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“If you get too uncomfortable without him, call out. I will be in the hall all night, but maybe put some of his clothes on. It will help,” he says before bowing and leaving the room.

Once showered, I get out and put on one of Kyson’s shirts. I pick at my food, not tasting it, and my hunger is gone.

All night, I toss and turn, my stomach cramping and pain I can’t explain ravages through me. The pain is almost crippling as it writhes through me.

My mind races; I feel manic and delirious, snapping and snarling, pacing the room as I struggle to sit still. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but everything is telling me to leave, to go and look for him. Burrowed beneath the blankets, I must have started crying again because the door burst open.

My growl is thunderous, and I tear off the bed, about to attack, only stopping when Beta Damian grabs my arms.

“Ivy, it’s me, your Beta.”

It takes me a second to recognize his scent. Damian’s grip on my arms is tight when I sniff the air while blinking away the savage haze. He remains still as I sniff him, my nose crinkling. “See, just me, Ivy. I’m no threat to you,” he whispers, letting me go.

I shake my head and clutch at my chest. Embarrassment washes over me, but it’s nothing compared to the pain I feel. The distress and anguish in my chest hurt the most. It burns like a hot poker is stabbed through it.

“What is wrong with me?” I cry, collapsing on the ground.

“You’re fretting. It’s natural. I will call the King. Maybe speaking to him will help ease the discomfort.” I am not sure of this fretting thing; the notion seems odd. But I have no other way to explain this crippling pain.

I nod.

Beta Damian pulls his phone from his pocket and dials the King. I listen to it ring before he steps closer to the bookshelf. They speak for a bit. I can’t quite hear what is said, but the King sounds angry.

“Kyson, she is right here; I will put her on.”

The King says something back to him. “What do you mean?” Damian asks, confusion etched on his face, and I could have sworn I heard him say he doesn’t want to speak to me.

“Can you at least tell me what is wrong?” he asks cautiously. “But my King, she’s fretting. Could you please maybe just talk to her on the phone until she falls asleep?”

“My King?” Damian looks at his phone; then I see his eyes glaze over.

A few minutes later, Dustin steps into the room slowly and watches me warily. By now, I have calmed down and want to know what happened to Kyson. Is he ok?

ChapterFifty-Nine

IVY

After the strange fiasco this morning, once I step out of the room, the strange fogginess and the territorial behavior diminish, and I’m fine. I walk the castle grounds with Abbie by my side most of the day.

It’s peaceful, yet I feel different. Everything feels more enhanced, even my sight, sense of taste, and touch. It feels more intense and foreign. Even the colors have changed a little. Everything appears different, brighter, yet also the same.

Abbie looks at me strangely when I try to explain it to her. She appears worried as if she’s expecting me to return to the mess I was in last night. I know I must have scared her. It scared me, too. The last couple of days have been bizarre.

I try to remain away from the bedroom all day, only going up there if it’s vital. Dustin doesn’t seem to mind following me around and appears to enjoy the sunset as we head back toward the castle from the rear gardens.

King Kyson still hasn’t returned, and no one has heard from him. Beta Damian has been on edge all day because he can’t get a hold of him or any of the King’s guards. He left to contact the old Alpha to see if he was gone.

As I approach the stairs leading back to the castle, I hear car tires on the gravel and the shouts of men. My heart speeds up as I listen to the doors closing in the distance, and I know he’s back.

“That would be your King, Miss Ivy,” Dustin says, and I feel giddy knowing I am about to see him. I’ve missed him so much; one night away felt like a lifetime.

“Go on. I know you want to see your future husband,” Abbie giggles. I slap her arm, and she returns it with a hug. “I have to go help Clarice with the upcoming celebrations,” Abbie tells me.

“What celebrations?” I ask her. She shrugs and smiles.

“Oh, nothing you need to worry about. Now go see the King. I bet he missed you just as much as you missed him,” she says as we approach the front of the castle.

Abbie goes toward the kitchens, and I move toward the stairs. I race up them, taking them two at a time. Though I become puffed out by the time I reach the top, Dustin chuckles as he walks ahead before taking his usual spot outside our door.

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