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“She wouldn’t come. There is no food in that place. It’s a shithole.”

“She has to come willingly. You can’t take her.”

“It’s fucking bullshit. I should command her,” I tell him, and I should and take whatever punishment Kyson delivers. She would have no choice, I am Lycan she would do as I commanded.

“You do, and she will always question whether she made the right choice,” Damian tries to reason. I growl, and eventually, he hangs up when I come to the town. I nearly drive through before I curse and pull into the grocery store. I fill a trolley with different foods before driving back, unable to get the thought of her eating bird eggs and whatever she could find in the forest out of my head.

Returning to her place, I swiftly unload the groceries, careful not to make any noise that might disturb her slumber. Through the cracked window, I catch a glimpse of her sleeping on the fold-out bed. I knock gently on the door before hurrying away, unable to trust myself not to break the rules and forcibly drag her away. As I drive off, my mind consumed with thoughts of her, I catch a fleeting glance of her through the rearview mirror. Her gaze lingers on the groceries before shifting back to my retreating vehicle.

I know I’ll face severe consequences for going back and being late, but I can’t bear the thought of her going hungry. Damian will lose his mind when he finds out, but perhaps Kyson will understand the importance of ensuring Ivy’s safety? If she knew about Abbie’s living conditions and Kade’s deceit, she would surely be outraged. I’ll find a way to tell her, even if it means facing the king’s wrath.

Chapter Five

Strangely, despite spending so much time sleeping, I feel even more fatigued than usual. The exhaustion weighs heavily on me, making it a grueling task to keep my eyes open as I hastily throw on whatever clothes my hands can find. Unconcerned with my appearance, I glance at myself in the mirror, only to be met with a disheveled mess of hair resembling a haystack.

Who would have thought that shifting would be so draining? I can only hope this level of exhaustion isn’t a constant issue every time I shift. Grabbing Kyson’s phone, I attempt to call Abbie, but there is no answer.

Where is she? She told me she’d call me all the time.

Frustrated, I hurl the phone onto the bed and hastily gather my hair into a messy bun, determined to find Kyson to see if he can get a hold of Kade to get Abbie to answer. It feels like there’s a big hole in my life without her here. Stepping out of the room, my eyes land on Dustin waiting by the door.

“Morning,” I greet him, though Dustin can’t help but chuckle.

“You mean afternoon, My Queen,” he replies teasingly. I blink at him, it’s afternoon already?

“How long was I asleep?”

“Only a few hours. I heard you earlier with...” Dustin’s voice trails off, and he clears his throat, his entire demeanor suddenly changing as he side-eyes me awkwardly. It doesn’t take long for my brain to register why he has grown uncomfortable.

“Wait, you were outside the entire...” I turn to look back at the door, my eyes widening in horror, just imagining the things he heard last night.

“I heard nothing, My Queen,” Dustin quickly states.

“Well, clearly you heard something,” I retort, noticing the blush creeping onto his cheeks. The embarrassment is palpable, engulfing both of us. Clearing my throat, I shift my gaze toward the end of the corridor. “Have you seen the king?” I ask, changing the subject.

“He is in his office, My Queen.”

“Ah, enough with the formalities. I hate being called queen, But silly especially after what you overheard, don’t you think?”

Dustin chuckles. “I heard nothing,” he insists, lips curling up in the corners as he keeps his gaze fixed ahead, desperately trying to suppress his laughter. Shaking my head with a click of my tongue, I gesture toward the end of the long hallway.

“Come on, then, let’s find my King,” I huff before striding off. Dustin hurriedly follows, then races ahead, opening doors along the way, which irks me. It becomes a silent competition to reach each door first, a reminder of how everyone is constantly doing things for me. Finally outpacing him, I swing open the next door, only to collide with Kyson’s chest.

The impact expels the air from my lungs, leaving me stumbling backward. Dustin swiftly grabs hold of my arm to steady me as I clutch my head, feeling the dizziness overwhelm me. Eventually releasing his grip, Dustin discreetly places his hand behind his back and stands taller.

“And where are you rushing off to?” Kyson asks, amusementevident in his voice as he surveys me. I rub my forehead where I had collided with my mate like a bulldozer.

“We were looking for you,” I groan.

“Well, you found me,” Kyson snorts, though I can’t resist slapping his chest without considering how much stronger and quicker I have become since shifting. The force causes pain to shoot through my hand and makes the king grunt, but I don’t even move him. Kyson shakes his head, draping his arm over my shoulder and pulling me closer as we retrace our steps toward the stairs leading back to our quarters. As we cross the foyer, we spot Clarice coming down the steps.

“Ah, there you are, My Queen. I left your afternoon tea upstairs on the table for you,” she informs me.

“Thank you, Clarice,” I acknowledge, preparing to climb the steps when Beta Damian’s voice rings out from down the corridor, causing us to pause. Kyson leans down, pressing his lips to my head, and I purse my lips in response.

“I’ll be up soon,” Kyson murmurs before striding off toward his Beta.

“What’s happening?” I question Dustin, my gaze fixated on Kyson’s retreating figure. Dustin remains silent, prompting me to glance in his direction.

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