Chapter 88: Marked

Annie's POV

"So, what really brought you here, my King?" Alpha Trace asked. He was in his comfortable posture seated at the chair, wine glass at hand. He had this insincere smile plastered on his face.

I was beside him, forcibly trying to make my existence as genuine as possible. My hand gently held his arm.

But the king's eyes... they never bore Alpha Trace's direction. He would rather look away or enjoy himself looking at my nervousness. He was looking at me with several emotions I couldn't comprehend.

Was it longing? Lust?

I meekly shook my head. I must be imagining things. There is no way that the Alpha King would look at me this way.

King Iram gave a smug smile shortly after he looked at Alpha Trace, then, looked away again. "We have already talked about this, haven't we? The deadline is nearing. It shouldn't be prolonged any more," he said in a low voice. "Give what is necessary to my pack, so that we can conquer the whole of Europe. Or else, we will consider Froster Pack nothi