The crowd automatically split apart as Ramose walked past them with a dark expression on his face. His frosty eyes swept over the Gold Blood, the cold aura exuding off his figure sending chills down the spectators' spines.
"Olsen, your mate has become quite daring." The wolf gave an icy glance to the Beta.
Olsen lowered his head in embarrassment, not daring to say a word. What else could he say? The whole King's Pack had heard his mate publicly curse and call the Werewolf King's mate names. Her boldness and fearlessness made even Olsen tremble in trepidation.
If King Ramose desired to severely punish her, then she would more than deserve it.
"Ramose...?" Da**! Why is Ramose here?
Versailles was astounded on hearing her mate's voice. She instinctively raised her hand to her face and found her hood still in place. Her brows furrowed as she frowned in confusion. Her hood was still up and her face covered. So how did the wolf recognize her?
