LOGINEmily’s POV Unlike Irene, who was cool-headed and reserved, Scarlett was too forward for my liking. Even Linda, with all her outspoken energy, still felt easier to tolerate than her.Too much talking. Too much closeness. Too much this, too much that. Too much everything!I had given her several subtle cues any normal person would have picked up on and backed off from to save their dignity.But no.She didn’t get them. And she wouldn’t stop prying into my personal life.“I was so shocked when the King said you were his mate,” she said again for what had to be the millionth time. “I mean… I used to wonder why he was so attached to you.”Instead of engaging her, I deliberately picked up my pace, trying to catch up with the rest of the team.She didn’t get the message.She matched my pace effortlessly.“You know… most of the maids used to say behind your back that you seduced the King, judging you unfairly and…”“And I’m pretty sure you were one of those gossiping,” I snapped at last.S
Irene’s POV She was the same girl I had seen in Alpha Darius’ past vision… the one who had received a vial of poison meant for the late King’s meal.Fear struck me instantly.If she had been bold enough to poison a king… then what would stop her from hurting Emily?I remained hidden until Sharina led her away…probably to give her further instructions.The moment they disappeared, I immediately searched for Emily.But she was with the King in his tent.I couldn’t reach her.I waited, hoping for an opportunity before the hunt began.Moments later, when I finally spotted her again, I still couldn’t get close. She remained near the King.Unless the King ordered otherwise, or a high-ranking wolf issued an instruction, no one was permitted near him. And calling Emily away from his side?That would be a death wish… unless she walked away on her own.Frustration churned inside me.I tried signaling her.Gestures. Hand waves. Needless movements. But she didn’t even glance my way.When the Kin
Emily’s POV Sharina stepped forward, composed and deliberate, folding her arms as her gaze slowly swept across the gathering crowd.There was a brief pause…just enough for the air to feel heavier.“As you’re all aware,” she began smoothly, “this royal hunt also serves as part of the kingdom’s pre-bonding protocol for the King and his chosen Luna…which is why his attention should not be compromised by an unranked female at his side.”“Sharina,” Malric cut in sharply.But she didn’t stop.“As the future queen,” she continued, her hand lifting toward me without hesitation, “I find it improper for a maid to remain glued to the King’s side during such an event. It sends the wrong message to the pack. I believe werewolf law upholds proper boundaries and decorum.”A few murmurs rippled through the crowd.“Stop this nonsense at once, Sharina.” Malric said.“Is it nonsense, my King?” Sharina asked calmly, tilting her head slightly as if genuinely puzzled rather than offended. She turned towa
Emily’s POVIf I said I didn’t notice Malric’s struggle, how he was trying to hold himself together, I’d be lying.It wasn’t subtle. The weight in his gaze lingered too long… It made it hard to breathe properly around him.Like something that used to flow freely… now held back by an invisible barrier. Restrained.I wasn’t feeling it as intensely as whatever was happening to him, but it was enough to remind me that I wasn’t unaffected.Maybe it was the dizziness I had been feeling that dulled my senses, or maybe I was just forcing myself to ignore what I already understood—but I still felt it.When I was done eating, Malric handed me a tonic.I made a face after the first sip.It was bitter.Horribly bitter.I turned to him. “I can’t take this.”“It’s specially brewed. You’ll need it.”I reluctantly gave it another attempt, squeezing my eyes shut as I downed it.Warmth slowly spread through me afterward, chasing away most of the dizziness clinging stubbornly to my body.By the time I
Sharina’s POV(A few hours ago.)I thought marking the Lycan King would at least make him understand the simple, obvious truth—that he would never have that wolfless slut.That I was the only one worthy of standing beside him.But it only made everything worse.Watching him carry her… in front of everyone… straight into his tent…My fingers curled into fists.For the first time, tears threatened to fall because of them.I knew I was beautiful…and this wasn’t me trying to flatter myself. I wasn’t weak. He even believed it was only my bond that could save him, so why wouldn’t he just leave that useless thing alone?Why did he keep choosing her?“Rina,” his beta’s voice cut through my thoughts.I didn’t bother hiding my irritation. “What?”His face softened, his eyes slightly red from restraint as well.I had seen that look too many times—gentle… fatherly.I really wished he was truly my father, and not the gambler I was born to… the man who had ruined my life and taken from me the most
Malric’s POV“What does it look like I’m doing?” I answered her question with mine as I unbuttoned her ruined dress.“You can’t keep this on,” I added firmly.She had insisted it was the meal that made her throw up, so I had already mindlinked the kitchen staff to prepare her something light and suitable.“I can do it myself,” she said, attempting to push my hands away.I didn’t let go.She tried again.I still didn’t budge.She released a frustrated breath and rolled her eyes, finally getting the point. The glare she shot me afterward was almost routine at this point.Amusement tugged at my lips despite myself.When I finished the buttons, I slid the dress off her shoulders.Her chest rose sharply beneath the white lace bra, and for a moment, I forgot what I was doing.My gaze hardened… and lingered.She shifted deliberately, snapping me back to myself.Right.I exhaled and continued, stripping the ruined dress away completely.A matching white lace set clung to her hips.A low hiss
Malric’s POV “Yes,” she admitted, lowering her gaze. “Life on the streets was hard. I never knew where my next meal would come from. I ate whatever I could find… and eventually, I got used to it.”My brow pulled. That must have been difficult. I remembered the time she’d swollen after a single bit
Emily’s POV The silence that followed added to the suffocating tension.His jaw tightened, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. Irritation? Frustration? Or something else entirely?My heart thudded painfully in my chest as I waited for a response that never came.Then he stood abruptly, tu
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







