"Excuse me, what are you all doing here?" Killian 's voice was laced with a frigid tone as he confronted the group of girls who seemed oblivious to his approach, lost in their idle chatter. The anger pulsated within Killian , impossible to contain, upon discovering that the rogue had once again slipped out of his room without waiting for him or seeking permission.The steam from the bathroom had done little to quell his mounting fury, amplified by the lingering scent of the alpha on the woman. It was evident that she had spent the previous night with the same alpha. Killian acknowledged his own responsibility for instructing the rogue to leave after their altercation in the bathroom, yet he couldn't fathom why she had chosen to stay with another alpha.Deep down, he understood that he shouldn't care or allow anger to consume him. After all, they were not involved in a romantic relationship, and the rogue had every right to engage with whomever she pleased. Despite this logical knowled
Yifa sat in silence on the couch, her head bowed and hands resting in her lap. Anxious thoughts plagued her mind as she yearned to ask her mate a pressing question. What was the reason behind his sudden shifts from cruelty to kindness? The unpredictability of her mate's behavior left her utterly bewildered.With a quiet sigh, Yifa contemplated their presence in this space for several hours. The room remained engulfed in silence, save for the faint sounds of a pen scratching against paper and intermittent page-flipping. However, most of her attention was drawn to her mate's deep sighs, followed by irritated clicks of his tongue.Curiosity piqued within her, urging Yifa to steal a glance at her mate. She longed to witness his appearance while engrossed in work. Would he still possess his handsome features? Would he appear aged or perhaps wear glasses?Her mate's indifference towards her ignited a natural curiosity within her, despite his lack of interest. Yifa couldn't help but ponder o
Yifa 's body stiffened beneath the comforting layers of her covers as a voice pierced the air, inquiring about her actions. A mix of curiosity and trepidation filled her, urging her to peek and identify the speaker. However, a nagging fear whispered in her mind, cautioning that she might encounter someone who would condemn her for what could be interpreted as intrusive behavior. Consequently, she instinctively sought refuge under the protective embrace of the King's bed covers."I asked you what you're doing. Who are you?" the voice persisted, its feminine timbre resonating with an unwavering determination. Caught in this predicament, Yifa recognized that honesty was her only escape route. After all, what other explanation could she offer? Admitting that she had been cleaning the King's bed seemed plausible, but then the interrogator would undoubtedly question why she chose to recline upon it instead of standing dutifully beside it. The truth was glaringly apparent, making any attemp
Killian 's frustration boiled over as he confronted the dismissive higher-ups, desperately attempting to convey his message. "You simply fail to grasp the significance of what I'm saying!" he exclaimed, his anger palpable. His plan aimed to dismantle the entrenched notion of alphas' inherent superiority and eliminate the detrimental stigmas imposed upon omegas.These higher-ups constituted a group of individuals entrusted with assisting the royal family in decision-making. With the authority to veto any ill-conceived or unjust decisions made by the royals, they were deemed the representatives of the citizens. Whenever the people faced challenges or grievances they wished to bring before the kingdom, it was the higher-ups whom they approached.However, therein lay the quandary. The higher-ups were a conglomeration of self-serving and power-hungry individuals. Concern for the well-being of the populace was far from their minds, as their sole focus resided in the accumulation of power an
"I was in the process of cleaning," Yifa responded, her voice trembling with fear. She couldn't help but feel a deep sense of dread about what was about to unfold. The expression on Killian 's face was entirely unfamiliar to her. It displayed a dangerous and intense anger that sent shivers down her spine. The waves of his fury were palpable, radiating off him in waves.Killian fought hard to control his temper, restraining himself from lashing out at the woman standing before him. His anger had been building up since the heated confrontation with his superiors earlier, and now this intruder had the audacity to invade his personal space. It wasn't just any intrusion that enraged him; it was the fact that her impure hands had dared to touch something as sacred as Ginni 's picture.He had made a conscious effort to separate his personal life from his duties and responsibilities as a king. In order to achieve this, he had been trying to forget about the person who stirred up a whirlwind o
"Yifa , please try to relax," Black whispered soothingly, gently massaging Yifa 's back to provide comfort. They had been kneeling in the same spot for several minutes now, ever since Killian had abruptly left, leaving behind painful and hurtful words. Black was completely clueless about what had transpired between Yifa and Killian , causing Yifa to pose such a question and Killian to respond in such a cruel manner. All Black could perceive was Yifa 's profound distress, evident in her uncontrollable sobs and the ceaseless stream of tears cascading from her gray eyes."I... I can't," Yifa managed to utter amidst her sobbing. Her breaths were erratic and heavy, and Black grew increasingly concerned that she might lose consciousness if she didn't regain control of her breathing. However, Yifa found it impossible to calm down; it felt as though her heart was slowly being crushed. The sorrowful and yearning cries of her inner omega echoed relentlessly in her mind.Killian 's quest
Derek settled onto the bench in the palace garden, stating, "I'm aware she isn't my soulmate." Killian accompanied him to the garden, engaging in a conversation about Elena and Derek 's perplexing attraction towards her. Derek presumed that his brother had brought him here to have a heartfelt discussion rather than focusing on their destination. Deep down, Derek longed to see Elena , but he also cherished this opportunity to connect with his brother.With a multitude of uncertainties and unanswered questions swirling within him, Derek harbored the desire to confide in someone. He yearned for a compassionate listener, someone who could provide clarity, and above all, his family's reassurance that everything would eventually be fine.Seated beside his younger brother, Killian inquired, "How can you be so sure?" Observing Derek 's contentment in being by his side, he too experienced a sense of joy, finding solace in momentarily forgetting his own troubles and confusion. Simultaneously, h
Killian turned his head towards his little brother, who seemed lost in thought, and posed a question. "What are your thoughts on second chance mates?" he inquired, hoping to engage Derek in a conversation.Caught off guard, Derek swiftly redirected his gaze towards Killian , his eyes filled with surprise. Without uttering a word, he waited for Killian to elaborate.Aware of Derek 's silent anticipation, Killian pressed on, determined to clarify his point. "You know, it's actually possible," he began, shrugging casually. "We've heard rumors about second chance mates before."Derek nodded, acknowledging the common belief that second chance mates usually come into one's life when their true mate has passed away. The thought cast a shadow over his face, and Killian regretted unintentionally dampening his brother's spirits. His intention was to provide support and guidance, not evoke such somber thoughts."True, that's often the case," Killian admitted, pursing his lips. "But it's not the