The maid looked nervous, unsure of what to do, and I froze, afraid to touch the appetizer before me.What was Elena going to say? Was she going to tell the royal wolves here that there had been an incident at Elijah's mansion? No one was supposed to know!Suddenly, Elijah dipped his spoon into my soup bowl and tasted it. His action caused everyone to stare in amazement.Elijah made a soft, polite sound of approval and looked at me. "It's okay, Delilah. Go ahead, you can eat," he said.Elena sighed, clutching her spoon tightly. "You were careless, my king.""Thank you for your concern for Delilah." Elijah nodded. "But there's no need to worry."I looked at the king, amazed that he would go far for me. If someone had poisoned the food with wolfsbane and it affected me, my death wouldn't change much. But what if something happened to Elijah?Elena was right—he was too careless.Why was I suddenly worried about Elijah? He wasn't anyone special to me. In fact, he was my master, and I was j
“My queen, you must eat.” Flo looked at me with a worried expression. “If you don’t, you’ll get sick.”I shook my head. “I’m not hungry, Flo. Just take the food back.”“But, my queen...”“Please. I don’t want to eat.”Flo didn’t dare argue. She just nodded and carried the tray out of the room.When my mind is in turmoil, I lose my appetite. I’d rather stay in my room until my feelings settle. It’s not that I want to be dramatic and get sick.I know my limits; I’ll eat if I’m hungry.The door opened again, and when I looked over, Elijah stood in the doorway, carrying a tray. He seemed slightly annoyed as he approached me and set the tray down on the table with a bit of force.“Refusing to eat?” he asked.I didn’t answer, instead turning my attention to the window I’d asked to keep open. At least looking out kept me from feeling too trapped.“Did you lose your voice?”“I’m not hungry,” I replied softly.“Delilah...”“I know I’m useless, or whatever you want to say. Please, my king... I
"My queen... my queen..."The whisper jolted me awake, and I glanced to my side to see Kat standing beside the bed. She nodded politely, then smiled."King Elijah requests that you dress quickly. I've got your clothes ready," Kat said."What are you talking about, Kat?" I mumbled, still half asleep. "Where are we going?""I'm not sure, my queen. But it's you who will be going, not me."I threw the covers aside and dragged myself to the bathroom. When I looked out the window, the sky was still dark."What time is it?" I asked."Four in the morning, my queen."My mouth dropped open; it was too early. Where was Elijah taking me so early?I didn't protest much and followed the king's orders. Our relationship had improved slightly, so I didn't want to upset Elijah again. I had to minimize the chances of Elijah getting angry.In about ten minutes, I was dressed and rushed out. Elijah was waiting outside with Vincent. As soon as he saw me, Elijah checked his watch, then scoffed irritably."T
Maybe it was Elijah’s kindness a few days ago, but I felt a spark of motivation to do what he suggested. I go into the forest every morning and climb to the peak alone. Though I’m not yet brave enough to take the steep path down, I return the same route and run until I reach the mansion. Slowly, I managed to reach the mansion faster each time. What I’m doing might seem effortless to high-level wolves, but I’m doing my best, even if I’m slower.Afterward, I meditate, believing that quieting my mind and connecting with nature will sharpen my senses. Right now, for example, I can feel someone approaching. The scent of candy—that must be Flo.“My queen?” her call interrupts my concentration.I turn to face her. “Yes, Flo?”“Oh, aren’t you done meditating? I’m sorry to have disturbed you,” Flo says, looking apologetic. “I thought you were done.”“I just finished.”Flo comes over, picks up the towel draped over the back of the chair in the pavilion, and hands it to me.“There are presents
Why does Delilah’s smile make my heart race? It’s annoying. I haven’t felt this way for a long time. There was a time, but that was ages ago, with... “My king?” Vincent’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “What did you want to talk about?” We were already in my office, and I was standing there like a fool, staring blankly out the window. How did we even get here? Was I so distracted by Delilah’s image dancing through my head that I walked in a daze? “Did Delilah really go to the hill alone? Exercising every morning?” I asked. Vincent paused briefly. “Yes, my king. Queen Delilah has been doing this for almost a week now. She’s very determined.” “Good.” Vincent’s look seemed to say, “Is that all you wanted to ask? I quickly added, “Find Delilah, a private tutor, to teach her etiquette. I think Victoria could handle it.” “Beta Victoria?” Vincent looked surprised. “My king, it might be better if someone from Sigma or Phi did this; they handle matters of education.” I
Has Elijah lost his mind? He comes in, hugs me, curses me, and then just leaves.I don’t need to be reminded of our different ranks; it’s painful enough. It’s not that I love Elijah, but his constant put-downs make me feel suffocated. If he wants me to be his slave, why doesn’t he treat me like one? If I have to suffer for the rest of my life, I’ll become numb to it. Any pain will only make me stronger.But instead, he’s nice one moment, even encouraging, and then he tears me down. And if this cycle repeats itself, I’ll be broken, all because of the alternation between hope and pain.Before I know it, tears are streaming down my face. Once again, I’m crying because of that evil Alpha King! “Elijah, you cursed king!” I mutter angrily.What am I supposed to do now? Should I go back to square one? Should I give up training? I have no idea what Elijah really wants.Annoyed, I left my room and got some fresh air outside. The back garden should be empty except for the guards patrolling th
My conversation with Vincent fizzled. He didn’t want to share more, and I didn’t want to push him, so our conversation faded into the shadows. There were many things I didn’t want to know, especially since I wouldn’t be at Elijah’s side forever. Why should I care about that hotheaded king? Although, I’ll admit, sometimes my curiosity gets the better of me.A few days later, Vincent came to my room to tell me I had been assigned a new etiquette tutor.“A tutor?”I could hardly believe it. Elijah had never mentioned anything about a tutor, but suddenly I had one.“Yes, my queen. Your tutor is waiting in the living room,” Vincent nodded.I put down my knitting - one of the gifts given to me, a complete set - and quickly straightened my hair before following Vincent into the living room.My heart was pounding with anticipation. I was both nervous and excited to learn proper etiquette. As Vincent opened the living room door, the air felt tense, and my eyes met those of an older woman sit
Actually, I’m curious about Elijah’s statement about punishing Victoria. I don’t know what kind of problems they had in the past, but seeing the way Elijah acts towards her, it must have been something serious.I wait until the right moment—after Elijah’s coffee break. Usually, Vincent brings it to his study and then goes to the kitchen to return the tray. This is the perfect time to intercept Vincent, who’s already on his way to the kitchen.“Vincent!” I call, practically running to catch up with him.He stops and nods politely. “My queen.”“I need to talk to you. It’s really important,” I whisper.“What matter would you like to discuss, my queen?”I gently pull him away from the kitchen. We’re in the middle of the corridor now, where there’s little chance of anyone eavesdropping.“What happened between King Elijah and Victoria in the past?” I ask bluntly.Vincent doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he looked at me, puzzled, and shook his head.“Wouldn’t it be better if you asked Ki