Dickson

“Scar needed a luxurious life if I wanted her to stay beside me. She would truly love me if I could make her happy.” The thought consumed me.

I stood up to my feet, about to leave, when someone called for my attention, pulling me back from my swirling thoughts.

“King, we saw you coming in with a woman. Who is she?” Curiosity and something darker—hunger?—laced the question.

“My mate, your queen, and she is off-limits.” My voice carried a warning that silenced the room, the threat in my tone obvious.

With this, I left, their whispers fading behind me like smoke.

I went back into the room where...