Raven’s POV
Raven. Alpha Ansel seeks your presence.”
“No.”
After two hours,
“Raven, Alpha Ansel requests you have lunch with him.”
“No.”
After four hours,
“His Majesty demands your presence, or he said he would come and drag you himself,” the maid said, her cheek stained with pink like she’d been blushing for hours.
“Argh! Get out!” I shouted, my voice ripping through the room.
The door shut quickly, the sound echoing against the high ceilings. After my last outburst, my room was changed. Again.
It was bigger. More luxurious and more suffocating.
I didn’t know the reason for the sudden change in them, but it was both unnerving and annoying.
I paced like a caged animal, my fingers brushing against the silk drapes, the carved gold headboard, and the velvet cushions stacked neatl
