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"Who else would keep putting it in your room when you kept returning it?" he says.

I know the thought of him being in here while I slept should have creeped me out, but it didn't, funnily enough. I guess I was getting used to his presence.

"It's called nesting. You are used to my scent. After a while, scents become comforting, familiar; it will get stronger when I…" he pauses.

When he what? What was he going to do to me? Panic fills me, and my heart rate quickens at the possibilities.

"Do you know what nesting is?" he asks. The only thing that comes to mind is a bird nesting its eggs, so his words make no sense. I shake my head.

"They didn't teach you in the orphanage school?"

"We weren't allowed to attend, we had chores, and rogues aren't-" I stop, having spoken too much. The King growls, and my eyes darted to his.

"You should know the basics, at least of Lycan and werewolves, Ivy," the King says. "I will explain later. For now, get some sleep." He moves to the door before he pauses and looks back at me again.

"If my scent fades, just grab another pillow off my bed or help yourself to my shirts, Ivy. You know where everything in my room is."

Huh, what does he mean? Why is he so strange sometimes?

"If it helps you sleep. Or you could always sleep…" he pauses again. Why is he having so much trouble with his words? He never fumbled over his words this much before.

"Never mind, I will see you in the morning," he says quickly, leaving the room. I can vaguely hear him talking to the guard outside through the closed door. I rearrange my bed and place the pillow down. The moment my head hits the pillow, my entire body relaxes as I become cocooned in his scent.

ChapterTwenty-Three

IVY

The sound of banging and crashing wakes me up. As soon as I hear the sound, my body is immediately on high alert. My heart races as I turn my head to peer over at the door. The shadows of movement flicker in from the gap beneath the door. The next thing I hear is running in the corridor. The banging and crashing noises are loud and abrupt, echoing through the hallway and making my heart pound. I can hear the shuffling of feet and the clattering of objects being smashed into the walls. The noise becomes increasingly louder, making me sit up, wondering if we are under attack. Rising to my feet, I rush to the door and peer out through the gap as I open it.

It takes me two seconds to realize the noise is coming from the King's room. Guards rush into his room only to be tossed back out, and my heart races when I see one thrown into the wall next to my door as the King bellows furiously at them.

"Get the fuck out!" he screams, and I flinch when I hear the sound of glass breaking. The guards rush out, and I hear one of them scream and say to get his Beta.

The smashing sounds and growls continue, and my heart rate increases as I'm frantically trying to figure out what's going on and what has angered the king. While one guard rushes off, the rest are standing guard in the hall. The man on the ground shakes himself off, and another grabs his arm hauling him to his feet. Yet as he turns, I see the deep claw marks slashed down his chest, having ripped through his clothes. I gasp at the sight. Did the King do that to him? I glance at the clock, which tells me it’s a little after 2 am.

"What is going on?" Beta Damian asks as he stalks down the corridor in just his boxer shorts. The guards stiffen, and one steps forward.

"The King appears to be drunk, and he's destroying his room," I overhear a guard explain.

The Beta growls and looks up at the ceiling. “I knew it wouldn’t last.” Beta Damian growls again as he runs his hands down his face.

"You know what date we are approaching, and you also know what we found a few hours ago, so why didn’t someone inform me he was drinking heavily?” he snaps. The men look away guiltily.

"Leave all of you. I will deal with it. Dustin, you remain on guard - he is used to your scent in this state."

I wonder which one is Dustin?

"And one of you, get me his servant before you leave." Beta Damian looks at my door, where I stand frozen, watching. I have been caught.

"Ivy, I need your help to clean up," he says, and my hands tremble as I glance at the King's bedroom door. Surely he doesn’t want me to go in there while he is angry.

"Ivy!" Beta Damian snaps, yanking me from my thoughts.

"You'll help me clean up!"

"Yes, sir." I gulp down my fear.

I look down at my clothes before nodding, knowing I have no choice. Turning around to grab my shoes, I spot the blanket that was covering me. Picking it up, I sniff it; it's drenched in the King’s scent. It is the one from his bed. The other one from my bed is missing. Did he replace it with a new one while I was asleep again so that I could have his scent?

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