The Lycan King's Mistress

Chapter 5: The Queen's Jealousy

The Queen, Devra moved away the second she heard Declan’s voice. The muscle of her face relaxed, like she wasn’t just fuming mad a few seconds ago. I took my time to scanned it, before my gaze shifted at Declan.

“N-nothing, my love. I was just checking up on Eve because she looked… pale.” Devra made up a lie.

The Queen’s tone was soft. So was the expression on her face. She looked flustered, but in a non-malicious way. If I was Declan, I’d definitely believed her. She was too good, and her expression were fatally deceiving. Was she always like this in front of her own husband?

Declan’s eyes moved at me after Devra spoke. He smoothly closed the distance with his steps, and stopped within a few meters. His Lycan smell was reeking… but so was his natural scent.

I lowered down my head to greet him, before I looked up to meet his eyes. “Good Evening, Your Majesty.”

“I apologize for leaving you alone in the carriage, Genevieve. I had an urgent meeting.” Declan formally apologize, with his eyes fixated on me. I had the feeling that I should take a look at the Queen’s face, and when I did, I saw hurt filling her eyes. “Have you eaten? Where is Lilienne? I believed I ordered her to assist you.”

My lips pursed, before I returned my eyes at him. “The Queen ordered Lilienne to clean her room.”

“Devra?” His brows sloped inward as he glanced at her. “You have Janett and Maria. Why would you ask Lilienne? I told you I assigned her to attend to Genevieve’s needs.”

“I-it slipped my mind…” Devra looked down. Still, the pain in her eyes didn’t tone tone. I knew it remained, and even intensified, when I saw her swallow hard. “I’-m sorry, my love.”

I felt a little confuse.

The Queen was afraid of him. The way she was acting different from what she was earlier proved it. Not to mention Declan’s behavior in front of her. If I didn’t know them, I’d think they were married only for an agreement. I couldn’t see love nor any type of affection in Declan’s eyes. While Devra could expressively show her raw emotions, Declan didn’t seem to be aware of it.

“If you need something, you can call the other servants. Leave Lilienne for Genevieve,” Declan said, before turning to me again. “Genevieve, if you’ve finished eating, follow me. We’ll talk inside your room.”

‘Thank God,’ Lexi said. ‘I thought you would really have to sleep in the servants’ room.’

I honestly thought I would, too.

I tilted my body towards the Queen to excused myself, before I walked after Declan. The upset feeling in my chest vanished. But there was something more bothering that replaced it, though it wasn’t about me.

For a second, I was upset at Devra. But looking at her reaction, it was probably because she was jealous. She probably love him too much that knowing about my existence pained her. If I’d be honest, I would do the same, or even worse.

But why was Declan allowing his wife to feel such negative emotions? He was her husband, wasn’t he? If she didn’t approve of it, why would he still push through it? Did he not respect her decision? Was he a toxic husband?

I wondered about Declan and Devra’s relationship in my head as I followed the King. I didn’t even realize I had already managed to walked past corners I wasn’t familiar with. I was too occupied. Before I even knew it, we were infront of the door.

Declan opened it. He went inside, before me.

“This is your room, Genevieve. Next to mine, and Devra.” Declan said before he turned to me. “I’ve bought you stuff you need. Dress, jewelries, shoes, and even beauty products. You may use it however you please.” He informed it.

I looked at Declan. But my attention wasn’t in for what he was saying.

“Is this really okay, Your Majesty?” I could not help but ask. “I don’t think the Queen approved of this.”

“Genevieve, like I said, your only concern is—”

“To be your mistress? Yes. But I cannot do this properly if your wife is not okay with it.”

“What did she do?” Declan’s brows furrowed. “I’ll talk to her about it.”

“Please don’t.”

I drew a deep breath, and looked away. I trudged in towards the bed, and sat on the edge. “Don’t tell her.”

“I can’t have her bothering you, Eve. That wouldn’t help, especially if I want you to get pregnant.”

I winced. I wanted to talk more about it. I wanted to give my words, but I wasn’t in the position to say even a word. I was only a concubine, and this is his territory.

“Don’t tell her I mentioned…” I looked down on my shoes.

Declan was silent for a moment. We shared it for a minute, before I heard him took a deep breath. I looked up to him. His lips were sealed, eyes focused on me. He looked relaxed, but there was an emotion playing in his eyes. Something I’d need to spend another minute to figure out.

I looked away. “You said you wanted to talk, Your Majesty.”

“Declan.” He said in a low tone. “Call me Declan, Genevieve.”

“I don’t want to die.”

Calling him without profanity would surely kill me.

“You won’t. I permit you to,” he said like a reflex. “Call me Declan from now on. You’d be more comfortable that way, right?”

Comfortable? There was no way I’d feel comfortable with him around. But I’d like it more if I could talk to him like he wasn’t the King. For certain reasons, I couldn’t give him my full respect after what happened.

After he traded me for something my pack was desperate to have. It was an insult to my very existence.

“Then, please answer this one question, Declan.”

“What is it?”

“Why would you impregnate me instead of your wife?” It was hard to maintain eye-contact, but I dared to meet his eyes. “Why would you choose me when you have the Queen?”

“She’s not the one I want,” he said.

Not what he want? Why did he marry her, then?

“And I am?” I raised my brows. “I am a wolf, Declan—”

“Yes.” He cut me of. “Yes, you are what I want.”