I immediately extended a helping hand to assist him in securing his desired position. "She's currently cleaning the kitchen," I responded truthfully. My father arched an eyebrow, silently urging me to provide further details. "Well, she's cleaning as a form of punishment, but she's also under my authority, so she is obligated to fulfill all my commands," I clarified. Perplexed, he inquired, "Slave? Why?" I let out a sigh, but before I could respond, he interjected, his voice brimming with excitement, "Is this about your mother?" He seemed delighted at the prospect of causing suffering to this white wolf, presumably due to his sentiments towards my mother. "Yes and no," I replied, tilting my head to the side. Caught off guard, my father's initial enthusiasm waned as he questioned, "What do you mean?" I explained, "Yes, I do remember the consequences my mother faced whenever I request her to carry out drastic or cruel actions, yet simultaneously, I require her submission to attain her

I stared at the guard, my eyes widening in confusion. What was happening? What was his motive? He glanced at me timidly, quickly diverting his gaze. Suspicion crept into my mind. Could this be some kind of elaborate joke? "Are you serious?" I blurted out involuntarily. I couldn't contain my incredulity. Just a few hours ago, he had been relentlessly cruel and disrespectful. So, why this sudden change? He sighed, his eyes avoiding mine as he continued to offer me a piece of bread. I noticed a faint blush on his cheeks. It was as if he was harboring some remorse or guilt. "I'm not kidding. Just take it," he replied with a mix of resignation and apology in his voice. I hesitated for a moment, eyeing the bread suspiciously. This guard must think I'm gullible if he expects me to accept it without questioning his intentions. Deep down, I knew there had to be more to this gesture. And then, he spoke softly, his voice laced with remorse, "I'm sorry for my earlier behavior. I was only foll

Yifa's POV"Where would you like me to take you?" I inquired, noticing that the guard was noticeably younger than myself.Supporting him as he walked was necessary since the effects of the alpha command hadn't subsided yet. It takes a considerable amount of time, especially when subjected to it for an extended period.Considering that my mate is an Alpha King, his commands held greater severity and duration compared to those of regular alphas. I have no explanation as to why I possess this knowledge, but perhaps this is what happens when you are destined to be together—intimate understanding without the need for explicit communication.I let out a weary sigh. There is so much more to understand about true mates. If only my parents had not passed away prematurely, they could have enlightened me about everything essential regarding true mates. Unfortunately, their demise occurred before they could impart all the knowledge I needed.However, what is there to understand about my mate? He

Yifa's POVWith a bright smile on my face, I strolled back to the palace grounds. It's truly challenging to feel down when I've just formed a genuine friendship amidst the difficult circumstances we encountered. It's a powerful reminder that people have the capacity to change if shown kindness. However, this experience has also enlightened me about the dark side of humanity—how people can commit heinous acts driven by a thirst for power.The misuse of power became evident to me as well, as those in positions of authority often exploit their influence to control and manipulate others, coercing them into unwanted actions. Gazing up at the darkening sky, a sigh escaped my lips. I firmly believe that people who possess an inherent kindness should be the ones entrusted with power."Hey, rogue!" A voice called out, attempting to draw my attention. Though I was aware they were referring to me, I no longer identified myself as a rogue and chose not to turn back.This marks the beginning of my

Killian's POV Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. I continued to echo these words within my mind, yearning for the solace of sleep. Yet, my efforts were in vain. Just moments ago, I was consumed by the haze of alcohol, but now, as I lay here, slumber eludes me. A frustrating predicament indeed. Perhaps the intensity of my day has left my body unwilling to surrender to the embrace of sleep. I pondered employing the age-old technique of counting sheep in my mind. One... two... three... two hundred and four. Alas, it proved fruitless. Instead of inducing drowsiness, a strange sensation washed over me, almost as if I were on the verge of laughter rather than surrendering to sleep. The sheep themselves appeared comical to my inner wolf, who viewed them not as a source of relaxation but rather as potential prey. My eyes fluttered open in defeat as my attempted sleep aid failed to deliver. There was an undeniable unease that settled within me, an inexplicable void that plagued my being. This sensation w