I walk along the hallway. I chose the most fitting dress for the introduction party. A simple long dress with the shape of flowers on the bodice and leaves along the edges. It's light purple, and it is a body-fitting dress. I keep my hair loose but I make sure it is neat and pinned carefully.The door suddenly opens on my left, and Klevon comes out while fixing his holster. He raises his head and then he stops on his tracks. He stares openly at me with his mouth hanging open.“What’s wrong?” I ask.“You are beautiful,” he says breathlessly.My frown deepens. “Stop flirting, moron.”“I’m just saying the truth,” he insists. Gathering himself, he asks, “Where are you going?”“The party where Theo will introduce the successful harem women.”He looks incredulously at me, and then he guffaws. He is even holding his stomach while he laughs. “Are you f*ucking serious?! Are you a masochist?”I glare at him. “I want to know who my rivals are.”He roars in laughter again. He places his arms arou

I look at Theo’s sleeping face. He is sleeping soundly with his arms and legs over my body. We are both naked underneath since we spend the weekend in bed together. Our lovemaking is nonstop that I start to feel the soreness between my legs. He compares our sex to vanilla and I think I would like to taste vanilla more. It’s always been crazy with him, and the servants are always red in the face every time they enter our room. It must have been the smell and the way we look—looking deliciously devoured by each other. Vanilla is amazing. I lightly touch Theo’s cheeks. He should be with his harem, but he went against his general’s wishes and stay in bed with me, reasoning that I will be busy for the whole week, so he will spend the weekend with me instead. I smile. This might be his way of compromising. It makes me forgive him, but I still want him to be mine alone. He is my mate, so it’s natural to be greedy, even if he is a King and needs heirs. I continue to watch his sleeping form

I wrap my arms around Theo’s shivering body, he is still releasing inside. It is warm, everything about him is warm, and smells like lavender. When his shivers die down, he gazes into my face. “I love you, Kaiya,” he whispers again. “I love you too, Theo,” I whisper back. The instant I let the words out, his manhood starts to enlarge inside me again. I start to moan. “Let’s do more,” he says. He is about to kiss me when someone knocks on the door. “King Theo. An emergency!” Theo stops. “Damn! Do they even check my room, before trying to knock in yours?!” “They must have been too used to your habits, my King,” I answer. I glance at the window. It’s still dark. “Oh damn, you are my obsession, Kaiya. I don’t even want to leave your bed,” he says. Then, his hips start to move slowly. I close my eyes as my pleasure starts to heighten again. “King Theo!” Another knock comes. Theo groans and I giggle even when I also think that the person outside is such a hindrance to another roun

“She will be weak for a week, but once her body catches up. She’ll be as strong as ever,” the unfamiliar voice says. The hands on my skin are gentle and cold. My eyes open to see an old woman looking at me and placing a cold compress on my forehead. Harbin is also beside the bed, looking curiously at me. “What happened?” I ask. “You collapsed,” Harbin answers while the physician is quietly taking care of me. “Why? Is it the stress?” “No. You are pregnant,” he answers nonchalantly. Pregnant? Me? My eyes open wide. “Who else knows?” There is a budding hope in my chest. I am pregnant with Theo’s child! Even when werewolves always had a hard time conceiving! “Only me and the physician.” My smile widens. I am happy. All the sickness I felt is all worth it! I want to tell him soon! I look outside the window. It’s afternoon now. I’ve been unconscious for a while, but it doesn’t matter. I sit up and reach for Harbin’s hand. “Call him,” I whisper, feeling ecstatic. “Call Theo. He’s j

My teeth bite into him. But suddenly, I pull away. His usual lavender scent is mixed in with something else. Something that is too sweet, too bitter, too ugly. My instinct is screaming that I should not mark him. That there is something rotten in him. I wipe my mouth as he lifts himself. “What’s wrong?” he asks. “Is it done?” I glance at his neck. I have not even started yet. “Your smell…” I whisper, “It’s preventing me to mark you.” “Then, I will wash first.” He gets up from the bed. He’s about to enter the bathroom when he returns and lifts me off his bed. “How about we wash each other? It’s been a while since you washed me.” I did not respond. He places me in the tub and fills it with lukewarm water. Then he retrieves the brush and soap and sits behind me. Without asking for permission, he brushes my back. Each of his touches warms my body, and I know it has nothing to do with the temperature of the water. “Do you know ‌you smell sweet to me?” he asks. I just nod. His smel