3rd person POV:
After dinner, the king took a walk through the gardens to quell the anger that built inside him.
He wasn't angry at Birdie, not exactly. But how on earth had she been able to resist his alpha command each and every time he tried it on her? At first, he had believed it was a one time thing. A fluke. But again and again she would look at him with those damn hypnotic eyes of hers and lie to him.
Over and over again. Lie after lie. Why was she lying? What was she trying so damn hard to protect? First it was her origins. And then it was her mate.
His anger wasn't that she was mated. It was her contact refusal to tell him the truth.
He paused in front of the giant oak tree that graced the centre of the royal gardens. It had stood for hundreds of years, and had witnessed ma
