Rhea's POV

　　I froze at that moment. 

　　But before I could react a loud growl silenced the air, confusing me.

　　I pulled my head to where the loud growl erupted from, Kian...

　　Why the sudden affection from him? Kian has never acted like this before, first at the entrance of the door and now this!

　　The booming music has long stopped and every attention was on the three of us. Kian looked outraged. My gaze darted back to Daemon but his attention was fixed on Kian, showing no emotions.

　　"How dare you growl at your king?!" 

　　"Have you lost it?" Daemon snapped, barely in a low tone. Not caring to mask his emotions, he seems infuriated and ready to smash ahead.

　　I watch Kian's face hardened, unsmiling, I sense the way his body is trembling with raw hatred. For some odd reason, he had his gaze fixed on Daemon. Not ready to look away.

　　What is this madness? Has he forgotten that Daemon is the king? There are so many eyes on him for goodness sake, why growling at him because the last time I checked I was nothing in front of him? So why act all possessive? 

　　"Apologize for your transgression and lack of respect for the king," Sam voices out.

　　And this seems to have triggered Kian's pride, I noticed his face mirrored in anger before casting a murderous glare at me. For some moment, the auditorium suddenly went quiet. So sad it is not like he has any choice; Daemon is a Lycan and a powerful king and besides we need their support politically. 

　　He can't possibly ruin our chances of collaborating with powerful packs, losing Thorn's pack means losing the other three packs, and being insatiable greed for power, Kian couldn't dare to misbehave. 

　　After a few minutes of contemplating and battling within himself, he cleared his throat and bowed his head

　　"I'm sorry," bending his head, Kian apologized instantly though his eyes lowered distastefully in disgust at me still curled up in the arms of another man. 

　　And just like a flash, I suddenly realized that I was still in the arms of Daemon. I suddenly steadied myself, retaining my balance. I tried to pull out from his hold but he tightened his grip, not ready to let go. 

　　There was an awkward silence in the room, their questioning gaze was now on us. This is definitely not a good name for me or the pack. 

　　What is Daemon doing? I just hope that he is not going to go on with his usual psycho-possessiveness right now. I can feel the warmth from the close contact but now is not the right moment for that... I am a married woman with a title. 

　　Kian might be an ass but what about my pack members? How will they see me? From the corner of my eyes, I noticed how Sam was looking at Daemon_ I guess maybe pleading to let go. His gaze was hazel and I knew that he was mind-linking with him.

　　I wanted to meet him but definitely not like this though being carried by his arms seems nostalgic and romantic. But however, my pack dignity matters, and with that thought I shoved any erotic feelings out of my head that very moment. I steadied my shoe, regaining my balance. I suddenly pulled away from him. 

　　"Thank you," I sent a thankful smile to Daemon, whose flawless deep black eyes regarded me. There was something in those eyes, something that called out for me but yet I couldn't decrypt and for some odd reason, my heart aches. 

　　"I am..."

　　"Thank you for catching my wife from falling," I was suddenly interrupted by Kian before I could even complete my words.

　　Kian was looking directly at the man behind me, which was none other than Daemon. Though Daemon's gaze looked conflicted, he had his expression masked so it was hard to read his emotions. 

　　Not quite long, Sheila walked up to us, standing beside Daemon. Placing her hand on Daemon's shoulder, he turned to stare down at her but she only smiled at him. Staring at her closeness to him had me burning with rage at every second of it.

　　My gaze fell on Sam, whose eyes held mine as if curious about my next move. This is strange... Am I that obvious?

　　Sparing a glance at Sheila, she has an expressionless face and it is damn hard to know what is going through that tiny mind of hers though her presence seems to affect Daemon, and strangely that angered me.

　　But the fact that I'm married and have my ass mate here with me and still feeling this jealousy and possessiveness toward another man angers me more. 

　　"Hi, Luna Rhea, it is nice to see you here with your husband," Sheila said, earning a sharp growl from Daemon. Almost flinching, she steadied her balance while patting Daemon's shoulder in a way to calm him.

　　"Hi..." she repeats, I can feel a hint of mockery glinting around her eyes.

　　The air around me was getting thicker, I clenched my fist in anger. I stood there glaring at Sheila so intensely, a second away from tearing her into pieces. And that's when I felt Mercy rushed to me, and gave my hand a light squeeze.

　　And that seemed to have jerked me back to reality, I turned around to find everyone, including Daemon and Kian's eyes, on me.

　　Looking at her makes me furious and the intensity makes my eyes burn. I gave her a smile that didn't reach my eyes, "Hi, Sheila, it was nice to meet you... But don't you think throwing yourself at a man in a public gathering, especially at a king seems disgusting and shameful," 

　　I heard the crowd gasp, Sheila stiffened at my words. My eyes fell on Daemon and I noticed the silly smirk at the bottom of his lips and that brought a smile to my lips as well. 

　　Have no idea what is really going on, this is definitely not me. What on earth is wrong with me? Though one thing is for sure; I am not letting her get close to Daemon.