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The King growls angrily and his eyes flicker.

"Children are off-limits! I hate how they treat the rogues," he snarls, making me jump slightly at his tone, though his words confuse me; wasn't he the one that made the laws?

ChapterTwenty-Seven

IVY

"I am not angry at you, Ivy,” he clarifies.

"If you hate the way they treat rogues, why do you let them?" I realize instantly the mistake I had made. I just questioned the King's ability to rule fairly, insinuating he is unfit. His eyes lift to mine instantly, and I gasp.

"I… I didn't mean... You are a good King," I blurt out in a panic. His features don’t change, though I am shocked by his response.

"I am working on it. Adults know their crimes and are responsible for them. We stopped the killing of rogue children, and most packs agreed to take them in or cast them out once they were of age. Some, however, did not agree with the laws, and then some packs started systematically killing them again. Eventually, that also stopped, but rogue children have started showing up dead again recently; that is why I came to your pack that day. We were investigating your Alpha."

"You want to help the rogues?" I ask, incredulous.

"Yes, they are still part of my rule. Just because some are problematic doesn't mean all are, Ivy. I never agreed with them killing rogue children. Children are salvageable, innocent. And I tried to prevent it. But I will try harder," he says.

"Why my Alpha, though?" I question.

"Because his pack is the only pack that still kills rogues when they come of age. Also, I found it odd that only two girls were listed in the orphanage as rogues."

I nod. "Yes, we had a few come and go, but once the new Alpha took over, no one lived. He killed them all," I reply.

"All of them?" he asked.

"Yes. Eventually, we were the only ones left. I overheard Mrs. Daley speaking of the rogue attacks – that she expected new children to come – but they never did," I answer him. His brows crease together, and he nods.

"I will have to go back there then."

"So, you don't have a fetish?"

"No, more like an obsession. But only with one rogue," he says, cutting me off. I blink down at him before realizing where my hands have fallen.

"Sorry," I mutter, moving them off his muscular abs. The King places them back.

"I like it when you touch me, Ivy, so don't be afraid to," he whispers, making my eyes dart to his.

He moves my hands over his abs, pecs, and chest to his shoulders, forcing me closer to him. My palms tingle violently, and I pull my hand back, looking at it.

My brows pinch, wondering why it tingles the way it does. Turning my face back to him, I find I am half lying on him, and his face is barely an inch from mine. His scent is overwhelmingly strong, so close to his neck, and I inhale and before I can stop myself, I press my face to the side of his neck. I only realize what I have done when his fingers run through my hair, and I jump.

"What do your instincts tell you to do, Ivy?" the King asks.

But I can’t answer that; my instincts are all over the place. I want to touch him, caress him, smell him, lick him. My mind falters at the last one. I shouldn't want to lick him. What a weird thing to have the urge to do!

"What if I told you my instincts are the same as yours; you're just better at suppressing them right now?" he whispers, and I turn my face to look at him.

"Pardon, my King?” I ask.

"What if I want to touch you, smell you, have you close, share my bed with you, Ivy?"

"Sir?" I ask and try to pull away, but he grips my neck and pulls me back close, forcing me to lean against his chest.

"What if I wanted you to do the same? What if I wanted to kiss you?" he asks, his fingers massaging the back of my neck. His eyes flicker black, and he smiles as he moves his face closer.

Did he want to kiss me?

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