Chapter 5

Yifa's POV

I followed behind Black as he entered the room, instantly greeted by a captivating aroma that filled the air. It was as if my omega, the essence within me, was purring with delight. My heart raced uncontrollably as we drew closer to the source of the enticing scent. It was then that I knew, deep down, that this person before me was my true mate. The fragrance of pine trees and rain, my favorite scent, was unmistakably present..

According to my mother, true mates possess complementary scents that align with each other's preferred aromas. It was like a natural law of attraction, a magnetic pull that guided us to one another. It was a remarkable way to locate your destined partner amidst countless wolves in the world.

Lost in my musings, I was abruptly brought back to reality by Black's command. "Bow your head," he uttered, urging me to lower my gaze. I complied, and as I raised my eyes once more, I was met with a sight that stole my breath away. Standing before me was the most exquisitely attractive man I had ever laid eyes upon.

The man exuded an extraordinary level of attractiveness. His jet-black hair perfectly complemented his piercing blue eyes. With a flawlessly angled nose and sharp jawline, he resembled those captivating models that grace the pages of renowned magazines we come across while traveling through the city.

I found myself unable to divert my gaze from him, despite the fact that I was undoubtedly drooling. He was my mate, my true companion. It felt as though invisible red threads were binding me to him. However, strangely enough, I couldn't sense any emotions emanating from him.

Suddenly, I felt a forceful push on my back, causing me to fall to my knees. "The King stands before you, and you dare to disrespect him with your unwavering stare," a guard admonished me.

Narrowing my eyes, I glared at the guard standing behind me. "What on earth is your problem?" I retorted, my frustration palpable.

Deep down, I knew my mate wouldn't mind whether I knelt or not. As mates, we were equals. At least, that's what my mother had always taught me.

Just as the guard tightened his grip on my arm, a commanding voice boomed, interrupting the tense atmosphere. "That is enough!"

Upon hearing a commanding Alpha voice, I found myself unable to control my own actions and immediately lowered my head. As an omega, I was well aware of the impossibility to resist an Alpha's command. However, a peculiar sensation ran down my spine as I recognized the voice. It belonged to my mate, exuding masculinity and an alluring quality that left me shivering.

"My apologies, Your Highness. It was impolite of me," uttered the guard positioned behind me.

Wait, Your Highness? Did that mean my mate was actually the King? The realization struck me, and I silently pondered over this revelation. Yet, before I could fully process my thoughts, my mate's voice pierced through the air once more.

"Come here, rogue," he commanded in a cold tone.

There was no mistaking that he was referring to me, as I was the sole rogue present in the vicinity. An inner whine emanated from my omega, questioning why he referred to us as rogues. Despite the confusion, I stepped forward and cautiously lifted my head.

"Did I ask you to raise your head, rogue?" he sneered cruelly, reminding me of my place with his words.

I'm feeling extremely perplexed. What on earth was going on in that situation? Why was he completely disregarding our presence? 

"Keep them down!" he yelled in frustration. In response, I immediately lowered my head, desperately trying to obey him. However, an unsettling sensation of butterflies dying in my stomach began to take over.

For a brief moment, silence hung in the air until the sound of approaching footsteps reached my ears. I longed to lift my head, but the fear of further infuriating my companion kept me frozen in place. I remained motionless as someone gently tapped my head—a soft and delicate pat.

However, my omega was on high alert, sensing that the person who touched us possessed an unusual aura. It was something enigmatic yet undeniably powerful. Before we could delve deeper into this mystery, the person swiftly retreated, allowing me to regain a sense of normalcy in my breathing.

Yet another moment of silence ensued before I caught the scent of my mate drawing nearer to me.

"Lift your gaze, renegade," he commanded, his voice resonating with authority. As I obeyed, I couldn't help but be taken aback once again by his proximity. Up close, his captivating allure intensified, and his eyes seemed to possess an irresistible pull, drawing me in.

"I'm not sure if you're aware, but fixing your gaze upon the King is an act of utmost disrespect," he admonished, his stern gaze piercing into me. Reluctantly, I averted my eyes, compelled to do so by the overwhelming power exuded by his eyes and his words. Even as an omega, my very being seemed to submit to him effortlessly.

My mate, undeniably potent, already paints a vivid picture of our future together. Yet, a lingering sense of unease tugs at the recesses of my mind, warning me that impending trouble looms on the horizon.

Where are the adoring glances? The tender smile? The warm embraces and affectionate kisses?

My father used to treat my mother in the same way. She used to say that my father couldn't help but constantly stare at her. Now, why was my partner preventing me from making eye contact? I couldn't understand it. Perhaps there was a misunderstanding, or maybe he was simply afraid of the attention we were receiving from others.

"I'm sorry," I whispered sadly to him, hoping for understanding.

"I don't care. I mean, you're just a rogue anyway. I didn't expect much from you," he replied coldly.

His words struck my heart, causing it to ache. Yes, I may be a rogue, but I am still his mate. I whispered ti myself.

"Brother, hurry up. You're taking too long," someone said from my left side. I recognized the voice—it was Derek. So, Derek is his brother. My assumption was correct then. Derek is a prince.

"Silence, Derek," sneered the King, aware of his desire to tend to his omega wolf. Derek, clearly annoyed, left the room.

"Now then, I am Killian Greyback, the proud ruler of the West," he introduced himself with expected arrogance.

In response, I offered my name, assuming he wished to know. "I'm Yifa."

"I didn't inquire about your name, rogue," he retorted sharply, his words slicing through my soul. I felt a desperate urge to flee from his presence.

Nonetheless, I nodded, silently acknowledging his statement.

"You will serve as my slave," he declared, causing my body to tense up. Me? Was he referring to me? Did he really say 'slave'?