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Chapter 205
~Alpha King Kaid’s POV~
The door to my chamber creaked open as I stepped out, my mind filled with thoughts and emotions. Two guards stood at attention outside, their backs stiffening and spines straightening the mont I erged.
Without a word, I strode past them, the rhythmic sound of my boots echoing through the quiet corridor. My guards fell into step behind , their presence a silent but steady reminder of my station.
The walk to the throne room was brief, but the air around was filled with tension. My wolf, restless and unyielding, clawed at the edge of my mind. Every step seed heavier as if the weight of my thoughts was dragging down.
When I reached the throne room, the ornate doors swung open before , revealing the expanse of the grand chamber. Ministers and advisors lined the hall, murmuring amongst themselves.
At the far end, my throne lood, an imposing seat of power carved from obsidian and etched with ancient symbols.
Sigh...
All of these to keep my thoughts away but no.
I ascended the steps and sank into the throne, its cold surface grounding montarily. My guards flanked either side of the dais.
One by one, my advisors began presenting the matters of the day—border disputes, resource allocations, and inter-pack negotiations. Their voices droned on, but my mind drifted elsewhere.
Zara.
Her na echoed in my thoughts, a whisper that refused to fade. Every ti I tried to focus, her face surfaced, her laughter, her defiance, her warmth.
The mory of Snow by her side sent a wave of anger through , and before I realized it, my fist slamd against the armrest of my throne, the sound reverberating through the chamber.
The ministers froze mid-sentence, their eyes wide with alarm.
"Your Majesty?" one of them ventured cautiously. "Is sothing the matter?"
I took a deep breath, reining in my wolf’s irritation. "Nothing of concern," I said curtly, my tone brooking no further questions. "Continue."
The room hesitated but the ministers resud their discussions, though their words sounded more subdued.
I leaned back on the throne, my jaw clenched as I tried to focus. But it was useless.
In the end, I dismissed them all and relaxed on my throne. Knowing , they all fled quickly before my anger was geared towards them.
Suddenly, the soft swish of silk drew my attention. A figure entered the room, her presence imdiately commanding notice.
"Cousin Kaid," she purred. Her smooth voice was laced with amusent.
I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. Delia.
She sauntered toward , her crimson gown clinging to her every curve. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders, and her lips curled in a seductive smile.
"Your tension is noticeable," she remarked, stopping just short of the dais. "What’s troubling you, dear cousin?"
"Delia," I said, my tone flat. "This isn’t the ti."
She ignored my dismissal, keeping her sharp gaze on . "You’ve been brooding since the ball, haven’t you?" She circled the throne, her fingers trailing along the edge of the armrest. "Sothing happened there. Sothing... intriguing."
I turned my head, fixing her with a cold glare. "I suggest you tread carefully."
Delia only smiled, unperturbed by my warning. She leaned in closer, her perfu—a mix of jasmine and sothing darker—filling the air.
"You forget, Kaid," she murmured in her playful tone. "I know you better than most. Whatever it is that’s eating at you, it’s written all over your face."
"Leave it alone, Delia," I growled, my patience wearing thin.
She tilted her head, her expression feigning innocence. "Very well. But you should know..." She trailed off, her lips quirking into a sly smile. "Whatever it is, you can’t hide it forever. Not from ."
Before I could respond, the doors to the throne room opened again.
Richard strode in. He glanced between Delia and , his sharp eyes narrowing slightly.
"Delia," he said in a clipped tone. "I didn’t realize this was your domain now."
She straightened, her smile faltering for a fraction of a second. "Richard," she greeted, her tone smooth but lacking its usual edge. "Always a pleasure."
"Enough," I said firmly. "Delia, leave us."
She hesitated, her eyes lingering on as if daring to call her bluff. But eventually, she relented, her gown swishing as she turned and walked away.
Once the doors closed behind her, Richard stepped closer, his expression grim.
"She’s still playing gas, I see," he remarked.
"She always does," I replied, leaning forward and rubbing my temples.
Richard studied for a mont before speaking. "What happened, Kaid? I saw the ministers fleeing like all hell had broken loose."
"Shouldn’t they?"
Richard arched a brow but I ignored him and leaned my head against my knuckles, keeping my elbow grounded against my armrest.
"What is the matter? Want to lecture ?"
Richard sighed and ca to stand close to . "You know I always worry about you. You cannot allow just one girl to disturb your ntal health so much. Look at you neglecting your kingdom duties."
I rolled my eyes at him and he frowned.
"Kaid, you know what you need?" My interest was piqued. No matter how boring or annoying he wanted to be, he always knew how to get my attention.
When it ca to redying my mood, I trusted Richard to do a good job,
"Our about we go shopping?"
"I should have your head for such a suggestion," I growled.
Richard lifted his hands in mock surrender. "Hey before you do that, hear out. We are going shopping," my eyes narrowed further, "but not for ourselves. For your umm Zara."
My ears perked up at the ntion of her na. I straightened in my seat and gave my full focus to him. "Explain."
"Girls like gifts. Perhaps getting her so nice things can be a start."
I was thoughtful for a mont and just when I thought I was accepting the idea, sothing downplayed my mood.
"Snow Zephyr."
"What about him?" Richard asked and I sighed.
"What if he throws away the gifts, what do I do and how do I get Zara?"
"I think that’s the least of your problems, Kaid. What about Zara?"
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