Rhea's POV

　　Sighing I flop my butt on the bed with a puff, why is my life so complicated? First I got married and mated to a man whore who want nothing but to torture me to death and now again the Lycan king has declared me as his mate. 

　　My life is so full of drama, no single minute of peace and the fact that I have no one to talk to worsens the whole thing. I am on my own on this. Letting out another sigh, I looked down at my dress and wondered what I would wear since I was dragged in here with none of my stuff well except the dress I am putting on and a pair of heels on my feet. 

　　I was still in thought when Daemon walked out of the bathroom with a towel loosely wrapped around his waist and he used the other one in his hand to wipe his hair. His gaze shifted to me but I was so busy admiring the demi god in front of me that I didn't even notice the smug look he was hurling my way. 

　　His sexy six packs and how his muscles move flexibly as he wipes his hair, the little water from his wet hair dripping down his body and disappearing in... I gulped as I watched the water disappear into his V line. 

　　"You know that you can as well close your mouth when staring to avoid flies entering inside," he chuckled smugly. 

　　Tell me how I am going to stay in the same room with this man, shaking my head, I said, "I want my own room for this night and tomorrow I will be heading back to my pack," 

　　He sighs looking bored, "I have already told you that you're going nowhere and we both will be sharing this bedroom forever," he said and started walking toward the closet. 

　　"I don't know what you intend to achieve with this; I already told you that I'm married and also have a mate!" I half yelled, stressing the word "Mate" so that he gets the hint but instead he hurled me a scornful look.

　　Anger and rage color his features as he halts his movement and swivels to face me. "Look, let's get one thing straight, the fact that I didn't take you away the first day I set my eyes on you doesn't mean that you are not my mate," 

　　I arched my brow at him, "You know if you have any issue with my husband, go and sort it out and stop dragging me into this mess. Who claims another man's woman as his even the moon goddess won't approve of that," I spit but my ear was instantly clouded with a loud dangerous growl, "Watch your lips!" 

　　By now I am out of the bed and against the wall as he inched closer to me, I darted my gazes around the room to escape from his predatory gaze. 

　　Inching close to me, he traps me against the wall with both hands placed beside my head when I take in his form; he has nothing on except the towel hanging loose around his waist, I gulped and pulled my head to stare at him but was met by a cold black eye that frightened me to death. 

　　He looked pissed like he was restraining himself from doing something, my breath hitched making my heart take a faster pace as he leaned forward, our lips almost touching as he hissed. "Everything you needed is in that wardrobe and your toiletries are already in the bathroom," 

　　He pulls back to look at my flushed face, a wicked smile making its way to his lips. Turning around, he disappeared into the closets. 

　　I wrap my hands around my body and slowly slide down the wall with a horrified look. What is he doing to me? At first, I thought that he was going to rip me apart but he came this close just to tell me this. 

　　Hearing his footsteps coming out, I quickly jumped up and rushed to the bathroom, locking the door. I leaned back against the locked door, my heart heaving up and down in panic. Looking up at the ceiling and bathroom, my gaze landed on the feminine toiletries displayed on top of the bathtub.

　　I reached for it when stepping closer and my eyes widened in shock. These toiletries were my exact skin care products, how did he know that I use this exact body wash? Only Mercy knows the products I was using, so tell me how he was able to figure it out. How sure am I that I'm not stuck here with a pervert? 

　　"Still sleeping," my eyes flip open, startled as I hear someone whisper into my ears. I turned around to notice Daemon looking down at me like a hawk. 

　　I cleared my throat, holding the duvet tight close to my chest. After a long argument and misunderstanding that lasted forever last night, he finally gave me respect by moving to the couch, leaving the whole king-sized bed for me last night to sleep on. 

　　Yes, my husband is a shit but what makes me better is that I know my dignity and am not ready to tarnish my image. I can't suddenly have to turn a slut because of the attraction I have toward Daemon, though I guess all this attraction is just *LUST*