**Clarissa’s POV**
The sensation of being inside the King's personal space is unsettling. It’s like having mud stuck on your face somewhere you can’t wipe off. I’m constantly reminded of my lowly status as a werewolf who has previously lived the life of an Omega. I'm a nobody who shouldn't be allowed to enter the King's residence. It makes me feel even smaller than I do around the palace.
But hey, I'm now the daughter-in-law of the King! I try to reassure myself. I'm sure it's normal for daughters-in-law to enjoy special privileges like this.
King Teagan is sitting on the royal cushion opposite me. He's dressed in a black sleeping robe, which also serves as a constant reminder of the odd hour we're in. I've managed to narrate everything to him exactly as it happened.
The King wanted to
