Chapter 10

Elle Point of view

I have no recollection of what occurred last night. It's a point of contention with me whether it was all a dream or whether it was all real. I just awoke with my body aching and unable to stand. My throat and head also suffer for unknown causes.

The most recent episode that sprang to me was when I seduced Logan. Following that, I have no memory. I sat down to have a glance around in case I was next to Logan, but I couldn't see anybody. However, something attracted my attention to where the mini throne is…

I examined it carefully to ensure I wasn't seeing things incorrectly, but no matter how many times I peered at it, it didn't go from my vision.

It was a painting of tears streaming from the corner of my eye as a man tower over me. The arm is broad, and it seems to be possessive while wrapping my foot around his waist, as if I don't want to let go of him any longer.

I couldn't take my head away from it and realized that it wasn't a dream. Last night's performance by a painter was not a hallucination.

I came to a halt once again to hear and feel something in my body.

When I glanced down at my body, I saw something hanging from it — no, I mean in my nipples. Secondly, I scratched my neck. Then, I felt a leather strap around my neck.

What on earth is this?

I swiftly removed and discarded them. My cheeks were already hot as the image of last night flooded over me starting from I drank whatever Logan had given me.

I gripped my knees and tried to forget what had occurred, but those visions remained in my mind. I also spotted Logan's strewn robe, which I will never forget tearing. I facepalm myself because I have no idea how humiliated I was last night.

I figured there was a knock at the door and turned to look. I remained silent and waited for someone to express himself.

"This is Gaia again, and I shall be your servant from now on, Miss Elle. The bathtub is prepared, and Majesty awaits your entrance."

"Inform him that I am not yet awake." I knew she would not follow me, but I was at a crossroads for an explanation. "Or maybe you might tell him how much I despise him." I licked my lip.
"Your Majesty has warned you that if you do not leave the chamber, he will seize you," she murmured.

I sprang to my feet and felt much angrier. Why am I so obedient to his treatment of me? I am capable of putting an end to what he desires. It was a mistake that I made as well, distracted by his anxious look. I should not have done that; I was only trying to figure out the best route out of here.

I was about to move when the door burst open, and I hastily grabbed Logan's tattered robe off the floor and wrapped it over my body.

"I'm going; why do you need my assistance —-" I couldn't finish what I was about to say because I assumed it was Logan who entered, but I was mistaken.

I locked my sight on the lady in front of me, who was wearing a dress robe that resembled Logan's and had an air of elegance. When she saw I was staring at her, her expression altered.

I turned to the woman behind her and found Gaia standing there looking at me with fearful eyes.

“I am from the Ibis family. You?" She approached me. "You are, as my brother claims, the Lycan king's bed slave. You've been in Darkmoon pack territory for only a few days, but you managed to infiltrate the chamber of majesty while I was away...!"

"I don't want to be imprisoned here; all I want to do is chop off your Lycan king's head and then face my punishment!" I was happy to remind her of this, but I never did. The Ibis family owns the Tarragon kingdom, and I don't want to give them any trouble, since I'll only be an ant by chance.

"Are you aware of who I am?" Her jaws were clenched and a single syllable escaped her lips.

"Agh ..!" As she yanked back my hair and elevated my head, I couldn't start swearing. She cocked her head toward me, and I caught a glimpse of her crimson eyes, which were similar to Logan's. I couldn't help but make a comparison between my eye color and hers. It was very unlike my golden eyes.

In my heart, there is something lurking in envy. I've never compared myself to anybody, but ever since I entered Buckingham Palace, whatever it is that I'm feeling has been rising up in me.

"It is a heinous act not to bow before me after seeing me! Rather than that, remain calm in front of me! What if I just destroyed your legs?" She smirked blankly at me.

I fixed my eyes on Gaia, who seemed to be at a loss for what to do as well. What kind of woman is this?

"It is likewise disrespectful to invade my room without my invitation!" I heard an aggressive tone.

I angled my head in order to view him fully, since I was still out of position due to the hand holding my hair. However, I was close to falling a split second later when we heard the voice and the lady quickly knelt.

"Y-your Majesty, this is no-not—" Her head was bent as well.

"Explain yourself."

"F-forgive this woman, Your Highness, because her envy has suffocated her—"

“Who are you talking to? Are you mindful of whose skin you have touched?!"

We both closed our eyes simultaneously in response to a tremendous yell that seemed to rupture our eardrum. When I peeked at Logan, I saw he had morphed into Lycan and kept snarling.

"I am your first wife, my king—"

When he unexpectedly trod on the woman's head on the floor, I covered my mouth with my palm.

“Not my mate. Therefore, ascertain your position."