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Chapter 20

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Killian’s POV

Being the Alpha King comes with its own burdens. My authority extends beyond trivial disputes like thefts and border skirmishes—I oversee the monetary budgets of all 236 werewolf packs scattered across the world. I dictate alliances, settle wars before they even begin, and pass judgment with a single command.

I don’t have time for distractions.

My days are regimented, each minute accounted for. There’s no room for delays. No space for indulgences.

Yet here I am. Sitting back, watching a woman kneel before me.

She’s… interesting.

Not in the usual way women are—cloying, desperate to claw their way into my bed for status or power. No, she’s different.

I like when people cower before me, when fear drips from their trembling forms, feeding the beast within. But her?

Don’t mistake her bowed head for submission.

Her eyes, though lowered, hold fire. If not for her friend, Lilly, she would be glaring at me outright.

My gaze drops to her hands, balled into fists so tight her nails dig into her bandaged palm. If she keeps that up, she’ll bleed.

Brave.

Unlucky.

A dangerous combination.

She has no idea what she’s walked into. If she thinks her life here will be better than the streets she roamed, scavenging for food, she is sorely mistaken.

She will have shelter. She will be fed.

But beyond that? She will earn everything herself.

I let her chin go with a rough tug and rise to my full height. She doesn’t lower her gaze this time.

Good.

I want her to look at me.

My fingertips trace the raised skin of her scar, and she flinches. So that’s her weakness. A single imperfection hidden beneath layers of makeup.

People call her ugly for this?

Ridiculous.

To me, she’s merely… ordinary. A face among thousands.

Scarface? An exaggeration.

I have countless scars carved into my back, each one earned in battle, each one a story. When people see mine, they admire them. They whisper of my strength, my victories. But hers? They ridicule her for it.

People are fickle creatures.

Clenching my jaw, I pull back my hand. Her lips part.

The little mouse has something to say.

“I… I’m not going to just abide and be treated like some slut of yours! I will not take that….in my…”

Her voice is sharp, defiant.

Then her eyes drop—to the button of my jeans.

I arch a brow.

Really?

That’s where her mind went?

So she isn’t as innocent as I assumed.

A slow smirk curves my lips as I thread my fingers into her hair, twisting the strands around my palm before yanking her back. Her body locks up, breath hitching.

She’s trembling.

Not with fear.

Her molars grind, lips pressing into a thin line as I tilt her head, forcing her to look up at me.

“Well, does my wife have a dirty mind?”

I step closer, closing the space between us, her face mere inches from my waist.

Her breath catches. She realizes the position she’s in.

Her eyes go wide.

Color drains from her face.

“It’s a good thing I don’t get turned on so easily, little mouse, or I’m afraid you’d have to take care of it.”

She gasps.

I let her go with a sudden jerk, watching as she scrambles back.

Her hands shake, but she bites down whatever words she wants to spit at me.

Smart girl.

I turn away, my tone clipped. “See this mess around you? It’s not going to clean itself. You may be my Queen from now on, but that doesn’t make you better than anyone in this castle—not my guards, not my servants.”

I gesture to the chaos around us.

“Clean it up. Then leave. I have guests coming.”

Her lips part, but she catches herself, biting them shut.

Good.

I drop into my chair, watching as she scans the disaster before her.

Bane—shifts beside me, his brown eyes locked on her. He’s rarely this reactive. Usually, he doesn’t give a damn about the people who come and go. He stays curled near my feet, content with my hand idly stroking beneath his muzzle.

But tonight is different.

Tonight, he’s intrigued.

Intrigued by her.

It isn’t hatred, not entirely.

It’s something darker. Something primal.

Something about virgin blood.

In this world, you won’t find many. Especially at the age of twenty-eight.

Yet here she is.

My little mouse.

The most innocent ones are always the wildest.

I resume my work, letting the scratch of ink against paper fill the silence. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch her struggle. She’s clumsy. Every move she makes is a mess. She barely manages to gather the papers before spilling more ink onto the carpet.

Her pale fingers scrub at the stain, but she’s only making it worse.

Then—a knock.

“Your Highness. The Alpha of Silverline Pack is here.”

I lean back with a sigh. “Send him—”

“No, please. Wait… I…”

I pause.

Something in her voice stops me.

Something I haven’t heard before.

My gaze lowers.

She’s tugging at the hem of her dress, shifting uncomfortably. And then I see it—her left thigh, completely exposed up to the edge of her panties.

Bane.

The bastard tore her dress.

Her arms tighten around herself, her cheeks burning.

Was she… embarrassed?

I exhale, rubbing my temple. “You can leave, little mouse. Do this later.”

She doesn’t move.

“You can’t expect me to walk out like this!” Her voice rises, frustrated. “There are men outside. If only you hadn’t taken my shawl—”

I arch a brow. “I’ve seen women walk around in bikinis with more confidence than you, little mouse. Stop being dramatic and—”

“I’m not them.”

Her voice is quieter this time.

Not defiant. Not furious.

Just… honest.

I frown.

It suddenly clicks. The long dresses, the way she always keeps herself covered. She isn’t comfortable showing her skin.

“What do you expect me to do?” I mutter. “Dismiss an Alpha just because your—”

She doesn’t let me finish.

Her eyes dart around, searching.

And then, before I can react—

She drops to her knees and crawls under my desk.

I blink.

The fuck?

She hugs herself, curling into a ball, her brown eyes peeking up at me as if this is the most logical solution.

Seriously?

My meetings last for hours—

“Your Highness.”

The doors push open.

Alpha Kane steps in with his Beta and third-in-command.

I exhale slowly, my gaze flicking down.

She’s mouthing something at me.

Please.

I roll my eyes.

Whatever.

It’s not like I asked her to do this.

She’s free to suffer the consequences.

I settle back in my chair, my knee nearly brushing her shoulder.

“Welcome, Alpha Kane.”

They take their seats, completely unaware of my little wife cowering beneath my desk, sighing in relief.

I smirk.

This will be interesting.

“Very well,” I murmur, clasping my hands together.

“Let’s begin.”

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