CHAPTER 41 ~ THE WINE AND THE HATE

~ NATALIA ~

The one, two whom I ran to get the answers to my wild questions, the question that was eating me inside at a leisurely pace that, was hurting me even more than it should. But the one who has the answer was sitting in front of me, not paying any attention to me.

I was standing in his throne room, my feet were giving up but I forced myself to stand tall in front of him to an extreme extent that my body was aching, yet I was standing nonetheless.

My breath was shaking, the cold sweat that was covering my body, making my clothes stick up to my body, making the curves more visible.

“Did you really do that?” I was expecting him to answer me by asking what I was talking about. I was expecting him to already know what I was asking and why I was there at that point. However, he didn’t answer, he walked lazily toward the wine counter and poured him his usually expensive wine, which he got as a gift from a friend of his, Alpha Silas forest is his name.

“Answer me.” But he stayed