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CHAPTER 13 — “Mistaken Bonds”

Author: Kristina Angels
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-09 01:54:26

Eva – POV

“Nothing, my King. I was just trying to tell this little human that the kitchen is on the other side,” Sonia says with a tight smile, attempting a joke.

But no one laughs.

“Did I ask you to do that, Sonia?” the King asks, his voice cold and sharp like broken glass.

“No, my King, but—”

“You are dismissed.”

“My King.” She bows stiffly and retreats to her group, her pride clearly dented.

I turn to face the King and the Beta—and it takes every ounce of control not to flinch. He’s tall, radiating strength and command. His black hair is perfectly styled, but it’s the eyes that hold me still—icy blue, flickering with something feral just beneath the surface. His wolf is close. Watching me. Judging me.

He steps forward slowly, nostrils flaring slightly as he takes in my scent.

“What is your name?” he asks, almost gently.

“Eva, Your Highness. My name is Eva.”

“And how old are you, Eva?”

“I’m seventeen,” I reply, standing straighter. “Is there a problem with my age?”

“Th
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