Chapter 79:
A feeling of embarrassment settled in the pit of my stomach as Alex’s eyes lingered over me.
Great!
Now she would know what happened in his room.
But that was the least of my worries.
The most important thing was that she didn’t catch me with my secret bottle.
“Thank goodness I found you here. I got a call from the King to show you to your room,” she announced, leading the way as I followed behind.
Satisfaction filled me when Alex didn’t bother me with questions about the King. I guess she wasn’t the nosy type.
Pushing the door open, I couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty that stared back at me.
The room’s interior screamed luxury, making me doubt if I was still the King’s slave.
From what I understood, slaves weren’t gifted much. In some cases, they were rarely even given a room.
But I could swear my new room was more beautiful than the one in my parent’s pack.
I didn’t know whether I should be thankful or still angry at the King.
From the look of things, the only thing I needed were clothes.
“Your clothes will be brought here, along with everything you need. Make yourself comfortable. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to let me know. I’ll be in the kitchen preparing dinner.” With those words, she shut the door, leaving me to face my fate.
I hurriedly took out the bottle I had hidden so carefully in my body, placing it on the table as thoughts clouded my mind once again. A feeling of resentment shot up my spine as the King’s world consumed me.
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If running away wasn’t an option… could death be? Alex’s words confirmed the doubt in my mind as my gaze landed on the bottle that contained wolfsbane.
Fearful of the possible consequences, I had sneaked a bottle of wolfsbane into my parent’s pack when no one was watching, hiding it beneath my dress. Maybe now was the right time to use it.
But it saddened me that I would have to tarnish such a beautiful room with my death.
I was left with no choice.
The clock ticked, and soon, it would be eight.
My life would be over.
I was sorry if my rash decision would hurt my parents, but I had to take matters into my own hands.
I had to protect myself before I became another casualty of the horny King who only cared about my body.
For twenty years of my existence, I had kept my body for my mate. Despite facing hardships, I swore I wouldn’t trade my virginity for anyone who wasn’t destined for me by the Moon goddess.
I imagined how it would be one of the sweetest memories when I’d be tangled in my mate’s arms on a soft bed, showered with kisses. But the reverse was true.
