King of the Cursed

(Drunk Annabelle)

Alpha Dargan POV.

“Anabelle?” I got into the bedroom and there was no sign of her, not even her scent. The sun has been missing in the sky and the whistling sounds of the night birds chirped across the air. My gaze travelled to every corner of the room in search of her sliding under the table.

Silly.

It's been fifty minutes and there was no sign of her. Ezra left without my knowledge. Did she do the same thing as he?

“No,”

Anabelle is a royal and royals keep their words which are their bonds. She wouldn't take everything I put her through...