It's a better question than when he asked about Steven. "It's where I made my home," I explain, watching as his eyes scan my face, as if searching for something. "I'm used to it and have grown very attached to it. I've always dreamt of living in one of these magical fields where the palace is, but the human world is where I made my home."
The King nods, getting to his feet shortly after, walking towards me as I raise my chin. "Two different world," he mumbles, caging me in as his forehead rests against mine, my heart racing with a million beats per second. "Have you ever thought of being rogue as a symbol of freedom."
I thought of it as a symbol of shame, shame that the future Alpha rejected me and made me rogue. Shame that my mate wanted nothing to do with me and threw me to the outside
