Rags

Sophia.

How did he know I am speaking with my wolf?

"Is there something wrong between you both?"

"No," I finally manage to reply. "There is nothing wrong. You don't have to worry about me."

"I will," he assures. "I'll be concerned if you're upset. I always want to make you happy."

"Thank you so much. Your care is appreciated, but I am OK."

"Okay, if you say so."

I sit in his office corner, watching him while he works. I see him dealing with the files on his table. Josh comes in and out, and every time he does, he looks at me evilly. I know he dislikes me, and I dislike him as well. He despises my gut for being impolite to his monarch, but I don't care. No one requests that his king imprison me. Who wants to be the mate and queen of his king? If I have the opportunity to run, I will not hesitate. For him, even my wolf is willing to revolt against me.

"Are you feeling okay?" He inquires. "Are you sure you don't need anything?"

"I don't need anything for now," I say. "I’m okay."

"I think