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My world stands still when I enter the corridor and spot the King at the other end. A gasp escapes me, and the same giddy feeling I have had all day whenever I went into his room returns, only a million times more potent. My chest constricts, and my heart swells with love as I stare at him.

Every particle of me wants to race toward him, my soul yearning for him, for my mate. The King is my mate.THE KING IS MY MATE!

I feel my lips tug up as excitement bubbles within me.

Dreams can come true, and I couldn’t ask for a better mate. I loved him before I even knew he was my mate. So this is just the topping on the cake. He is truly mine, and my eyes light up when I realize. Dustin, I notice, smiles at my excitement at seeing him, and I am all but bouncing on my feet.

My feet move before I can contain my excitement, my footsteps loud on the floors. My King, my mate, is standing talking to his Beta. They seem deep in conversation as I get closer.

“Kyson!” I shriek excitedly and rush toward him. I have never been so happy. It explains so much. Did he know? He had to have known, and he kept it to himself. Did he want me to figure it out on my own? I have so many questions. My heart leaps in my chest as I race toward him. My stomach feels like it is filled with butterflies; I’m that excited.

His entire body tenses, his posture straightens, and he steals the air from my lungs when he turns around to face me, and I see his handsome face.

“Mate,” I whisper, trying to contain my joy as I rush toward him when suddenly my entire body seizes mid-stride. It’s like I hit a brick wall. Every part of me locks up painfully; my muscles seize and cramp. Then pain slivers through my veins, and I feel like I’ve been punched in the stomach.

“Halt,” comes one word, one full-blown command. I never would’ve believed it came from Kyson if I hadn’t seen his lips move.

My entire body becomes immobile as his aura rushes over me like the weight of a car crushing me. It feels so heavy I find it difficult to breathe, crushing the air from my lungs. Like a stone tossed in a lake, my stomach sinks painfully, yet the sinking feeling has no end, like a bottomless pit. Only then do I finally take in his expression.

A murderous glare pins me to the spot, his aura making my knees shake. Sweat coats my skin, and my entire body burns. It feels like he has set me alight and is watching me burn. Hotter than the sun, his gaze sears me.

The look he is giving me makes my chest hurt, like a needle piercing it. Something is very wrong. Pain ripples through me as I try to move; only my limbs feel paralyzed.

What did I do? Did I interrupt?I don’t understand. Kyson was all happy and cuddly when he left yesterday.Did I do something wrong?

ChapterSixty

IVY

Kyson growls at me, and the sound makes goosebumps rise all over my body. My hair stands on end as a shiver rushes up my spine. Dustin looks at me in stunned horror before his eyes go to Kyson. His mouth opens and closes like he is trying to figure out what is happening. Damian grips the King’s shoulder. Kyson glances at him, then turns his back on me, walking off toward his room.

Finally, his command drops, which releases me and allows me to breathe and move. However, the way it abruptly dropped has me staggering, and I barely remain upright, having to use my hand to catch myself on the wall. My eyes dart to Dustin, but he is back to doing the seeing-without-seeing thing he does. His eyes are straight ahead, staring blankly at the wall, yet I see him swallow, his hands clenched at his sides. Beta Damian stares after the King in what appears to be shock as I hesitantly approach the King again. If he tells me what I did wrong, I will apologize. Maybe he is upset because he saw the mess I made in his closet. I will clean it.

“Kyson?” I call, and he stops. His entire body tenses again and ripples like he is about to shift. The King spins around to face me. He snarls, baring his teeth at me as they elongate. The look on his face and his intense gaze make me take a step back from him.

“You dare address me so casually,” he growls at me, and I stagger back when he stalks me while pointing his finger at me. My lip quivers as I look at Damian for an answer—some explanation.

“But…. You said I have to call you…” I stutter. But I stop myself from repeating the same mistake. “Sorry, my King,” I whisper.

He takes another step forward before stopping, and I catch the movement of his Beta behind him when he pauses, and his hands clench into fists at his sides. Kyson turns and addresses Beta Damian, and my heart nearly stops at his following words.

“Get her out of my face, put her in the stables. She is no longer welcome in the castle. I don’t want to see it again,” The King snaps, turning toward his bedroom door.

“Kyson?” Damian murmurs.

The King growls furiously. “Remember your place, Beta. I said, put her in the fucking stables.”

“But she’s your mate!” Dustin speaks out abruptly.

“Does my mark lay on her skin?” Kyson growls. Dustin presses his lips in a line. Wait, did they all know all along? Dustin quickly shakes his head.

“Then you have no issue doing as you’re told. Now put the fucking rogue in the stables before I order her to be placed in the fucking dungeons!” Kyson bellows. Beta Damian’s eyes flick to me, then back to the King, who walks away.

“Yes, my King,” Beta Damian answers, his voice stammering as the King pushes his bedroom door open without glancing back at me. My legs move like they have a mind of their own, and I race to the door, gripping the frame.

“Please.” I cry out. Why is he being like this? “Wait, did I do something wrong?” I ask. Tears burn my eyes, and my vision blurs when he slams the door in my face and locks it. I can’t understand what I have done. I stare at the closed door separating me from my mate.

It takes a few seconds before the pain in my chest becomes distinguishable from that of the pain in my hand. Blinking, I look at my hand clutching the frame, wondering why my hand looks funny. I take a few seconds to notice that the now-sealed door is crushing it. The moment I lay eyes on my hand, pain flies up my arm, and I jerk my hand and nearly choke on my sob when it doesn’t budge.

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