Chapter Twelve – Between Loyalty and Longing
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The rain fell hard against the palace windows, a storm echoing the turmoil inside Evelina’s heart. She sat by the fire, the flickering flames painting her face in gold and shadow.
The Alpha King entered quietly, his presence a storm of its own. For once, his voice was not laced with fury. It was low, rough, almost broken.
“Why do you wound me with your silence?” he asked.
Evelina’s gaze lifted to his, steady and unflinching. “Because silence is the only weapon left to me.”
He crossed the room, kneeling before her—a king brought to the ground, though pride still clung to him. “I do not ask for obedience. I ask for… something I cannot name.”
Her breath caught. His confession was raw, yet she could not give him what he sought. Not yet.
“There are parts of me,” she whispered, “that you cannot command. And those are the parts that make me who I am.”
For a moment, he simply stared at her, torn between desire and fury. Then his hand brushed hers—gentle, hesitant.
“Then let me learn you,” he murmured.
But Evelina knew rebellion still burned, waiting for its moment to rise.
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✨ End of Chapter Twelve
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