I had lain awake that night thinking about Amun's words. Theoretically, we could make peace, except I told myself that because I wanted this man. Both were a possibility.I was just standing in front of the door waiting for Gwen. I had thought about our conversation yesterday in the same way and had come to terms with it. She couldn't help it and just had a mate. I was the same case, with the difference being that I wasn't a fan of the werewolves. Nevertheless, I didn't want to lose my friendship with her under any circumstances; I had grown to like her too much for that.As soon as there was a knock, I threw the door open because I wanted this sorted out and didn't want to wait another second.Gwen looked at me in shock and even flinched. Well, I had exaggerated because I didn't want to make her feel that way.I looked at her apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, but I couldn't wait for us to talk. We had a bad breakup yesterday and I wanted to clear that up." Then she started to smil

.Then it was a real miracle that the pack wasn't mad at me. With an undecided potential queen, one had to wonder why or what was wrong with me.Gwen smiled at me and explained, "The king means well. Otherwise he would put unnecessary pressure on you and yes, you already have enough new things to deal with. All of this turns your world upside down."Yes, she was right about that.I devoted myself to Rubin and wanted to bring the topic to her, after all, that's why we went to her in the first place.It was hard to find a place to start, especially when you barely knew someone. You could rack your brain forever trying to find something useful.Something occurred to me to my advantage. "How long have you been working in the kitchen?" She looked thoughtful and finally answered, "For about two years and it's the best job ever. I get paid excessively well and the food is free. Now and then there's a bonus because the king appreciates our work. So "If you get a job with him, you've hit the ja

Well, maybe I had gone crazy the last few days thanks to his absence.Moment.I tried to force the anger on myself, otherwise I would never get away from him. I would probably be even more likely to kiss him or jump him, which I should never do.I cleared my throat and managed to say, "Amun, please keep a little distance.""Incorrect."Huh?The answer would be much more logical if it were no. But yes, you could say wrong if you didn't want to back down.In a very quiet tone, I replied, "Please, Amun." Maybe he would fulfill my wish, but it was worth the try."And the same mistake again, my beauty."I furrowed my eyebrows, anger slowly volunteering. "That's not funny. I'd like you to take a step back."He stroked my chin again and it was a bit of a distraction. I liked it way too much when he touched me."But you said you wanted Amun to keep his distance and I'm not."Ok, he was officially crazy. I've had to go through enough crazy things so far. But the crap now filled the barrel."Wh

This man was breathtaking. He radiated his power and those angular facial features made him so masculine. That was all about him, you couldn't find a flaw no matter how long you looked for it.When I got to the door, he held it open for me and I nodded to him as a thank you. What a gentleman he could be.Damn, slime.Amun was far too happy to wrap me around his finger, even though I knew it, it pulled every time.We left the house through the front entrance and that was kind of exciting. So far I've only been into the garden through the back door, which was new territory for me.Amun gave me the right of way and I eagerly walked past him. I was curious to see what the scary thing looked like and whether he was tame.I walked down the few steps in front of the entrance and was not disappointed. The front yard was nice and the driveway was made of gravel. Everything looked nice, but I found it to be impractical. The gravel gave way and if you tried to escape it would slow you down.I sh

his great-grandmother. He took over the sculptures on the property from his grandfather.Theoretically, I could have thought to myself that his father might not have been the best person.I was at a loss for words on the subject, but I managed to squeeze his hand, which was hopefully better than nothing. That was some tough information to process.Yes, I thought of something else I could do.I released my hand from his and hugged him. Something like that was usually good and it was a sign of compassion or support, whatever it was, as long as it helped and made him feel better.Amun wrapped his arms tightly around me and we stood there in silence.—----------------------------Finally, I pulled away from him with a clearing of my throat and somehow the mood was strange. Maybe I was imagining it or just thinking about it too much in general. It was hard to place exactly, but something still felt strange.I didn't dare make eye contact and turned away. I turned my attention to what was i