Shyla’s P.O.V.

“Are you feeling alright, Shyla?”

Our car came to a grating stop as Beta James pulled a handbrake in front of the Castle and turned,

“Do you need to see a doctor?”

His caring attention received a burning glare from King Maddox, but he was unfazed, only concerned about my well-being. I hardly gulped a lump in my throat and spoke carefully.

“Thanks, Beta James. I am feeling well.”

King Maddox acted like a good mate and kissed my forehead.

“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me, Kitten.”

He hadn’t confiscated my cell phone, so this permission sounded like a great favor, I thanked him as...