Elena’s POV
I don’t dare to continue looking up at King Harvey. I’m not brave enough to meet his powerful gaze. I don’t want to die in the disappointment in his eyes.
I know he said I did good, but I don’t believe him. He must be saving face with the other werewolves.
“Elena, I am King. You are to look at me when I speak to you.” King Harvey says to me sternly, yet not in a rage. He sounds patient.
Lowering my head for a moment, I take time to regain my courage and look up at him.
“I am sorry, King Harvey.”
His brown eyes gaze down at me with adoration, and I freeze.
“Well done, Elena. I have never met a human that tries as hard as you. I meant it when I said good job. A good King does not lie, Elena, especially to his mate.”
“…I feel unworthy, King Harvey.”
King Harvey nods. “Tr
