Yifa's POVExhaustion consumed me, leaving me yearning for a peaceful night's sleep, uninterrupted by the unexpected events of my first day here. Alas, fate had other plans in store for me. As I approached the King's bedroom, eager to find solace, I discovered that Killian was conspicuously absent. Sighing with impatience, I decided to trace his scent, which led me straight to his office.Just as I was about to knock on the door, my intentions were thwarted by an intrusive guard. Hoping for a change of pace, I silently pleaded for this guard to possess some modicum of kindness. The encounters with unpleasant people today had taken its toll on me, and I longed for a moment of respite."What is your purpose here?" the guard inquired, his curiosity piqued."I seek the presence of the King," I replied wearily, my fatigue evident in my voice.Though my tone may have seemed abrupt and impolite, the truth was that my weary body craved rest, leaving me little room for pleasantries."Why do yo
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
Yifa's POVA sinister chuckle reverberated through my dreams, chilling me to the core. But this laughter didn't come from just anyone—it came from the very person who was supposed to cherish and love me, Killian."Do you honestly believe I could ever love you?" he taunted, his chuckles cutting through the air, mocking my vulnerability. The tears streamed down my face, my heart aching with each sob."Please," I whispered, my voice barely audible. I didn't even know what I was pleading for anymore. I simply yearned for something, anything, to alleviate the pain and despair I felt in that moment. The darkness swallowed me, and the only person visible was Killian , his eyes fixed upon me with contempt, treating me as though I were nothing more than a speck of dirt on his shoe."I will never love you," he spat, his words dripping with menace. The cruel reality of his rejection pierced through me like a dagger. I shook my head, desperately hoping to defy the truth, and pleaded once more, my
Killian's POVI groaned loudly as the incessant pounding in my head reverberated through my skull. This is the consequence I despise when I indulge in excessive drinking, seeking solace in numbing my problems. But the morning aftermath brings not just a severe headache, but also a daunting array of unresolved issues waiting to be confronted.Last night, I stayed up late, allowing memories of Ginni to resurface. It was a tumultuous mixture of emotions that I had been diligently suppressing. I found myself reliving the tender moments we shared, drowning in the warmth of our love. Yet, simultaneously, I was overwhelmed by the anguish and sorrow that engulfed me when I lost her. It was a tormenting cycle, an endless loop of happiness and pain, ceaselessly repeating.Opening my eyes, I surveyed my surroundings, only to be greeted by the sun's radiant rays. Startled, I quickly sat upright in bed. What in the world? Why was it already so bright? Ever since Ginni 's passing, I've grown accust
Killian's POVI collapsed onto my bed with a heavy thud, bewildered and overwhelmed. What the hell just happened? What was I supposed to do now? Merely because she exuded the scent of another alpha, does that warrant my possessiveness over her? It shouldn't, right?Yet, deep within me, a nagging feeling persisted. This jealousy, this possessiveness—it was unfamiliar territory. Sure, I had experienced similar emotions with Odette, but it had always been somewhat different. My wolf, the essence of my being, had never been bothered by Odette's scent being tinged with another alpha's. Only I had ever cared.However, this time it was different. The scent had affected my wolf profoundly. I could sense his anger, jealousy, and irritation coursing through me. It was a rare occasion when my alpha proudly showcased his power and dominance, especially to a rogue, of all things.Was my perception solely influenced by my wolf? Did my wolf have such a strong impact on me that his emotions were mani
Yifa's POVI knelt there, my gaze fixed on nothingness, while my mind spun in a whirlwind of thoughts, trying to make sense of what had just unfolded before me. Could he truly have done that to me, treating me as if I were a mere rogue or slave?I raised my hands and examined them intently, before bringing them up to my nose. With closed eyes, I took a deep breath, relishing in the gentle smile that formed on my lips as his scent wafted through the air—notes of pine trees and the refreshing essence of rain. Even my wolf, filled with joy, wagged its tail. Finally, our mate had shown us a glimmer of affection, a beacon of hope amidst the turbulent trials we had endured due to his hurtful words and actions in recent days.However, our moment of solace was short-lived, abruptly shattered when he declared that he would never harbor any affection for me or acknowledge me as his own. Those words pierced deep within me, coming from the very person who was supposed to be my mate. To hear such
Yifa's POV:Inhaling and exhaling, I remained seated outside, simply allowing the fresh air to fill my lungs. I needed this moment to myself, to process and make sense of all the recent events that had transpired.My inner omega pleaded with me to go for a run, and I yearned to do so as well. However, I couldn't risk getting delayed in preparing Killian 's dinner. Despite the dynamic of me being his slave, I also held the role of his mate. Knowing how tirelessly he had worked since morning, I desired for him to have some much-needed rest and indulge in a wholesome, appetizing meal.Memories flooded my mind of the freedom I once had as a rogue, roaming the forests alongside my friends. Initially, it seemed like an uphill battle to survive alone amidst the trees, but when Anita and Elena joined me, a sense of reassurance washed over me. I believed that everything would eventually be alright.Suddenly, a voice snapped me out of my reverie. I turned my head to find Black sprinting toward
Author's POVAs they quietly strolled along the corridors, Yifa 's face lit up with an uncontainable smile. Despite feeling a twinge of embarrassment from spilling the coffee earlier, an overwhelming sense of happiness enveloped her. Her mate, Killian , was displaying a level of care and affection that brought her immense joy. Witnessing her hunger, he selflessly shared their food, emphasizing his concern for her well-being. When he noticed her exhaustion, he immediately allowed her to rest on the couch, without hesitation, despite the demands he had placed on her throughout the day.Although she couldn't completely shake off the lingering sting of his hurtful words, the ones where he claimed that nobody would want her, or that he would never be attracted to someone like her, there was a sense of consolation in his actions. It was undeniably painful, yet it felt as if he was trying to make amends by nourishing her and providing her with much-needed rest.He generously allowed her amp