Kelle

es before he quickly masked it. He forced a smile, a brittle, unnatural thing. "Claire, my dearest, what are you saying?" His v

corner of our estate, just to surprise me. He had wanted to see my genuine joy, to believe he was giving me something beautiful and pure. And now, he was buying the

nd strangely soft features hidden beneath the heavy cloak. But it wasn't the uniform that caught my attention. It was the scent-a faint, yet undenia

ntal treatment hadn't just healed my body; it had amplified my senses, allowing me to perceive s

d, but with a subtle lilt that gave it away, "an urgent

sudden shift in his posture, the way his eyes narrowed. A storm of emotions crossed his face – anger, frustration, a hint of somethi

actively deceiving me, collaborating with his mistress right under my nose.

yes met mine, filled with a deep, crushing guilt that he couldn't quite

s. "I can manage alone," I said, my voice flat, dev

overing over my arm, but I tu

ou are not to show your face near my wife again, do you understand?" The threat in his tone was unmistakable, sharp as a dagger

her lips. Her voice, when she spoke, was no longer gruff; it was a sweet, hone

was more like a lover's reprimand than a master's punishment. A surge of his energy radiated through his hand, leaving a faint, dark mark blooming on her skin

his eyes easing. He turned to me, his voice carefully neutral. "Conti

eady turning away. My hand made a dis

aced with a subtle warning, his eyes turning cold as they scanned the crowd before settling on his head guard. "Ensure my wife find