99 She Won't Leave

Delia's pov

I was wrong. I thought in my heart.

How could Kral have such gentle and watery eyes? It was the cold gleam of ambition, like a drawn sword. It's just that his gaze was wrapped in a dreamlike atmosphere, using enticing chips like sugar in an attempt to make me yield.

Just like now, he took a small box out of his black robe, holding it in front of me. Then, one of his hands seemingly casually rested on my shoulder, using an irresistible tone, he said, "Open it, Delia."

I looked at the box in his palm. It was a small box that didn't seem to be able to hold much. My fingers moved slightly, and the black box opened, revealing an exquisite silver oval-shaped emblem in front of my eyes. It was pure white in color, like a fallen star in the darkness. On the emblem, the declaration of the werewolf royal family—Responsibility, Honor, and Loyalty—was delicately engraved in gold. On the back was a raised image of a wolf's head. Tiny yellow gems were set in the eyes of the wolf, repres