We had just shared a tender moment and were about to return to the bedroom when Elijah suddenly entered the closet. Maybe he still suspected me, but I had nothing left to hide. Hadn’t Elijah said he could feel what I was going through all the time? How could I deny it if he could feel my body and soul?I adjusted my clothes and glanced at Elijah, standing in the closet, looking at an old photo album in his hands. Suddenly, he looked over at me, his expression surprised.“You looked at these pictures?” he asked.“I didn’t mean to.” I approached Elijah, feeling a pang of guilt. “Forgive me, my king.”“Why?”I wasn’t sure if he was asking me or himself. Instead, he turned his eyes back to the old photos in the album. If this was some big secret, I wouldn’t look again. Besides, if he didn’t want anyone to know about his past, why keep it in a closet like this? Didn’t he have a safe to hide his secrets in?“How many have you seen?” Elijah showed me the album.I began to feel uncomfortabl
I followed Eugenia to the stairs as she hurried to the lower floor. The lights were on, and I heard the door opening."Where is Delilah? I can smell her!" Elijah demanded urgently."Calm down, my king. She's upstairs.""Delilah!" Elijah shouted. "Delilah! Come down now!"I felt a jolt, which caused my body to react, and I hurried down the stairs. At the door, Elijah faced Eugenia."Go home right now. Get in the car," he ordered.I wanted to refuse, but I feared Eugenia would be dragged into this if I resisted. So, I had no choice but to obey Elijah's orders."Once you're back at the mansion, rest, my queen," Eugenia whispered as she rubbed my back.I nodded resignedly."Good night, Eugenia," Elijah said as we parted."Take care, my king. Good night."I noticed a car parked outside Eugenia's boutique, with no driver inside. No chauffeur, no security, not even Vincent. Did Elijah really come alone? A king? That's... daring.He had taken a risk coming after me, all because he didn't want
I sat on the high stool and stared at the hairpin that had brought disaster. It lay on the kitchen island, wrapped in a cloth, still stained with blood. I sighed and looked at those gathered around me—Vincent and the maids.“My queen, I know it was unintentional, but please don’t dwell on it. King Elijah will be fine,” Vincent said.So I should be able to relax after stabbing Elijah, even if it was accidental? I don’t understand why he suddenly collapsed and is now unconscious.Vincent even had to call Bishop, and together, they tended to Elijah until his condition began to settle.What shocked me the most was learning that the hairpin contained silver—a poison deadly to our kind, second only to wolfsbane.I couldn’t wait to see Elijah now, even though Bishop had been watching his condition. How could I not panic even more?Tears fell again as I cried in silence. I never wanted to hurt Elijah despite the pain he often caused me. Deep down, I felt like the worst person in the world.“M
"My king! Stop!"Vincent quickly pulled Elijah's hand from my throat, and Bishop dragged me back. We all felt Elijah's fury, and it was terrifying. Even in his weakened state, his presence was overpowering."Please, my king. Calm down," Vincent pleaded, his voice strained.Elijah exhaled, then let go of Vincent's hand. We all breathed a sigh of relief as his anger seemed to subside."She tried to kill me," Elijah said in a flat tone, pointing at me. "Why are you still allowing Delilah to be here?""It was an accident, my king," Bishop defended. "Queen Delilah was only defending herself.""By stabbing me with a silver object?""Queen Delilah didn't know."Elijah struggled to sit up on the bed with Vincent's help. I stood frozen in fear as he fixed me with an intense gaze. But I shrank back next to Bishop, too afraid to approach."Your hand isn't hurt, Delilah?" Elijah asked suddenly.I shook my head. "No, my king.""Then how were you able to hold the object without hurting yourself?"I
“Ugh!”I grimaced as Delilah’s hips accidentally landed on my stomach wound. She gasped and quickly shifted, kneeling beside me with a look of concern and panic in her eyes.“My king, I’m sorry,” she squealed.“It’s all right,” I replied, not wanting this damned wound to ruin the heat between us. I didn’t care about her accidental stab; I figured we’d call it even if I could “stab” her all night in return.I cupped Delilah’s neck and pulled her face close to kiss again. I wanted to hear her moan, to feel her writhe beneath me until she had nothing left to give. She returned my kiss with even more passion, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. I gently pushed her back, making sure she was comfortable as my hand found her breast, squeezing slowly but firmly.Her body rose, her heavy-lidded gaze sending my thoughts reeling. I moved down and kissed her deeply before taking her breast in my mouth, making her moan louder. The sound was beautiful and made me want more.I bit, sucked, until
I was relieved Elijah wasn’t angry, but his face had been somber lately. I didn’t know what was bothering him, though I was afraid it was because of what I’d said a few nights ago.Yes, those words... I told Elijah that I loved him.He hadn’t responded that night or said anything, even though we’d had such a wild, unforgettable night together. But now I began to question my own words.Was it too much?I knew it wasn’t just Elijah’s influence; it was all me. And now I regretted it. A slave like me loving a king. How foolish!“Queen Delilah?” Vincent’s voice startled me.I turned and gave him a smile. “Hi, Vincent. I was just admiring the garden’s beauty,” I said quickly.“Of course, my queen. If it brings you peace.”“What is it, Vincent?”“King Elijah would like to see you in his office.”Elijah wants to talk to me? That’s unusual.Usually, he bursts into the room and starts yelling.I nodded and got up, walking to Elijah’s office with Vincent at my side. When we arrived, Vincent open
Kat and Flo helped me with my makeup and hair. This time, my hair was styled in a simple chignon, but I felt it was missing something."Should I add a pin?" I asked them both."Well... there is a beautiful pin that would look lovely on you, my queen," Kat quickly opened the accessory box. It was a flower pin that would go perfectly with your outfit.I shook my head. "I want to wear the white pin—the mysterious gift."They both gasped, obviously startled and even took a step back. I took the cloth-wrapped pin from the drawer and placed it on the vanity."My queen, this is dangerous." Kat's face turned pale. "Why are you wearing it?""I think now is the time to wear it, to find out who sent it."I tucked it carefully into my bun. It was perfect."Queen Delilah, please don't be so careless. If King Elijah finds out, he'll be furious," Flo pleaded.I knew that Elijah almost lost his life because of that pin. He would be outraged if he knew I was wearing it to a tea party as if nothing had
All I could do was sit on the edge of the bed, sobbing and holding Aunt Disa's hand. She was still unconscious, just exhausted, but seeing her look so worn and battered tore at my heart."What happened to you, Auntie?" I whispered desperately.Dark thoughts crept in. If Aunt Disa was like this, what about Dad? After I disappeared, did Tracy and Benson treat my father horribly?"Delilah?"Elijah's voice startled me. I turned to see him standing in the doorway. He came in and patted my shoulder gently. "Let your aunt rest, Delilah."Even though I didn't want to leave, I obeyed Elijah. We walked out of the room, and Elijah held my hand."Is your aunt on your mother's or father's side?" Elijah asked."My father's younger sister. My birth mother didn't have anyone left in the pack."Elijah just ran his hand through my hair. "She'll be fine. Don't worry."I nodded, looking at Elijah. "Is it okay for her to stay here temporarily, my king?"Elijah looked over. "She can stay as long as she nee