Arabella Toussaint:
While walking aimlessly through the palace hallways, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. The king must have stayed with me for a while after I fell asleep. Because last night’s nightmare had been different.
That crazy queen tried to attack me again but couldn’t do much. Maybe because a strong arm had been wrapped around my waist, holding me against a warm chest. It made me feel safe even in my dream.
I didn’t know how I would look into his eyes after what I did last night. I never felt this sexy, and this wanted in my entire life.
When I woke up after a good sleep, he had already left, and I wasn’t wearing my wet clothes anymore.
Did he change them? I asked myself. The thought made the corners of my lips lift again. Without realizing where my feet were taking me, I found myself standing outside the royal kitchen.
Before I could think twice, I stepped inside. The usual chatter in the room died instantly, and dozens of eyes turned toward me.
Ever since I was sent here to the palace, it was the first time I had walked to the kitchen on my own two feet instead of on my knees. The Omegas working there stared at me as if they had seen a ghost.
Helena, who was handing a knife to an Omega, slowly lowered it. Her shocked expression made my smile slowly fade.
My gaze wandered around the kitchen until it landed on a tray piled with jelly-filled buns.
Oh Goddess. My stomach growled.
I walked to a shocked Helena and pointed at them, "Can I have one?"
Helena tried to smile in nervousness and glanced towards the kitchen entrance before looking back at me.
"Please..." she whispered, "If His Highness finds out you came here, he might not be happy. And if he learns that we gave you those buns," she swallowed, "He might get angrier."
"Oh," I chewed my lower lip. Why would the king make an issue about eating buns? He clearly didn’t know how they tasted.
Helena let out a quiet chuckle when she saw me thinking hard, "However, if you take one yourself, then I suppose none of us can be blamed."
A slow smile made its way to my face, "Really?" she gave me the tiniest nod. With a sigh, I hurried to the tray before she could change her mind. I grabbed one plate and carefully placed a jelly-filled bun on it.
After taking a stool near the counter, I took a bite and ohhh. The sweet strawberry filling melted on my tongue, making my eyes widen.
I could feel every pair of eyes in the kitchen following my every move.
"Mmm..." I hummed loudly, not caring what they all must have been thinking of me. I ate quickly, afraid that at any moment someone would snatch the bun away and force me back onto my knees.
After finishing my second bun, I was trying to decide if I should go for the third one when I caught Helena out of the corner of my eye placing a large glass at some distance.
For me!
Without wasting a minute, I reached for it. Sweet Goddess. It was a mango smoothie.
Today nobody was bullying me. They might have understood that I was someone special... someone closer to the king.
After all, they had all seen the mate mark that day.
Is this the end of all my worries? Of all the abuse I have endured to this day?


You deserve better.

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