Vincent>>>
She would regret it.
It was only a matter of time before Iris realized her mistake. And when that moment came—when she finally understood the depth of her foolishness—she would come crawling back to me. Broken. Desperate. And I would be there, waiting, her savior once again.
That was how it had always been. How it should always be.
But despite my newfound patience, seeing her now—standing next to that brute of a wolf in a wedding dress—stirred an anger so sharp It felt like claws raking through my chest. It burned, unrelenting, as though her betrayal was fresh.
I let her go, yes. But not to set her free. Certainly not so she could fall into the arms of that half-sane beast. No, I let her go to teach her a lesson. To show her that the only place she truly belonged was at my side—silent, obedient, mine.
"Are you alright, Your Majesty?"
