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Emily’s POV “Sharina…”“What?” Sharina cut in before Malric could finish. “You’re going to tell me to take another horse, right?”Malric remained silent, but his arms tightened around me.“I’ve endured it all. Goddess knows I’ve tried.” Her voice sharpened. “You frolicking with your maid… do you know how the other maids will look down on me?”“Being a future queen isn’t the same as being queen,” Malric said, his voice vibrating against my back. “And the other maids? Tell me which one of them has ever dared cross their boundaries around you.”Sharina scoffed, folding her arms.“Really?”“Ride Blaze,” Malric added. “You always enjoyed riding him when you were younger.”“I can’t ride.”“I’ll ask…”“I’m only riding the one you're riding,” she cut in defiantly. The silence that followed didn’t need words to announce the tension already brewing between them.“I… I can ride with someone else,” I quickly offered.Malric deliberately tightened his hold around me.Sharina’s eyes hardened.“A

Emily’s POV After the warning hidden in Sharina’s stare, I knew one thing — I had to stay alert.Not wanting to stand around looking useless, I joined the maids helping with the smaller tasks while the men handled the heavier work.The he-wolves worked quickly, driving stakes into the ground and hauling thick canvas upright between heavy wooden poles.Within minutes, the empty clearing began transforming into a royal hunting camp.The king’s tent rose first at the center.Large.Dominant.And impossible to miss.Dark fabric embroidered with the royal crest stretched across its frame, somehow carrying the same intimidating presence as its owner.Very Malric.Lucien’s tent was pitched beside Malric’s, similar in design but lacking the king’s almost terrifying dominance. Still, his tent was hardly any less intimidating.Separate tents were prepared for high-ranking wolves — Theodore, department heads, and a few trusted royals.Sarah hadn’t accompanied us. Apparently, she remained at the

Sharina’s POV(A few hours ago.)I thought marking the Lycan King would at least make him understand the simple, obvious truth—that he would never have that wolfless slut.That I was the only one worthy of standing beside him.But it only made everything worse.Watching him carry her… in front of everyone… straight into his tent…My fingers curled into fists.For the first time, tears threatened to fall because of them.I knew I was beautiful…and this wasn’t me trying to flatter myself. I wasn’t weak. He even believed it was only my bond that could save him, so why wouldn’t he just leave that useless thing alone?Why did he keep choosing her?“Rina,” his beta’s voice cut through my thoughts.I didn’t bother hiding my irritation. “What?”His face softened, his eyes slightly red from restraint as well.I had seen that look too many times—gentle… fatherly.I really wished he was truly my father, and not the gambler I was born to… the man who had ruined my life and taken from me the most

Emily’s POV Sharina stepped forward, composed and deliberate, folding her arms as her gaze slowly swept across the gathering crowd.There was a brief pause…just enough for the air to feel heavier.“As you’re all aware,” she began smoothly, “this royal hunt also serves as part of the kingdom’s pre-bonding protocol for the King and his chosen Luna…which is why his attention should not be compromised by an unranked female at his side.”“Sharina,” Malric cut in sharply.But she didn’t stop.“As the future queen,” she continued, her hand lifting toward me without hesitation, “I find it improper for a maid to remain glued to the King’s side during such an event. It sends the wrong message to the pack. I believe werewolf law upholds proper boundaries and decorum.”A few murmurs rippled through the crowd.“Stop this nonsense at once, Sharina.” Malric said.“Is it nonsense, my King?” Sharina asked calmly, tilting her head slightly as if genuinely puzzled rather than offended. She turned towa

Emily’s POV Unlike Irene, who was cool-headed and reserved, Scarlett was too forward for my liking. Even Linda, with all her outspoken energy, still felt easier to tolerate than her.Too much talking. Too much closeness. Too much this, too much that. Too much everything!I had given her several subtle cues any normal person would have picked up on and backed off from to save their dignity.But no.She didn’t get them. And she wouldn’t stop prying into my personal life.“I was so shocked when the King said you were his mate,” she said again for what had to be the millionth time. “I mean… I used to wonder why he was so attached to you.”Instead of engaging her, I deliberately picked up my pace, trying to catch up with the rest of the team.She didn’t get the message.She matched my pace effortlessly.“You know… most of the maids used to say behind your back that you seduced the King, judging you unfairly and…”“And I’m pretty sure you were one of those gossiping,” I snapped at last.S