I had barely finished half of my dinner when I suddenly lost my appetite to finish it. No matter how hard I tried to swallow each piece of meat I put in my mouth, I just couldn't do it. Instead of forcing myself, I quietly pushed my plate away and picked up the glass of cold water in front of me.
I quickly drank it all, only to suffer a terrible brain freeze in return.
I also tried to avoid looking at Marcus and the woman beside him—whom I still didn't know, not even her name. It remained a mystery to me what her relationship was with the king of the wolves.
I exhaled sharply, silently hoping that doing so would somehow ease the heaviness in my chest.
Why did the sight of King Marcus and that woman earlier affect me so much?
No matter how hard I tried to shake the thought away, the image of their lips touching was permanently etched in my mind. Worse, I saw how Marcus responded to the kiss, as if it was something natural to them—something they were used to.
