"Where are we headed?" Yifa asked, her voice still raspy from the tears she had shed just a few minutes ago. The memory of breaking down in front of Derek and Jacob made her cheeks redden, imagining how confused they must be. But right now, her immediate concern was Killian , who had a firm grip on her arm and was leading her somewhere without explaining anything.They had been walking for about five minutes, and no matter how many times Yifa inquired about their destination, Killian remained silent. His refusal to respond frustrated her."Will you please tell me where we're going?" Yifa started to ask again, but before the words could escape her mouth, Killian snapped at her, commanding her to shut up. Startled, Yifa immediately closed her mouth, stifling any further questions.Despite the anxiety of not knowing their destination, Yifa couldn't ignore the warmth of Killian 's hands on her arm. This physical connection brought her a sense of safety and comfort that she desperately nee
"Hey, how are you holding up? Feeling any better now?" Killian inquired gently, taking a seat on the sofa next to Yifa .Yifa looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Better? What do you mean?" she asked, not sure where he was coming from.Killian shifted his gaze to her face, noticing lingering traces of tears. "I couldn't help but notice you were crying earlier," he said, concern evident in his eyes.Taken aback by his perceptiveness, Yifa 's eyes widened. She hadn't expected Killian to notice, let alone inquire about her emotional state. Did he genuinely care?"Well, yeah, I was... but it's nothing," Yifa responded, attempting to downplay her feelings. Revealing the true reason behind her breakdown was out of the question.She concealed the true reason behind her tears from him, not wanting to reveal her jealousy towards Amaya and the pain she felt knowing Killian was involved with another woman. She understood that Killian avoided discussions about such matters, as it made him un
Despite the whispers and laughter echoing next to his bed, King Benedict fought to remain in slumber. His heightened hearing abilities, a trait bestowed upon him as a king, made it seem as if the voices originated from the nearby couch, though some distance away. Nevertheless, they reached his ears with crystal clarity.Among the voices was Killian , recognizable to him. However, the woman's identity remained a mystery. Certain it wasn't Amaya , whose high-pitched and, frankly, annoying voice he knew well. Instead, the current voice was soft and gentle, its melodic quality enchanting. It evoked memories of Elizabeth, his true mate, from the days of yore, though he tried to resist dwelling on such reminiscences.As he reminisced, an array of memories flooded his mind, and surprisingly, he found himself embracing each one, cherishing the feelings they evoked with his companion. The moments they had shared together felt like a warm embrace to his soul, but they also stung with the pain o
"Son, follow your convictions and do what you believe is right," King Benedict advised, his gaze fixed on Killian 's troubled expression. "Consider both your future and the kingdom's welfare, but don't worry about the potential repercussions on others."While King Benedict sensed there was more to the situation than Killian was revealing, he understood that sometimes circumstances are complex.Killian met his father's eyes, grappling with his internal conflict. "I never intended to harm her. In the beginning, I was solely focused on obtaining her power, disregarding any consequences for her or anyone else. However, something has changed within me now."Killian hesitated, trying to pinpoint the origin of these newfound doubts plaguing his mind. He felt torn every time he entertained thoughts of acting malevolently towards Yifa or saying hurtful things to her.Sometimes, it became frustrating for him to restrain his emotions, but simultaneously, he felt a sense of gratitude that despite
"Good night, Your Majesty," Yifa humbly conveyed as she gracefully bowed. The King lay in bed, safe and secure, much like a cherished child. Yifa had diligently ensured he consumed all his medicine and could rest comfortably unaided.Returning the gesture, King Benedict replied, "Good night to you as well." He secretly hoped for her presence again tomorrow, as he had many more fascinating stories he wished to share. In a way, he recognized that he was using Yifa for his own benefit, much like a doting father leveraging her attentive ear. The joy of speaking about his passions and interests brought him a sense of happiness and liberation."I shall see you tomorrow, Your Majesty," Yifa said, almost as if she could discern the thoughts swirling in the King's mind. The King acknowledged her statement with a nod, prompting Yifa to interpret it as her cue to depart. With a soft smile gracing her lips, she picked up the tray, turned around, and quietly exited the room.With a heartwarming s
Derek nodded, determined, "You're right. I'll find her and try to make things right."As Yifa remained silent, Derek swiftly turned to follow Elena , not waiting for her response. Yifa shook her head disapprovingly, muttering to herself, "Not even a thank you. You're really just like your brother."Meanwhile, Derek raced through the woods, his heart pounding with a mix of adrenaline and a desire to speak to Elena . As he drew nearer, her captivating scent grew stronger, guiding him towards her location."Elena !" Derek called out when he spotted her walking ahead. However, she didn't bother to look back at him and continued on her path, though her pace quickened subtly. It was evident that she had heard his call but was deliberately avoiding any interaction.Undeterred, Derek , being a prince and a swift werewolf, closed the gap between them in no time.With a heavy sigh, Elena turned to face Prince Derek , her expression revealing both frustration and curiosity. "What do you want fro
"Amaya , it's time to wake up," Killian spoke gently, gently shaking her shoulders in an attempt to rouse her. He had been trying to wake her for a few minutes now, and maintaining his gentleness was becoming a challenge.Despite his sweet coaxing, Amaya only clung tighter to the pillow, still lost in slumber. She had fallen asleep on the couch in Killian 's office after they had shared a pleasurable moment together. In those intimate moments, all of Killian 's worries vanished, and he could focus solely on the pleasure that Amaya 's presence brought him.Though he sometimes felt a twinge of guilt, he knew their relationship was purely physical, devoid of any romantic entanglement. He understood the boundaries clearly."Come on, Amaya ," Killian 's tone grew a bit firmer this time. Luckily, he didn't need to repeat himself as Amaya slowly opened her eyes, her gaze still hazy from the deep sleep she had been in when he returned from his father's bedroom.Recalling his father's words, K
"Yifa , why are you just standing there? Come on!" Killian said, flashing a smirk at Yifa , who seemed transfixed, staring at both Amaya and him with wide eyes.But deep down, Yifa knew they weren't kidding around. The expressions on their faces made it evident that they were teaming up against her. They were purposefully taunting her, though she wasn't sure if they had the same motive.Putting on a brave front, Yifa replied, her voice tinged with pain she tried to suppress, "|.. No, I'm fine staying with my friend. You should enjoy your time together." It hurt her deeply, both emotionally and instinctively as an omega, to utter those words. Yet, she preferred to say them rather than face the unbearable reality of her true mate finding pleasure with another woman.As Yifa glanced at Killian , she instantly knew her response had been wrong. His cold glare made it evident that he was angry. The situation arose because Killian had generously offered Yifa a place to stay for the night