Rhea's POV

　　Almost to the dining room, I suddenly wrenched my hand from his. He turned around to stare at me with a raised brow. "What's that for?" His voice was deep and rough. 

　　I never intended on going anywhere with him or having our hands intertwined, all this was just to get to Sheila and nothing else. And since she is out of sight, I no longer see any reason to still hold hands with him and I also need to stick to the decision of leaving. 

　　"Look at me," he orders, his voice softened, I slowly lift my head to stare at him. "What was that for?" He asked, taking a few strides forward. Almost closer to me, I can feel his breath tickling me by the side of the face as he slowly lifts my chin with his index finger to keep my head steady. 

　　"I need to leave," I quickly said, backing away from him. He goes rigid, and I think I saw a wave of rage flashes through his eyes, making me regret what I just did. He steps forward, not leaving much space between us. 

　　"So…?" He asked, his brow c***k at me.

　　"I need to get back to my pack," 

　　A silhouette fall over his face at my statement, and we stood there staring at each other. His gaze is making my body heat up, I'm so much tempted to shy away but I don't want him to see the effect his presence has on me because he will surely use it to his advantage. So I stood my ground and matched his gaze.

　　After a while, he abruptly cleared his throat, "No..." he suddenly replied in a cold voice. I was deadpanned and startled, no words were rolling out from my lips as I gaped at him. Clearing my throat, I snapped out of my dazed state and that's when I was able to find my voice.

　　"You don't detect for me what to do, I have a pack and husband that is out there waiting for me. So I am..."

　　"I said no and that's final," he snapped, cutting me off and that makes my anger begin to fumes. 

　　What's the difference between him and Kian? Always wanting me to oblige to whatever they said without my own opinion! 

　　What was I expecting from a manipulative and vicious king? 

　　I stepped up to glare at him, fuming, "You can't control me or detect how I live my life," his eye narrowed in warning but I ignored him and stand rooted on my spot to glare at him. "Remember that I already had a life before you stepped into my life and started to disrupt everything," 

　　"I can and will control you if that will make you see things at the right angle," he walked closer, filling the little space between us. "Feisty... I love a feisty woman it turns me on but…?" He raised his brow, showing his dominance. 

　　"You're not going back to that pack, this is your home and pack. These people are your people and everything in here is under you and most importantly, you're mine!" 

　　I was tongue-tied, my eyes widened at him, anywhere I couldn't do anything. He is the king and I deserve to show him respect if I ever wish to live long. His offer is tempting and that has been what other girls out there are all craving for; an opportunity of being with him but that's not for me. I already had a husband and a pack to protect. 

　　Noticing my sudden silence, his body relaxes and his eye softened as they twinkle while holding a playful smile on his lips. Chuckling, he sneak his hand around my waist and pulled me toward him. So that my body will be grinding against him, I gasped at his huge member down there. 

　　This is wrong! 

　　I am not allowed to feel any man's d****k when I am married and a public figure. 

　　"You will still go back to that pack but at the right time and definitely not now," he suddenly announced, taking me by surprise. 

　　"At the right time," I asked with a confused expression.

　　"Yes," he smirked down at me, "But that will be till the right time," I stared up at him with a furrowed eyebrow, my lips parted sideways in confusion.

　　What is he talking about? At the right time...

　　"We need to go and eat," he said.

　　What is he talking about? He is holding a hidden meaning within him, is there something that I should know? Why am I here and why is it hard for him to let go? 

　　"I am not hungry," I suddenly speak up, "Sorry, but I am upstairs," I bowed and turned to leave when I heard a deep growl rumbling out from his chest causing me to halt on my track.

　　"That's an order," I turned to see his beast peeking through his eyes at me as they turned a dark golden color.

　　"But I said I am not hungry!" 

　　Using his head, he motioned to the dining, "Move, don't ever piss me off," 

　　What has my miserable life dragged me into? Now I am stuck under a possessive, interrogative, deadly, and handsome Lycan king... do I even have a way out?