King Ezaih

Episode 7 :

Asher didn't anticipate that Ezaih would unexpectedly show up.

The werewolves enclosing Scarlett withdrew in apprehension about him.

In any case, clearly, they actually had their focus on the awesome end goal.

Their gazes were as yet stuck to Scarlett body.

Scarlett subliminally folded her arms over her chest in disgrace.

She chomped her lip and felt a sense of foreboding deep in her soul.

She was attempting to quiet down somewhere inside. She had proactively gone through harder and additional embarrassing circumstances. She could without a doubt endure this one.

Unexpectedly, she felt a shadow cast over her and that natural nice scent filled her nose.

With tears in her eyes, she looked up to see Ezaih standing before her...

She didn't have the foggiest idea why he was here, yet she was thankful for his presence in any case.

"My Lord, what are you doing here?"

Asher moved forward, putting on a complimenting smile on his face.

He had totally exchanged his disposition.

Scarlett used to think he was only some manikin, however some piece of her really felt sorry for him at this time, for he was truly despicable.

"I'm here to reclaim the lady to my room."

Ezaih stated, making sure his tyrannical quality was felt by everybody.

Scarlett then loaded up with disquiet once more. She had no clue about what Ezaih implied.

Asher scoured his palms together and giggled anxiously.

"Ok, yes. Is it safe to say that you are happy with my gift up to this point, my Lord?"

Scarlett truly wanted to choke Asher to death at this moment.

She gazed at Ezaih wide back that was looked towards her.

"Indeed." Ezaih answered casually.

There was a lack of concern in his tone. He didn't appear to view Asher in a serious way by any means.

"That is the reason I'm taking her back."

Scarlett took a gander at Ezaih in shock, however his face was totally quiet.

Asher grinned clumsily.

"Take her back? What do you mean, My Lord? Is it true that you are maybe joking?"

"I don't mess around," said Ezaih

"How could you? She's simply some slave, the most minimal werewolf in our pack."

Scarlett could see that Asher was starting to get restless.

"I could get you other nice and strong she wolf in the pack, cleaner and more blameless than her!"

"Could it be said that you are disobeying me?"

In spite of the fact that Ezaih voice actually wasn't raised, there was an unobtrusive dangerous tone to it which left Asher speechless.

Seeing that he was confused, Ezaih went to Scarlett and reached out his hand.

"Get up. Accompany me," he told her.

Scarlett was in shock, yet she likewise know that taking his hand right currently would save her life.

Nodding her head, she stood up and grasped his hand.

Subsequent to pulling her up, he hauled her away.

Scarlett had no real option except to follow him. She somewhat raised her eyes to gaze toward him. At the point when he figured out that she was his mate, he promptly believe she should leave.

Yet, presently, he was taking her back.

"What the heck did this man need from me? Did he want to have s*x with me as well?" Scarlett thought as her heart was loaded up with harshness.

It appeared to be that he was very much like Asher all things considered.

In any case, she got it was smarter to go with this man than to remain and get embarrassed in broad daylight by Asher and his men.

"My Lord! You ought to know that she isn't just a slave, however she is likewise the daughter of our pack's greatest enemy. Her mother was responsible for the fire that killed my parent."

Asher called out, as though he was attempting every single means to prevent Ezaih from taking Scarlett away.

Scarlett became furious.

Maybe the imperial family could save a standard slave's life, yet they could never imagine taking a miscreant.

Adequately sure, Ezaih halted when he heard this.

He gradually turned his head to check Scarlett out.

Scarlett examined his eyes, but they resembled an infinite well. She was unable to read them in any way.