HARLOW
I'd thought everything was going well between Devon and I, but it was all in my head. I'd thought becoming his mate was the mark of a new beginning for me, a new life, but it turned out that Devon never desired me as much as I desired him. Reaching for my usual outfit, the sack wear, I stared at it for a while before pushing over my head.
In as much as Devon made me his slave, It was better than going with the men from the council. Devon was my mate, but it changed nothing. Right now, our relationship was nothing more than a slave and her lord. With my hair up in a high ponytail, I stepped out of my room and headed for the Lycan king's study.
Walking across the hallway, soft whispers echoed through the space as a few maids cleaned up about dozens of portraits except one—Devon’s
