Arabella:
I somehow managed to keep a stoic face through the rest of the dinner. When we reached his chambers, he left because he needed to meet his beta.
I even remembered to thank him. But the moment the door closed behind me, I broke. Hurrying into the glass bathroom, I turned the shower on and let the cold water pour over my head, soaking my dress within seconds.
I slid down the tiled wall until I was sitting on the floor. The tears came anyway.
Why was he interested in proving me innocent when he would never let me go? What difference would it make?
Why couldnāt I use my free will to decide what I wanted? Why was I never treated as a normal werewolf even when I was a wolfless Omega?
My packās alpha bound me, which was a crime. I would never be able to tell anyone about my past. They would always take me as a spoiled princess who wanted to climb into the kingās bed. Yes, he was gorgeous. Yes, I was falling for him.
But for me, this attraction wasnāt enough. I wanted to go to Maya and discover the world with her.
No matter how hard I bit my lip and no matter how tightly I hugged my knees. The tears wouldnāt stop.
Didnāt he say Iād be free? Then why did the mark have to stay? Who will help me get rid of the mark?
I buried my face in my arms and cried until there were no tears left. By the time I stepped out of the shower, my eyes were swollen, and my chest ached.
I changed into my nightclothes and walked to the bed on unsteady legs. I collapsed onto the mattress and grabbed a pillow to press it over my face. I couldnāt let him see me like this.
Soon he would come back, and I didnāt want to face him. I couldnāt let him know how much his words had hurt me. A shaky breath escaped my lips.
Tomorrow evening, he would leave for the Red Moon pack, and ... holy shit! I bolted up straight on the bed.
I had forgotten about that silly match. The stupidest thing I agreed to. What was I even thinking? Jasmine would kill me with a single punch.
I let out a humorless laugh and fell on my back. A wolfless slave against the head warrior of Lunaris.
Goddess! What is wrong with me?
Then I decided to make a deal with the Moon Goddess.
Dear Moon Goddess. If I survive this match, then Iāll take it as a sign. A sign that Iām not meant to spend the rest of my life in this palace. Iāll escape this place and never look back. Itās either death or freedom.
***
Even in my sleep, I felt the mattress dip beside me. His strong arms carefully wrapped around me. For a moment, I stirred and then, without even opening my eyes, I instinctively snuggled closer.
I was too tired to wake up.
"Itās alright, Princess," I heard his low voice in my sleep, "Everything will fall into place."
His warm fingers brushed over my cheeks, gently wiping away the dried tears, "Iām sorry," he whispered. I was so sleepy that I couldnāt even respond.
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of freshly baked buns and waffles made for breakfast. A tray was set on the small table by the window.
Lucien was already dressed in a crisp white shirt and black pants, reading something on his tablet. The moment he noticed I was awake, he closed the file, "Morning."
"Morning..." I replied sleepily and sat up, trying to control the yawn.
He got up and walked over to my side, "Come on. Breakfast is here. Go freshen up...."
I slipped my hand into his and climbed out of bed. He was trying to make up for what happened last night, but it was too late. My mind was made up.

Yeah. If Iāll be alive. Because I donāt think Jasmine will spare me.
Donāt worry, my King. Iāll eat to my heartās content once Iām free from you. Away from this palace. I told myself silently.


Fine.
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