Chapitre 45: A Slap

Olivera balked, hearing the strange lady's question.

'My king?'

She shook her head at the thought, as if trying to wake up her sleepy self from a fearful dream, but to no avail. This was reality.

She had been walking with the bad Alpha all these while?

She shook her head, not believing her foolishness.

The bows! His otherworldly handsomeness! His cold aura!

These were enough pointers, but no, she had been too engrossed in not believing that she had missed out the main points.

And what about his statement about her being his mate?

Her hands shook, thinking of that incident, and she immediately fisted them, and kept them by her side, unaware that she was being watched already by the ground of ladies.

Her heart beat faster when she saw the strange beautiful lady staring at her, finally noticing her presence.

There was a scowl on the lady's face, her lips turning up in anger and disgust.