Kira stared at Derek, her mind completely blank as he finally pulled back. His amber eyes remained locked on hers, intense and unreadable. To anyone watching from the doorway, it looked like a tender, private moment between a husband and wife. A slow, satisfied smile spread across Nana’s face, and she took a small step backwards into the hall.
"Alright, then. I shall leave you two to it," Nana said softly. She stepped out of the room and pulled the door shut behind her.
The moment the latch caught, Kira wriggled out of Derek’s grip and shot him a death glare that could have scorched paint. Her heartbeat had picked up race, but she forced herself to remain furious at him.
"You disgust me," she muttered, her voice trembling with a mix of fury and lingering shock. She did not wait for a response before she started to walk away.
"I should have handled last night better," he called after her.
Kira stopped in her tracks and turned slowly to look at him, her expression hard. "Yes, you should have. But you did not."
"I will get to the bottom of what happened and find out the truth," he said, taking a half-step toward her. "Let bygones be bygones."
Kira tilted her head, her gaze cold. "Do whatever you wish, Your Grace. The kingdom is yours, after all."
With that, she turned on her heel and marched out of the room, her heels clicking sharply on the floor. Derek stood in the centre of the room, watching her go. Inside him, his beast, Leo, let out a low, satisfied purr. Derek quickly suppressed the feeling, and left the bedroom to escape the intoxicating cloud of her jasmine scent that had suddenly turned far too sweet.
He followed her at a measured pace, knowing Nana would expect them to come down together for breakfast. He caught up to her just as she reached the entrance to the kitchen.
Nana was already seated at the long oak table, a delicate teacup cradled in her hands. Ishita and two other omegas hurried about, setting plates of fresh fruit, warm bread, scrambled eggs, and slices of smoked salmon. The air smelled of toasted bread, coffee, and the faint floral notes of Nana’s favourite tea.
The moment Derek and Kira entered, the three omegas bowed quickly.
"Good morning, Your Grace. Good morning, Your Highness."
"Good morning to you too," Kira answered. Her voice was suddenly bright and bubbly, a complete contrast to the woman who had just called Derek disgusting. She beamed at the staff. "I trust your night was peaceful?"
The two younger omegas bobbed their heads shyly while Ishita answered, "Yes, Your Highness. Very peaceful."
"Good morning, Nana," Kira said, crossing the room to press a light peck to the elderly woman’s cheek.
Nana beamed, looking delighted as she took a slow sip of her tea. "And how do you feel this morning, my dear?"
Kira let a wide, sunny smile spread across her face. "I’m Kira—always fine!"
Nana chuckled, glancing from her to Derek, who stood a few paces behind with his usual unreadable expression. He was clearly wondering why Kira was suddenly so bubbly seconds after her coldness upstairs.
Will he ever understand this woman?
"I see you two have settled your little difficulties," Nana said as Kira stepped back. "New couples always bicker, but the sweetness is found in the reconciliation."
Kira forced a fake, sweet smile, reaching for a chair to pull it out, but Derek was faster. He reached past her, his hand grasping the back of the chair to slide it out for her. It was a polite, kingly gesture, but Kira was still seething and petty. Even though she was playing along with this charade for Nana’s sake, she wanted him to pay.
Kira moved toward Derek with exaggerated worry. "Oh, my darling, that must really hurt a lot. Let me get you a chair. Come sit. Come, come." She reached out to take his hand, but Derek snatched it away as if she were made of fire.

He glared at the chair Kira had pulled out for him, then at Nana, then back at Kira. Her gaze told him exactly what she was thinking: You deserved that.
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