Bitterness:

The kiss was uncomfortable, cold, the more he insisted on taking her lips the less she responded. A terrible rage seized the emperor's heart, his inner beast shuddering at the rejection of his destined mate but he didn't howl in pain this time, but a snarl of menace.
Entangling his masculine hand in her hair, Alessios forced her to twist her neck, lifting her chin and meeting his eyes.
"Bitterness," the emperor bellowed, "is what I receive from you even after so many months." Is there no forgiveness in your heart, little nomad? What do you want of me? Do you plan to torture me to madness, keeping the forbidden fruit of your touch at my fingertips but depriving me of it time and time again?!
Umara's eyes remained cold, expressionless, empty, and Alessios knew a fear he had never experienced before.
"What do you want from me?!" he insisted angrily, pulling the black hair of his judge and executioner, to the point of pain.
Umara compressed her lips, closing her eyes. Tears had pooled in them but she refused to let them out.
"Say it once and for all, damn witch!" he snapped between his teeth. "What would please your black heart?" What are you chasing with your ice? Do you seek to drive me to despair? Do you intend to cause me pain until you make me give up my own life? Speak up!
Alessios shook her, shaking her by the shoulders, looking desperately into her eyes, as if searching for something in them, something that had been lost for many moons.
"Speak at once!" he roared.
"I want nothing of what you have offered me, sir." – she whispered, swallowing dryly.- the only thing I want you already know, because I have asked you several times.
Alessios contracted his chin, in a grimace of pride.
-Not.
Alessios:
He wants to leave. He wants to leave me. He wants to return to the desert and not look back.
My wolf howls in pain, extending its majestic neck and directing its powerful muzzle to the sky, to the full moon that illuminates us.
Not!
I do not get it. For the first time in my existence I feel powerless and frustrated. This is not a battle you can win with swords, let alone fangs and claws. Why, among all my women, would my beast have to recognize this one as its destined mate? Since that first night, when I watched her doze on my bed, my wolf twitched when he recognized her.
From the beginning, our relationship has been a battle of wills. None of my women have been as disobedient and contradictory as she. She is the most dangerous of all, neither the Egyptian assassin nor the treacherous Cassandra compare to her.
Precisely, because the others endangered my life, but she intends to rip my heart out of my chest and leave, taking it with her.
"No!" he growled between his teeth, pulling her until she was forced to stand up, with a quick movement, he raised her over his shoulder and headed inside his chambers.
"Put me down!" Umara yelled. "Put me down now, Alessios!"
-Not.
"Let me go, I beg you," Umara stammered.
"You will leave here over my dead body."
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Umara fell onto the soft mattress, and in the same act scrambled onto the bed, away from the madman who was chasing her. Alessios grabbed her ankle and pulled her under him. Umara instantly stiffened.
In a flick of his wrist, Alessios drew the sharp, jeweled dagger he wore at his waist, Umara's eyes widened to enormous proportions.
Alessios placed the dagger in Umara's hand and then brought the edge of the blade against his own chest, holding the blade in both of their hands, pressing her palm to his.
"Here it is…" he whispered against her lips, feeling her tremble. "…your only way out." Murder me and you will be free, little flower.
Umara instantly paled.
"Come on, what are you waiting for?" he prompted her. "Go ahead, you have the opportunity to achieve what Sarab never could, what Cassandra most wanted..."
Alessios let go of her hand, Umara clenched the hilt of the dagger in her hand.
—…do justice. Collect at once the death of all those I have murdered. Free the continent from the Merciless, get rid of the Warrior Wolf. Come on…kill me!
The edge of the dagger pierced the fabric of the emperor's clothing, cutting through his skin, until blood stained his shirt.
"You are completely crazy," Umara whispered, dropping the bloody dagger onto the soft cloth that covered the bed.
"Don't you understand, little flower?" he whispered ruefully, taking her hand again and placing it on the bleeding wound. "I'm not afraid of death, what terrifies me is the possibility of losing you."
Umara:
He had thought that perhaps the victory over Cassio would make him reconsider. It's obvious that he needed our help just a few days ago, but he's always been more than capable of holding his own.
I sigh sadly. I really don't even know why I'm doing this.
Has the poison of jealousy completely dominated my rational mind? Did seeing him hugged and kissed by the others cause me such a level of fury that I wanted to make him suffer until I saw him writhe in pain like a worm on a hook?
Yes. Answer that darkness of me. That possessive and jealous part, that part that cries out for the blood of the women of the harem every time they touch it, every time they even dare to smile at it.
This afternoon I understood that I must abandon him, I must leave the Palace or I will end up hating him and them as much as Cassandra hates them.
"I will not kill you, Lord." I know you are innocent of the attack against the nomads, Cassandra confessed that she was the one who ordered it.
Alessios raised his eyebrows.
"Then... what stands in the way of our happiness, little flower?" he whispered against her lips. "Tomorrow, I will reorganize the rooms of the other Lunas." I won't touch them again...and...
Umara felt a knife being driven into her heart. She sighed sadly and melted her lips with those of her lover.