Rhea's POV

　　Pain raced through my chest gripping my heart, how can he be a cold-blooded man? Wanting us to act like couples because of his selfish interest but I couldn't do anything, what can I even do? This is also for the pack's benefit.

　　"Did I make myself clear?" His face clouded over, and I already noticed that he is visibly upset due to the color changes in his eyes.

　　I gave him a rueful smile, "Yes, I have heard," I said with a smile on my face, but my heart was bleeding inside.

　　"Good," he smirked deadly, his face darkening a bit before he distanced himself from me and stepped back.

　　"I think it is time we go, dear wife," smiling sheepishly, he stretches out his right hand for me to hold onto. Swallowing the lump past my throat, I nervously grabbed hold of his hand. Smiling down at me, we walked out of the room to the dining ground.

　　Reaching the door, Kian stopped and stared at me, "Put on a smile on that ugly face of yours," he spits in a disgruntled form. I nodded, trying my best to control the growing rage inside of me. I needed to have it at the back of my head that I am doing this for the benefit of the pack.

　　The entire crowd grew quiet at our entrance, all eyes were on us. Swirling my head, my eyes pinned on Fiona, and I didn't make any attempt to hide my contempt for her. What she did flash through my mind, causing my burning hatred for her to grow more deeper.

　　She is staring at me... Smiling? Huh, interesting though I won't deny the fact that she looks beautiful even with no makeup on and just dressed casually. Using my eyes I take in her features, her long straight black hair glows and falls around her heart-shaped face. Her green eyes glinted with enthusiasm as they landed on me, her plump pink lips were pulled in an evil smile.

　　The silence in the room stretches as the tension becomes heavier and that's caught my attention. This is strange, hearing the clicking of shoes against the cold marble makes me realize that the king has just arrived. His aura was dangerously looming around the room.

　　I gulped down my spit as Kian stepped aside for the powerful Lycan King to walk in. His pose depicts arrogance and his aura demands submission.

　　We all bowed our heads with our necks bare out in submission. Strangely, I can feel my palms becoming sweaty and my forehead too. My stomach clenches and I feel like throwing up.

　　Noticing my sweating palms and sudden change in demeanor, Kian spares me a dangerous glare, causing me to instantly swallow in difficulty as I try to compose myself.

　　Stopping in front of us, Kian's lips stretched out in a smile but Daemon had an expressionless mask on as his gaze settled on our intertwined hands. It was hard to read his mind and before we knew it a threatening growl flew out from his lips, causing everyone to flinch back in fear.

　　Kian suddenly backed away, drawing distance between them though our hands were still intertwined. Daemon has his eye resting on those hands of ours, his expression looks conflicted. And then I noticed Daemon's beta stepped forward and whispered something to his ear.

　　But when his eyes moved to mine, I flinched at how cold they seemed, especially when they kept flickering at my intertwined hands with Kian. I don't know if to pull my hands from Kian's own or to be scared.

　　His beta turned to look at us with the same stoic form as Daemon confusing me, and I wonder what is actually going through their minds. Why the face though?

　　My body suddenly feels overly excited about seeing him which is odd to me, feeling attracted to another male when my husband is standing right beside me... When did I become a slut?

　　Either way, I decided to stand firm and not show any sign of fear. I have done nothing wrong neither has Kian, so I am not supposed to be afraid and he should stop giving us those dreadful looks.

　　"W... Welcome, our Majesty," Kian stuttered with a nervous smile, firmly squeezing his palms. I tried to assure him that I am here with him despite my fraying nerves and my unusual attraction to the Greek god in front of me.

　　"Please have a seat, you two," I motioned to the chair specifically designed for them with a delightful smile on my face.

　　I did not say anything further but just stepped aside for him to go and sit. He doesn't, but instead, his eyes darkened before striding toward me with his gaze fixed on my neck.

　　Encased in white and plain blue faded jeans, he looked stunning. His shoes stop right in front of my heels, almost touching. Kian's eyes widened in shock and the same as mine but in a more exciting mood.

　　His eyes bore into my neck, I nervously tried to back away when his hand slowly found its way around my neck.

　　The crowds gasped, and with an open mouth, Kian stared at him and then back at me.

　　Under Kian's dangerous glare, I tried to back away when suddenly I felt his fingers trail around the bruises on my neck. At the sudden contact, I felt a zap of electricity shoot from that spot through my whole body, and I noticed my toes curl into my heels.

　　My legs felt heavy as I looked up to stare at him, there were surprised gasps among the throngs.

　　Kian stared at Daemon's hands on me, "My king..."

　　But before he could finally complete his words, a dangerous growl left Daemon's lips, "Who did this to you?!"