CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: Who is Amelia Whittaker?

　　Conroy, left on the promenade some moments later to gaze down at the sleeping world below the walls of his castle, suddenly found the beauty of his kingdom dimmed, its magical feel tarnished, the air cold and empty.

　　“Goddess!” he mused. What was it about her that made him act out of control?

　　He flicked his head to clear it, bemused by his behavior.

　　Until setting his eyes upon his mate, he had never thought to force his will upon a woman, claiming to be a king so that allowed him to barge upon her while she was naked.

　　“Perhaps she told the truth and couldn’t remember why she tried to kill me, maybe I should let it slip by?” he asked his wolf.

　　“Mate…mine…protect.” His wolf growled in response and he sighed.

　　He had usually chosen to dawdle with women of experience like Antoinette but that didn’t work out well either.

　　He sighed as he recalled their conversation in his study.

　　FLASHBACK