เข้าสู่ระบบEmily’s POV My brow pulled slightly as I watched him.He truly meant it.That much was clear.Deep down, a small, traitorous part of me hoped this might actually work.My back lowered instinctively against the bed as he leaned over me, his hands bracing on either side, caging me in without actually touching me.The mattress dipped beneath his weight.His scent, clean and sharp, mixed with the faint trace of soap, wrapped around me, filling the space too quickly.Causing that small strange flutter in my stomach again.His storm-grey eyes held mine, steady and unyielding, as he lowered his head, clearly intending to close the distance between us.My eyes slowly closed in expectation.Then…A faint buzzing sound cut through the moment.I opened my eyes already knowing what it was.Malric’s head snapped up instantly.A flying cockroach.For a split second, neither of us moved.Then…Like lightning, Malric sprang off the bed.Gone.Just like that.I blinked.The shift was so abrupt it too
Emily’s POV Everything Irene was saying didn’t even make sense.That I should back out of the duel?Not possible.There was no version of this where I stepped down and let them twist the story however they wanted. I wouldn’t hand them that kind of victory. Not after everything.“Emily… they’re planning something,” Irene said again, her voice tighter now, like she was holding herself together by force.“I know they are,” I cut in, my tone calm, steady. “And they’re not the only ones planning. I am too.”She stared at me, her expression tightening further—fear and worry written all over her face.“This isn’t the same,” she said quickly, stepping closer. “Whatever Adrian’s father is planning… it’s bigger. It’s not just about the duel anymore. The… the King might be involved.”That made me pause.“The Lycan King?” I asked, my brows pulling slightly.She nodded.I let out a short scoff, shaking my head.“They wouldn’t dare,” I said flatly. “They’d be dead before they even tried anything l
Irene’s POV “I’m the king. The throne is mine!”His voice roared through his memory flashing in my mind—sharp and unrestrained.A younger version of him stood there, eyes burning with ambition, like that sentence wasn’t just pride, but a promise he had been repeating to himself for years.Like those words weren’t just something he said… but something he had been telling himself over and over again, until it became the only truth he believed in.Then the memory shifted.The same man stood there again.This time calmer and controlled.He poured something into a small bottle, his movements careful, deliberate—like he had done it before. Then he handed it to one of the palace maids.My breath caught.I knew her.She used to be the Lycan King’s personal maid… before Emily took over.My stomach tightened.Then his voice came again, quieter this time. Colder.“Put it in Damian’s drink.”A chill crawled down my spine.That was the King.Before I could see more, A sharp pull yanked me violen
Irene’s POVWhen I got bored inside and noticed Emily had gone off to train with the Lycan King, I decided to take a stroll.I slipped out of the Alpha’s house and wandered into the pack grounds.At first, I didn’t think much of it.Just a walk.But the farther I went, the more I started to notice things.The place was… bigger than I expected.Way bigger.I slowed my steps, my eyes moving around as I took everything in properly.I used to think packs were small. Not because I knew much about them, but because I rarely left the four walls of the castle growing up. And even the few times I had traveled with the Lycan Prince as his personal maid, anytime he went to settle disputes between packs or minor battles—we only ever stayed in smaller, more controlled territories.So in my mind… all packs were like that.Small, contained and even predictable.But this one wasn’t.It contradicted all my expectations.I wasn’t even sure how far I had walked when I suddenly caught sight of the Lycan
Emily’s POV “How fast Rachael’s daughter,” she said, her tone sickly sweet as she stepped closer. “Who would have ever thought a thief like you would so quickly upgrade to stealing the King’s heart?”The sarcasm in her voice was loud enough to sting.“I’m glad you’ve finally come to that realization, Luna,” I said, meeting her gaze with an even smile. “It saves me the trouble of explaining it slowly.”My smile deepened slightly.“I just hope you understand how far this thief is willing to go… to take back everything that was stolen from her.”She stopped right in front of me, studying me for a moment like I was something beneath her scrutiny.Then she tilted her head.“I wonder how the King would look at you,” she said slowly, “if I showed him footage of you stealing.”I didn’t flinch.“Let’s find out together,” I replied calmly. “I’m curious as well.”That made her smile tighten.“You really think standing next to the Lycan King makes you untouchable now?” she let out a soft laugh.
Emily’s POV My eyes widened as I stared at a blank white patch where Adrian’s eyes used to be in the photograph.Malric had scraped them off completely.“You… scratched his face off?” I asked, blinking at him in utter disbelief. “In a picture?”I looked between him and the photograph again and let out a humourless laugh.“Seriously?”He didn't even look apologetic.In fact, he looked mildly irritated, as if I was the one overreacting.“Would you have preferred I make it real… on his actual face instead?”“Do whatever you want to his eyes,” I said, my voice laced with sarcasm, “just not on my picture.”Honestly… the almighty Malric, reduced to this level of petty jealousy?I almost didn’t know whether to laugh or be concerned.A faint pause settled between us.Then he reached for me.I barely had time to react before he pulled me into his chest, curling one arm firmly around my waist while the other hand stayed loosely at his side, as if he didn’t need effort to hold me.A faint smirk
Emily’s POV I hesitated for a heartbeat, wondering what Malric could possibly want with the box…then I stepped inside.The dining area was empty. I didn’t dare wander farther than I was permitted, so I hesitated before calling out,“My King…Mal… Malric?”“Bring it in here,” his voice responded fro
Emily’s POV “Malric,” Sarah’s voice from the doorway cut through the heavy tension.Without a word, he stepped back and turned to Sarah. “I sent Sharina to you.”“Yes. I’ve confirmed… it’s true,” Sarah said, her expression softening just slightly. The quiet satisfaction in her tone stood in contra
Malric’s POV “I'm sure you remember Sharina?” Sarah said gladly.Before I could process that name, Theodore entered the room, a woman with striking red curls at his side. “My king… I found my daughter.”My gaze sharpened, taking in the sight of the woman in disbelief.“Sharina?” I said, my eyes sc
Emily’s POV He removed his glasses, placing them carefully in their case, and studied me with a thoughtful expression. “Your rib… it’s completely healed.”I blinked, stunned. It was only now I realized the sharp pain I’d felt earlier was gone. Hesitantly, I pressed the spot again. Nothing.I stare







