-HER-

How could I be so stupid?

I should have seen this comping. It was Ezekiel after all and I was his mate and there was no way he would let me slip through his fingers like sand.

I should have known that while I was here, he was already scheming to get me back to his kingdom. I thought that the conflicts with his brother and the Drakkons would keep him just enough busy to even think about me but oh, I couldn't have been more wrong in thinking this, and why not?

He was a scheming son of a bastard.

He wanted to have it all no matter what and who was I to stop him? At the end of the day, I was just a she-wolf, general of the Army of the wolves while he was a King. The Lycan King, who had to fight his whole family to rise to have the throne. While I, more or less, inherited the position, though I needed to work hard for it but I didn't have to scheme unlike him.

If he could have his throne that way then who was I?

I was just a mere she-wolf to him who might have broken his heart and I was sure this was his revenge— to make me his at any cost. Even if it meant burning bridges or the whole fvcking kingdom. He was going to have me. That's all that mattered to him after I had managed to strip him from all those shells of arrogance and obnoxiousness and stab him right in his heart.

The Lycan King was hurt and I had hurt him. It hurt me as well because love is a double-edged sword. It's fvcking dangerous. Though it was easier for me because I already knew how to move on unlike him.

This was the reason why the whole place around me was in chaos while I sat in silence, watching the wolves fight each other just for me. Not literally but yeah, they were fighting in the court.

There had been countless sessions before this to discuss if I should be sent to the Lycan King and each one of those sessions had ended up in nothing productive. It has been a month ever since Ezekiel sent that ill-fated scroll, letting the whole kingdom know that I am his mate.

As the tension escalated in the courtroom, I wanted to leave but I just couldn't, especially when I was the sole subject of the raging debate that was currently going on. People were screaming at each other, accusing each other, fighting on my behalf, fighting against me, and whatnot.

I sat in my corner, surrounded by silence. Regulus, Augustus, and others were sitting right opposite me. None of them had uttered a word to me ever since the news of me being the Lycan King's Mate had shaken Zaeris.

I knew that they were mad at me for keeping such a piece of important information from them but it wasn't like I could take about it to anyone. That scheming son of a bastard had my lips tightly sealed.

I was pissed at him. I was pissed at everyone for even continuing to talk about this even after I had made my wishes known regarding this matter on the very day the scroll had arrived.

I wanted to prepare for war. A war against the lycan king but the wolves rather wanted to send me back to him. It was a pathetic situation because I had more chances of winning in the war than winning in a one-on-one fight with him because no matter how much I would tell myself that I had moved on, I still cried myself to sleep.

There was no denying it at this point.

After another week of such tensed sessions at the court, the wolves had finally arrived at an agreement — to vote and see how many people wanted me to stay in Zaeris. Even before the voting began, I already knew what was going to be the results.

Almost the whole court voted for me to go to Ezekiel and I couldn't have been more pissed at them but I knew that it would be foolish to fight with them now. I had done plenty of that before and every time it had ended in a bad way.

The wolves were smart. They were doing everything to avoid a war with Ezekiel but that would end up in me going back to him, to that scheming son of a bastard, to live in forced mateship, to pretend to love him even though my heart already felt dead after all the things that happened between us.

It felt impossible but the wolves didn't seem to care and neither do the Lycans because they'd been sending their diplomats to convince the Royalty to send me to their king.

Even Arsinoe wanted me to go back to him at this point. It was a waste talking to anyone. Everyone wanted me to go except for Pax. Though I think it hardly mattered to him because he'd come with me wherever I go, whether it be Zaeris or Thastonia.

So, it was finally decided that I was going to Thastonia, to that scheming son of a bastard whether I liked it or not.

Was it the right thing to do?

Maybe not but did I have any choice?

No.

Was I ready to see him?

Heck no.

Did I really want to go to him?

Y-no!!!!!!

NO!

NO!

Yet, I was made to pack my bags. Arsinoe had decided to drop me off to Thastonia because she was the queen of Wolves and I might be soon the queen of the Lycans or just maybe another woman in his harem.

Who knew?

Him.

I was now at his mercy.

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