I walked down the path, cursing, trying to bring myself back to reality. In itself, it was pure madness that I even spent a short amount of time with him. I should kill him and not talk to him.These beasts had murdered my family. Because of them, my life had become a nightmare and they had already killed who knows how many hunters. We weren't any better when it came to werewolves, but that was the problem. We didn't fit together one bit. Still, he forced me to stay with him.All these thoughts made me stop and turn around. It was best if I mentioned it again because at some point this fact had to sink into his head.However, I jumped in shock because Amun was standing behind me. So he had followed me and I had completely missed it. I was generally very aware of my surroundings, but not this time.We looked at each other for a moment and no one made a sound. I wanted to get rid of something, but it was quickly forgotten.Finally, Amun broke our silence by saying, "At least let me acco
Taran had taken me to my room and now I was busy twiddling my thumbs. It was an incredibly exciting activity.At least they could give me some task, but no. Maybe I should start the great activity of staring at the wall next.What kind of life would that be?If this continued I would go crazy. Maybe I already was.I sat on my bed and looked around the room. No matter how many times I did this, I had nothing to do.It would be the best idea to work on my plans. I had to be able to escape it all somehow. I should never give up that easily. Otherwise, it would mean that I let myself get defeated.But how should I deal with rejection? Just how?Surely he was covering my mouth or whatever the beasts were doing to stop someone. They certainly had their strategies for that.I had to approach this carefully. Once I tried it, he would be wary. Therefore, I had to work out the plan to perfection. It couldn't be a short-circuit reaction.Before I could think about it, there was a knock on my doo
The next two weeks passed at a crawling pace. I was constantly restless and nervous.Amun had not kept his word because I had never met him once. This made me incredibly angry, which it never should. Because actually, it was exactly what I wanted. This man should stay away from me and act like I don't exist.Unfortunately, it bothered me.I spent my time with Gwen, who kept quiet about the king. She didn't say a single word about him. There was something wrong there.Did they want to provoke me into voluntarily visiting this man?At least that was my current thought. However, it is also possible that he was looking for another queen. Someone suitable for this place.I had to force myself to stop asking about him or even bringing him up as a topic. There was a constant struggle within me.I had been put on withdrawal and without any regrets.How did the werewolf stand that? Even if I turned the wheel, I didn't admit it one bit. Most of the time I denied it to myself.My strategy was to
I paced up and down in my room restlessly. I felt like a tiger in its cage. The comparison wasn't that far-fetched because I was locked up.The rest of the walk with Gwen had been nice, but my mind was racing.My general condition was bad. That damn hunter's weed was driving me crazy and Gwen had just injected me with my daily dose. She had now taken over and I was grateful for that. The woman who usually did this was a werewolf. The only one of this species that was allowed near me. Otherwise, they kept things away from me.The next point was the stupid king. He was my main problem and a constant tenant in my head.The last thing you could list was homesickness. I missed my old life and sorely. Most of all my best friend. I may not have had a good time with my uncle and cousin, but other than that I missed pretty much everything.My life had been cruelly taken away from me. I had big plans and they had been chopped up.In all of this, I was unsure who I was most angry at. I was a can
Amun nodded towards the door and said, "Let's go to my office, we can talk there undisturbed." I looked at him confused, pointed around, and asked, "Not here?" There was no one present other than us, so no one could disturb or eavesdrop."Just come with me." He said this in a commanding tone, so I replied annoyed, "You're neither my king nor my boss, so you can't give me orders."He rubbed the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. I had the job of annoying him perfectly."Davina, please come with me." His voice sounded far too nice, which is why it left a bitter aftertaste. However, I remained calm and nodded. Another uprising would be a waste of time. He replied briefly and succinctly, "Thank you."Amun turned around and started walking. I followed him like a good puppy.To shine in his role as a gentleman, he held the door open for me. After a sigh, I hurried past him in thanks.I walked a few steps further but then stopped because I had no idea where his office even was.Amun
It was all too much for me and I needed some fresh air. In this room, you felt like you were suffocating because there wasn't enough oxygen.I walked toward the door, saying, "I have to get out of here." Very urgent.I just felt so stupid and ripped off. Almost my entire life had been a lie.All these years I had this huge hatred for werewolves and my uncle had fueled it. Of course, he had blamed the werewolves and everyone believed him. It also sounded logical and would have made sense.Gerald was the monster. Simply because he wanted to be the leader. That's why he killed his brother and his family. How annoying for him that I had survived.The tears stung my eyes and as I raised my hand to grab the doorknob, Amun took my other hand.I didn't want him to see my face, so I stayed facing the door. It was a weak moment for me and I wanted to endure it alone. Nobody should notice. Especially not the king, because somewhere we were still enemies.I managed to say in a firm voice, "Let go
My parents would be incredibly disappointed in me if they knew about my living situation. No, that would be fine, after all, it wasn't my fault. But they would be disappointed by my actions.Amun said quietly, "Look at me, Davina." It wasn't an order, but a request. I was much more likely to comply with something like that, but never in this situation.I turned around and said, "I'd like to go to my room." The best thing I could do was snuggle up under my blanket and forget all this. Besides, it would be sensible if I endured all this alone until I was able to act normally again."Davina, bitte."I pulled myself together and turned to him. This time I looked up at him and my eyes immediately found his. That gentle look warmed my heart."Thanks."Then he thanked me too. As much as I called him an asshole, there was another side to him.I asked quietly, "What is it?" It sounded neutral because I appreciated having someone there for you. But it was exactly him and that was a problem, whi
I chatted with Amun for a while, but by now I was tired and wanted to go to bed. He understood that and accompanied me to my room.We walked side by side in silence and once again there was a little chaos of emotions inside me. It was probably a big one.I tried to concentrate on my surroundings, but my thoughts weren't interested. Amun was next to me and that distracted me. At least I managed to see straight ahead even though his eyes were on me.Amun broke the silence by asking, "Do you at least like it here? Or do you have a burning desire to run away?"This morning I would have told him straight to his face that I wanted to leave. Even though that was crazy, the hunters would kill me immediately as soon as they knew whose mate I was. But I should be after it, after all, it would kill him.Still, the realization about my uncle had changed a lot. Maybe someone else knew about it. Perhaps several people were involved in this plan. It's possible that others wanted to get rid of me in