Shyla’s P.O.V. "

Seventy-two tests?”

Were they fucking out of their minds? How come a woman was forced to go through some sort of examination to be a fuck machine?

Before I could voice the questions roaming in my mind with a series of dirty curses, two colorful male guards yanked me up. I almost tripped and hardly balanced myself, that beauty queen’s taunt slithered into my ears,

“This feeble soul is unable to stand properly, how is she going to serve our mighty King?”

Balling my fingers into fists, I scurried away from the guards to safety. A volcano rumbled inside me, bursting with full force to fill my...