Chapter 7

Killian's POV

The entrance to the hall swung open, and Black strode in, accompanied by a woman whose features remained obscured..

Although I couldn't make out her appearance clearly, I sensed a calming presence within me, as if my inner wolf was settling down and taking a seat in my mind. I found myself perplexed, and even my alpha seemed bewildered. My wolf tilted his head curiously as he sat down.

"Your Highness, I have brought the rogue," Black announced, bowing before me. Despite my disdain for the title he used, I understood that he was merely showing respect in front of others.

"Lower your head," Black commanded the rogue.

To my surprise, the rogue refused to comply, her gaze fixed on nothing in particular. In my opinion, she appeared rather foolish.

Before I could utter a word, the rogue suddenly locked eyes with me, an expression of astonishment and wonder reflecting in her gaze.

I experienced a surge of pride coursing through my body, fully aware of my good looks. I had often received that admiring gaze from both women and men. However, there was something distinct about the way she was staring at me, reminiscent of Ginni's gaze. It irritated me, as only Ginni was allowed to look at me in such a manner.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed the guard observing me and then tracing my gaze directly to the stranger who continued to stare at me. He approached the rogue and forcefully shoved her, causing her to collapse onto her knees.

"Hey! What the hell?" I exclaimed, taken aback by her audacious tone.

My eyebrows arched in surprise at her daring response. "You're disrespecting the King by staring at him," the guard coldly asserted.

To my astonishment, the rogue remained unfazed.

She appeared more entertained than irritated, wearing an amused expression on her face. In front of me, they engaged in a quarrel, initially providing me with some amusement, but gradually, it started to grate on my nerves. "That's enough," I proclaimed loudly to halt their dispute. Both individuals ceased their argument and directed their attention towards me. Waving off the guard's apology, I dismissed the need for any apologies.

Advancing towards the woman, I fixed a stern gaze upon her, causing her to lower her head and cast her gaze downward. Excellent, it seemed that she wouldn't prove too difficult to control. "Come here, rebel," I commanded in a chilly tone. She complied, stepping forward and lifting her head defiantly. It appeared she possessed a strong determination to defy me.

Well then, I would derive pleasure from bringing her under my submission. As the Alpha King, nobody could dare to defy my authority. The woman possessed Ginni’s eyes and long, black hair, lending her a slightly dark appearance, yet her eyes held a captivating gleam within them.

She appeared unkempt, but a faint scent of cherries and apples, my favorite, emanated from her. My wolf's tail began to wag in response.

Although she possessed a certain beauty, compared to the women I encountered daily, she fell within the realm of average.

Her eyes conveyed a multitude of emotions, compelling me to request her presence once more. "I didn't ask you to lift your head, did I? Keep them down," I commanded, my tone firm.

Yet, she gazed at me with a perplexed expression, as if mocking me.

"I said keep them down!" My patience dwindled rapidly. Her peculiar gaze, reminiscent of Ginni's, unsettled me. I needed to leave this place immediately.

Reluctantly, she lowered her head, her body trembling visibly. I glanced at the Head Elderly, signaling him to step forward.

He glanced in my direction, offering a slight nod before proceeding to approach me. To create some breathing room, I shifted to the side, granting him a bit of space. In a serene manner, he closed his eyes and tenderly stroked the head of the rogue wolf. This action served a purpose—it allowed him to perceive the wolf's inner essence, determining whether it possessed extraordinary abilities or was merely an ordinary creature.

Observing the tension building within his body, I realized that this was an unprecedented occurrence. Among all the white wolves we had assessed, it was only this rogue that evoked such a reaction from the Elderly. Overwhelmed by anxiety, I shut my eyes, contemplating the urge to flee. Fear consumed me as doubts filled my mind, apprehensive about enduring yet another restless night plagued with unanswered questions.

Simultaneously, I found myself terrified by the prospect that if this truly was the rogue, I would be forced to confront the grim reality of mating with Amaya against my will.

I released a prolonged breath, and as I opened my eyes, I caught sight of the Elders nodding in my direction. This is the crucial moment, the wolf with the power to alter my destiny. Whether it brings about a better future or not remains uncertain. Nevertheless, I am bound by a promise to my father and my kingdom—I will become the deserving King. To achieve that, I must find a mate and secure an heir.

"Raise your head, rogue," I commanded firmly, addressing her with authority.

Once again, her eyes met mine, conveying a multitude of unspoken messages. I felt compelled to remind her of the impropriety of staring at the King. Softly, she whispered an apology. However, her remorse held little significance to me. After all, she was just a rogue, and my expectations were low.

Harsh as my words may have been, it was crucial for her to understand who held the reins of power—I did. Yet, before I could delve further into my thoughts, Derek interjected, expressing his impatience with my delay.

Knowing my brother all too well, I recognized his restlessness stemmed from the presence of the rogue omega that Black had mentioned earlier.

Typically, he remains silent. "Quiet down, Derek. I'm aware of your desire to check on your little omega wolf," I responded playfully. He huffed at me and left the room.

As I turned my attention to the young rogue, I felt compelled to introduce myself. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Killian Greyback, the King of the West." I took pride in sharing my position, yet deep down, I harbored a sense of shame due to the numerous mistakes I had made.

"My name is Yifa," a gentle voice interrupted my thoughts. It was the rogue.

Raising an eyebrow, I made it clear that I hadn't asked for her name. Even though Yifa was a wonderful name, I saw no reason to share that with her.

"You will become my servant," I declared firmly and confidently.

I noticed her body tense once again, but I decided to press on. I desired a swift resolution to this situation.

"You will obey all of my commands. If anything goes wrong, there will be consequences," I added.

She remained silent, visibly taken aback by my words. Although her reaction was understandable, she should have already realized that I am not a patient individual. Waiting has always been something I despise.

Seeking confirmation, I inquired if she comprehended my message. It took her a while to respond, struggling to find the right words.

"I am not asking for your opinion. I am commanding you to do it. You do not have the privilege of saying yes or no."

As she seemed poised to retort, I interrupted, asserting, "I issue orders, and you are expected to comply."

Her gaze met mine once again. I narrowed my eyes, noting her defiance, but chose to let it pass this time. However, this would be the final instance where she would dare to defy me.

"I possess limited patience. Do you grasp the significance of my words?"

While she seemed to contemplate certain aspects, she nodded nevertheless.

It appeared that she possessed a certain level of audacity, which pleased me, as I relished the prospect of dismantling her pride bit by bit, inflicting pain along the way.

And I knew precisely where to commence. Tonight, she required accommodation, and I had the perfect plan in mind. She must be made aware of her position, and I would be the one to demonstrate it.

"Very well. Black, please escort her to my bedroom. I have made the necessary arrangements for her accommodation."

Black acknowledged the instruction. As for me, it was time for my departure. I refrained from casting a backward glance and exited the room.

My mind raced, inundated with a multitude of thoughts. This would mark the beginning of something new, though the outcome remained uncertain. Life, undeniably, presents us with unforeseen twists. Little did I anticipate that I would be the one caught off guard by the unexpected.