Claimed by My Enemy Alpha Mate
Besides the man in front of me, there was no one else I could trust.
But my admission didn’t seem to please Ulysses. His face darkened further, as if my response confused him, or perhaps even angered him.
“Cecilia, why didn’t you seek my help sooner? Do you always have to wait until you're cornered before asking for aid? Or does the noble princess think she can always escape danger without needing my assistance?”
Ulysses's tone was far from friendly. His thin lips spat out cold words. Behind his icy spectacles, his eyes narrowed, and his brown pupils contracted into strange, small dots, making him look frightening.