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“We will work it out. She’ll forgive you,” Damian says, and I shake my head.

“I blamed her!” I roar, punching the desk. The wood creaks and groans, splitting down the middle whilst I try to rein control over myself.

“She’ll forgive you, Kyson. You aren’t the only one to blame. We all should have figured it out,” Damian says and Dustin nods, putting his head down.

“She is a Lycan. I could have killed her by tossing her aside, Damian. She could have fucking died! Lycan bonds are sacred, that explains why she never shifted. It explains so much and I could have killed her. Lycan’s need their bonds!” I yell at him.

“You didn’t know! You just need to get her to mark you, and it will be fine. Ivy being a Lycan, can go into heat any day now, Kyson, and she will mark you, which will reforge the bond completely. She won’t be able to help herself. You said it yourself, that the bond wasn’t completely severed for you, so it couldn’t have been for her either, you never outright rejected her, luckily! Only werewolves can reject their mates, us doing so can kill us or turn us savage! You can still fix this, My King. Once she marks you there is no way for her to break the bond, not without hurting herself, anyway,” Damian says, trying to reason.

“Your words are making it worse, Damian. She would have been in agony. No wonder she fretted the way she did,” I say, dropping into my chair and placing my head in my hands.

“You can’t take back what you did, but you can make it up to her, Kyson,” he replies, but I don’t see how that would be possible.

“She barely lets me touch her!” I snap at him.

“She is acting on instinct mostly these last couple of days. It is only a matter of time before she shifts,” Damian says, and I sigh before peering up at him and shaking my head.

“If she doesn’t mark me beforehand, her shift will be excruciating since I put the stress on our bond. She would already be weakened,” I scoff, shaking my head at how badly I fucked everything up. Damian and Dustin say nothing, knowing I am right. What could they say other than I fucked up? Now I just have to hope she will forgive me for it. They tried to warn me. Everyone tried to warn me.

We are in the middle of packing everything up when a sudden realization strikes me as I glance at Dustin. “Wait, you should be with Ivy. She wanted to leave the room earlier,” I tell him, and his head snaps up.

“You could have told me, shit, she is probably wondering why I am not around,” Dustin says, getting to go in search of her. I shake my head.

“It’s fine; I can feel she is fine. She must still be in the room,” I breathe.

“I suppose I should go see if I can find this birthmark before I tell her, that is if she lets me touch her,” I huff before walking out of my office to go in search of her.

Chapter Forty-Four

Anxiety fills me as I approach our room, wondering if she managed to sneak out without a guard. However, I am surprised to walk in and find her sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace. One of my books is open on the floor beside her and the tablet is in her hand. Her tongue is poking out the side adorably as she presses her fingers to the touch screen before holding the tablet up to listen to the words.

Once she is done, she sets the tablet down to do the following sentence. I stop behind her, and she doesn’t look up until my shadow blocks out the heat from the fireplace. Only then do I realize she is shivering, and goosebumps cover her skin. I bend down and pick up my book, and she sighs. “I was going to put it back,” she says, her teeth chattering.Pride and Prejudice. I hand it back to her, and she takes it.

“You can touch whatever you like, Az.” I pause, almost calling her Azalea. “Whatever you want, just ask, Ivy. What’s mine is yours,” I tell her, and she nods, taking the book from me and finding her page.

“I thought you wanted to go for a walk?” I askher, sitting behind her and propping my arm on my knee. I lean back against the armchair, trying to figure out how to ask her if I can not only look between her legs but also tell her she isn’t the daughter of a monster. Before she can answer, though, Clarice opens the door, bringing in our dinner.

“What chapter did you get to, My Queen?” Clarice asks her, bringing her tray over and setting it on the coffee table.

“Only page eight,” Ivy says with a frown.

“You’ll be able to read by yourself in no time,” Clarice nods.

I do notice that Ivy doesn’t bat an eyelash at Clarice using her title. It’s as if she has come to accept it. Ivy thanks her, and I see how she subtly sniffs the air before frowning when she realizes the meat is what I consider to be burned or ruined. I swap our plates, handing her mine.

“Can you ask the kitchen staff to prepare Ivy’s meals the same way as mine from now on?” I ask Clarice.

“From now on, My King,” she says, her eyes flicking to Ivy, who is typing away again.

“Yes, Clarice,” I tell her, and she glances between the both of us.

“And you’re sure, My King?” Clarice asks, and I sigh. News clearly travels fast. I haven’t been here five minutes, and the entire castle is now aware.Would it kill my guard to have a little discretion?I think, annoyed, realizing I have no choice but to tell her tonight.

“Positive,” I nod at her.

“Very well, My King. Enjoy your book, Ivy,” Clarice tells her, but Ivy isn’t even paying attention, too busy typing into the device. Clarice smiles before leaving. I eat, watching Ivy let her food get cold before taking the tablet from her.

“Eat first. Your food is going cold,” I tell her, and she growls. Ivy folds the corner of the page and shuts the book. I internally cringe. My biggest pet peeve is folded book pages, and it’s a first edition, making it even more cringe-worthy. I remain quiet, knowing if I say anything, she won’t understand. It’ll take some time before she realizes the importance of firsteditions.

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