As the sun bathed the pack house in warmth, I just couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope in my heart. I had spent weeks feeling trapped and isolated, but perhaps this dinner would serve as a turning point. A chance to understand Alexandros and, just maybe, find a connection that could bridge out differences. I really wanted to know what he thought about my uncle and I believed this could be a perfect time for the discussion. Since he wanted to be nice, he wouldn't want to hurt me even if I acted rudely with him. As the day wore on, word of my upcoming dinner with the alpha king spread throughout the pack house. Curiosity bloomed among the pack members, who sought to catch a glimpse of the enigmatic me and the powerful alpha king together. I could notice that some people were happy about it while some - Like Daphne, Xanthe and maybe Eirene were irritated. I found myself bombarded by well-meaning pack members, bombarding me with advice on how to charm the king and win his

Prince Alistair's heart raced as he made his way towards Beta Kristen's chamber. Getting to the entrance of Kristen's chamber, guarded by five guards with spears in their hand, the prince nodded at them. "I will like you to excuse me for a while. I want to meet with the beta." He said authoritatively. The guards, recognizing the urgency in the prince's eyes, allowed him to enter without hesitation. The room was dimly lit when Alistair stepped inside, casting eldritch shadows on the walls. He squinted, trying to adjust his eyes to the darkness. As his gaze swept across the room, he realized that Beta Kristen was nowhere to be found. A tinge of worry gripped his chest. "Beta Kristen? Kristen! Kristen! Where are you? Are you in here?" Alistair's voice echoed through the stillness, hopeful for a response. But only silence greeted him. Panic began to settle in as he contemplated returning to the king, unsuccessful. He was sure nothing could have happened to Kristen but it wa

When I became totally bored in my chamber, knowing that I have the freedom to walk the library the way I wanted now, with no guards looking at me with fierce gaze, I took a deep breath and stood up, reminding myself the major reason I wanted to go to the library. I wished to meet either of the concubines on the way and make a scene. What Daphne and Xanthe did the last time, they just had to pay for it, in a way they wouldn't expect. For some kind of reasons, I had started to fall in love with the drama going on and all and I wanted to keep that going for the time being, at least for the main time I would be staying here. As I stepped towards the entrance of the library, I couldn't believe the sight that greeted me. Guards in meticulously crafted armor stood tall, their stances unyielding, as if guarding a fortress rather than a collection of books. I thought the king said he would get rid of this guards? They just make me so uncomfortable with their eyes, they bore into me lik

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the king standing there in my room. I was still in the middle of making myself up, trying to look presentable for the day ahead. My heart thumped in my chest, excitement coursing through me, though I tried my best to show surprise as if I had no idea he was coming. "Your Majesty," I said, mustering a smile. "What a pleasant surprise." The king smiled back at me, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Good morning, Melina," he greeted warmly. "I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time." I shook my head quickly, trying to hide the fact that I was still in my robe. "Oh, not at all," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "I was just getting ready. Please, come in." He stepped into the room, waiting patiently as I hurriedly finished fixing my hair and putting on some light makeup. Once I was finally presentable, the king offered me his arm. "Shall we?" he asked, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. I nodded eagerly, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with a

As I entered the king's chamber, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over me, but I tried to keep a composed demeanor. I can do this and I am gonna do it. I told myself. "Please, Melina, come and sit with me on the bed," the king said, motioning towards the large, ornate bed positioned in the center of the room. I hesitated, feeling a twinge of uncertainty. "Thank you, Your Majesty, but I think I'll just sit on the couch," I replied, my voice perhaps betraying a hint of nervousness. I just hoped the king understood why I preferred the couch to the bed too. The king's smile faded slightly, his eyes searching mine for an explanation. Sensing his confusion, I decided to speak my concerns aloud. "I hope you understand, Your Majesty, but I feel more comfortable sitting in a separate space. It's not that I don't trust you, but..." Interrupting my unfinished sentence, the king placed a hand on my arm, his gaze gentle yet determined. "Melina, I assure you, I wou