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Davina pov

When I woke up, I didn't know what to do at first.

Where was I? Even better question, who was I?

I blinked a few times, no, this sight was unfamiliar to me. Then I felt an indescribable pain, it burned deep inside me. I was missing something and that was my fire. It was suppressed and completely closed off from me.

I sat up quickly because the memories came flooding back. The pain almost consumed me, so I grimaced. That was pure torture and hellish torment.

Suddenly I heard someone say: "I'm sorry, but it had to be done." My eyes shot to the direction from which the voice had come. Of course, it was Amun, I immediately felt the hatred flaring up in me. I would rather be dead than his to be a mate.

Amun sat on a chair next to the bed in which I was lying. I was captivated by his eyes, which were golden. It was somehow a warm color, but also strange. These unusual werewolf eye colors were difficult to comprehend in one's mind. You had the thought that they had to be contact lenses, but they were real.

I tore myself away from his gaze and looked around the room. It was a very large room and nicely decorated.

There were three doors, the one opposite was probably the exit, the one on the right and the left, was the bathroom. Since there was no closet, I guessed that the third door was a walk-in one.

Otherwise, there was a desk with a chair, a dressing table, and a chest of drawers. The bed had two nightstands next to it, which rounded off the picture.

Everything was modern and fit together. As if the room was from a catalog. Everything was white and light wood. This was probably intended to make the room appear more homely and warmer.

There was a huge mirror on one wall and I could see myself in it. The sight was horrific. You could see the pain in my eyes. My hair stood on end and my face was pretty white. I quickly turned away because I could save myself that.

Amun said softly, "We didn't kill your family, Davina." My eyes snapped to him and I had a stone mask on. I didn't believe a word the bastard said. That could have been a lie to appease me.

Filled with hate, I asked, "Why should I believe a single word that comes out of your lying mouth, werewolf?" I briefly saw something like a hurt flash across his features, but he soon got himself under control again. The king had a neutral expression and sighed. It should be clear to him how I felt about him and that I didn't trust a werewolf at all.

"I swear it wasn't us." Amun sounded sincere, but these monsters were all good actors. I stayed quiet and just looked at him.

The pain burned and throbbed inside me, distracting me. With difficulty, I tore my eyes away from him and turned forward to the wall. I didn't want him to know how intense my torment was.

There was nothing more painful for an elemental wielder. The stronger an elemental carrier was the more the withdrawal hurt. I was very connected to my fire and loved it.

Amun snapped me out of my thoughts by saying: "You can imagine why I have to suppress your element." Sure, I was only too aware of it. The man would be stupid if he let me have my fire. After all, it was I am his enemy, arch-enemy. If I had the chance, I would kill him.

That had to be cruel when your mate loathed you so much. But that was his problem and he was allowed to deal with it.

I looked at my palms, wherever my fire radiated. When I tried, nothing happened, and a sharp pain shot through me. I doubled over but suppressed a moan. It was worth the try, but no chance.

Then Amun came to me and stretched out his hand. My eyes shot to him, he looked worried. I immediately escaped from the bed on the other side. I was afraid of him because I was practically defenseless. I had my hunter strength, but it never helped against a king.

As soon as I got out of bed, I fell over. I was weakened by the anesthesia alone. I was drained of energy and would soon go insane.

Did he realize how powerful I was?

A simple element carrier would not suffer nearly as much pain if it was suppressed. But the more powerful among us, like me, we would ultimately meet death. Roughly speaking, I should have a few days to live.

I hit the ground hard, cursing. It hadn't been a smart move to escape, but fear had made me act.

I looked at my hands on the ground and had no idea how to get up. I was at the end.

Oh, the previous thought hit me like a bolt of lightning. Without my fire, my lifespan was very short.

That was the perfect death for me.

The king would soon run out of mates. He didn't realize this one bit, so I would keep quiet so my plan would work. I had found my salvation and was soon freed from my torture and imprisonment.

When I looked up, I jumped because Amun was kneeling on the ground not far from me and my eyes immediately found his.

Amun could recognize my fear because he said: "I won't hurt you, I would never hurt you." I didn't believe a word he said and wanted to get up, but that was impossible. My legs were like pudding, so I stayed inevitably on the floor.

Amun continued gently: "Let me help you." He was about to help me, but I immediately jumped back. I snapped at him: "Don't touch me!" Amun paused and looked worried. So he feigned compassion, how pathetic was that?

"Davina, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to help you back to bed so you can recover." Amun was happy to tell the Easter Bunny that. At least he was smart enough to realize that he shouldn't try again.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, which made me look there. Please don't let another werewolf come. The one beast near me was enough for me.

Without waiting for an answer, the door opened and a woman came in. I looked at her, but she seemed human. Her eyes gave that away. Brown was a normal color that no werewolf on this planet would have.

She lowered her head and said: "Your Highness, you have called me." Amun stood up and turned to her: "Yes, you will be my queen's helper in the future."

Helper? He probably meant guards so that I wouldn't do anything wrong. His choice of words for it was just a stupid way of saying it.

Amun looked at me briefly, but I didn't return his gaze for a second. At least he wasn't kneeling in front of me anymore. That made my situation a little more bearable.

The woman turned to me and bowed again. "It's an honor, your highness." I replied annoyed: "Call me your highness again and I'll freak out." I didn't have the strength for it, but I could still threaten it.

There was a brief look of horror, but she quickly caught herself. I added: “I’m Davina. Since my name is known anyway, I can say it." For the sake of politeness, I introduced myself.

“Nice to meet you, Davina. "I'm Gwendolyn, you can call me Gwen." I just nodded and she gave me a small smile.

Gwen came up to me and asked, "May I help you?" She seemed very warm and probably about my age. The first impression was positive, so I replied, "Please, that would be very nice." Now I also gave her a slight smile.

Gwen reached under my arms and slowly helped me up, as I said, "Thank you, Gwen."

Yes, I liked her. As bad as the current situation was, the woman was a friendly face.

Gwen lifted the blanket and said, "You look tired, you should rest." I knew I was a terrible sight and my shaking legs wouldn't allow a walk, so the bed was a great idea.

"Yes, I know. I look like shit. Not that I'm a professional, but that's probably because of the torture." With that, I reminded the human who exactly she served.

Gwen had pulled back the covers and helped me sit down so I could lie down afterward.

She looked at me confused and I spared her the question by explaining: "I'm an element carrier and it doesn't go well with us when our element is suppressed."

I lay down and pulled myself together to keep my expression under control.

"Oh." Gwen didn't say anything else and her eyes went to the back of my hand. Sure, she wanted to see my tattoo to know who she was dealing with.

I was so free and gave her the answer: "Clan Rosewood." She was still looking at my tattoo. "The leader's daughter?" I gave her a thumbs up because talking could be tiring.

I had completely forgotten about Amun, but he was brought to mind because he said: "I'll send a healer, maybe he can help." I laughed mockingly, I was only too aware that nothing could help me. "So experienced werewolf king, you should be aware that nothing can help me. No painkiller in the world can help against this blockage."

He answered firmly and seriously, "Nevertheless, I will summon one." I raised an eyebrow, but it wouldn't do any good anyway. It was completely pointless to summon a healer. Besides, it would be a problem if he was capable of recognizing what awaited me. Death would soon be knocking at the door.

So I asked, "Which healer could help you if your wolf was oppressed?" I left that and hopefully that gave him the right food for thought.

Amun left the room without saying another word and with quick steps. How annoyed he was couldn't go unnoticed by anyone. He was unhappy that I was his mate, there were already two of us.

With a sigh, I turned my attention to Gwen. "Thanks for your help, but I'd like to be alone right now." I wanted to sleep and spend the last hours or days of my life in peace. Plus, a fever would soon follow. My body would start going crazy.

It was best to sleep during waves of fever. It was the same with normal illnesses.

She smiled softly at me and nodded. "Alright, but I'll come back later. Just to bring you your food." Food was the last thing on my mind or what I felt like doing.

But since she was human, I continued to be polite and nice. "Thank you, that's very kind of you, but I need some rest, please. I can't use anything other than sleep today." She nodded again and turned toward the door. Gwen finally left.

I curled myself into a ball and tried to deal with the pain. It would be a painful death, but I was grateful for it. This is how I would escape this nightmare. It was a simple solution.