Melanin's POV
As I entered the room, the guards locked the door, instantly making me feel like a prisoner. Tears welled up in my eyes as I sat on the floor, pulling my knees close to my chest. I couldn't help but wonder how I had ended up in such a mess.
Looking into the king's eyes, I could sense the depth of anger and hatred directed towards me. It frightened me to think about what he might do to me.
“He won't harm you,” Olivia reassured me, trying to calm my trembling form. “He is our mate.”
“He can't be,” I retorted, my anger surfacing. The tears continued to stream down my cheeks, mixing with the anguish that consumed me. The idea of the king being our mate felt like an impossibility. How could someone filled with such hate towards me possibly be destined to share a bond with me?
