Cursed King

WINTER'S POV

Pacing around the room for the hundredth time, I let out a frustrated breath before walking over to the window. The rogue king—I still didn't know his name—had ordered a room to be prepared for me. Initially, I wanted to object and return to the pack to seek answers from the seer about what was happening. However, he stopped me from leaving.

He had dared to halt me and threatened to arrest Kendall if I disobeyed. Manipulating me by using Kendall, he convinced me to stay, only to send Kendall away afterward, claiming he had no use for him. It was becoming absurd, the way everything was unfolding. It felt as though my autonomy had been stripped away. Once again, I found myself confined and unable to act independently.

I was the fucking Luna queen, the one who gave orders and had them carried out. After Slade's death, everyone had pledged allegiance to me and obeyed my every command. Yet, I couldn't assert my authority over the rogue king. Even though I sensed something extr