"Heh...who said anything about a Beta...? If you support me in changing the King, then I promise you the wolf on the throne will be an Alpha..."
"What did you say!?"
"I said the King on the throne will be an Alpha."
"...!"
Back in the Purple-Radiance Palace, Ramose sat on his throne with his head on his palm and his doting gaze unwaveringly fixed to his mate.
Every time her slender fingers touched her parted lips to deliver a piece of fruit, his intense gaze would turn dark and feverish as he traced the cherry outlines with his eyes.
Swallowing with difficulty, Ramose gently tugged at the delicate hand enveloped in his, asking for attention.
When Versailles felt the slight tug on her hand, she turned a questioning look to the restless wolf.
"Light, I want some too." His gaze fell on the hand raised to her lips before lifting to her eyes.
