Rhea's POV

　　Daemon leaned in, closer so that our noses could briefly collide. I can feel his hot breath against my lips, I nervously swallowed the big lump that has managed to form in my throat. 

　　I suddenly felt hot, the atmosphere was not in my favor at all because I could feel the tension in the air. What... What is he up to? I just couldn't tell because I couldn't think straight.

　　Brushing his lips past my cheeks to my ear, "Daemon to you," I felt him say it like it was the right thing to do.

　　Gulping hard, I placed my hand over his chest and suddenly pushed him off me, his gaze met mine again and I can see the coldness in them for our sudden detachment from each other. 

　　"I am sorry, my King, but it is taboo and against the custom to address a king by his first name," clasping my hands together, I lowered my head.

　　I don't know his reasons for doing this but what I don't want is the wrath of a king on me. I haven't survived Kian, so tell me if it is this angry devilish known demon that I can withstand? I just want to live the rest of my life committing it in pack affairs, at least when I am gone to be remembered for one good thing and not as a worthless being that couldn't earn the love of her mate and husband. 

　　Daemon's angry snarl pulled me out of my reverie state, "I am the king and I made those rules," he coldly looked at me. I can detect the seriousness in them, my heart almost melts at his words but I am clearly not here to fall for his charms.

　　"I insist, my king," I paused, "Calling you by your first name is against the law," 

　　"And I, King Daemon, the Alpha of the thorn pack insist that you call me by my name!!" 

　　"But my..."

　　"Don't!" He growled, shutting me up. Gulping hard, I looked up at him, "But...

　　"I said shh... No word from you till you do what I asked of you," 

　　Fuck! 

　　This shouldn't be happening to me, I am here for a reason. I slowly pointed at the flower in front of him. Following the direction of my finger, he let out a deep sigh, "I sent those to you why return them back," 

　　"Why?" I asked the one question that I was dying to know for a while now.

　　"I love sending my woman gifts," 

　　"Woman," I allowed the word to digest in my head. Widening my gaze as what he meant just clicked in, "Excuse me," I gasped.

　　"You heard me, right, Rhea," 

　　"What are you talking about?" My lips moved faster than I would have liked, as I listened to the fast beating of my heart.

　　"Woman," I mumbled, "Yes, my woman," he replied with a serious tone.

　　I doubtfully let out a laugh, "I already have a mate or is it about the alliance? But I believe that you don't go about calling every girl out there that you formed an ally with your woman," I raised a brow at him, ignoring the aching bang in my chest.

　　"This is my first time forming an alliance, Rhea," he pointed out.

　　"That still doesn't mean I am yours," 

　　"Yes but..." 

　　"That's what I am talking about," I chipped in, "My king, I guess that you might be mistaking me for someone else," 

　　I noticed his gaze darkened at my words, "Daemon to you, I can't allow my woman to address me like that," he said suddenly, hurling me a warning stare.

　　I didn't remember Daemon being a psychopath, I thought that I was the one that was tagged as a mentally unstable creature but right now I think that the name will definitely suit Daemon here well because who in his right senses will be laying a claim on a married woman that already has a mate as his.

　　I bit my lips at the sight of his well-defined muscles that were hiding under the white t-shirt that he was wearing. I don't know why I still find every damn thing about this man attractive, despite already having a mate. 

　　However, I forced my eyes from his rippled chest to his face. Daemon fixed me with mixed emotions which made my inside shiver with undeniable desire. I held his stare for a while, the intensity burning me up, causing me to instantly look away.

　　Stop acting like a slut, Rhea, you already have a mate and shouldn't be hovering over another man because that will make you no different from those mistresses. I tried cautioning myself and reminding my heart why I am here.

　　"Sorry, King..." 

　　"Daemon," he snapped, correcting me before I could even finish my statement.

　　"Sorry, King… I mean Da…. Hmmm," I sighed, finding it hard to speak. "Sorry, I don't know what you are talking about because I already have a mate and obviously a married woman," 

　　And just like a flash, Daemon's eye hardened, and I found myself choking deeper into the wall. "Just know that I don't back down easily," my body trembled against him.

　　"I always take what belongs to me no matter how long it takes," he spits in a dangerous and threatening voice.

　　My throat suddenly felt dry, and my gaze widened profusely in shock and confusion. Meeting his deep black eyes, I can feel something in them. His eyes held something deep and intense in them.

　　This is not possible!!