Alpha King Dimitrio.
“Don’t even look at me.” Melissa snaps at me once she sees me. I had been standing at the entrance for almost thirty seconds before she realized that I was there. Against the mechanical bulbs, her olive skin is glowing—it looks like sun-kissed deserts. Her once carefully coiffed hair is now a dark cascade, tumbling freely over her shoulders—it is like a silent rebellion against the confines of courtly etiquette.
As I look at her, I smile, looking at her features which are a hallmark of her royal lineage, how could sense that her beauty was of royalty and nothing less.
“I had to—” I say.
“You had to what, your majesty?” She asks, giving me a glance that it heavy with annoyance.
“My heart…annoyance doesn’t suit your face.” I say, smiling.
“Husband, smiling doesn’t
