Chapter 97

I looked at the king, waiting for him to speak up as his expression changed about ten times within ten seconds.

We both knew he was lying. He didn’t care about her being a werewolf because he knew she was from the royal bloodline, and that wouldn’t be the first in our family. Yes, she was a witch—but only half, and that was not enough to hate her the way he did—which meant all that mattered to the king was that she was half hers…Adelaide.

What was it with that woman?

“If you’re so determined to keep her,” The king said after a long pause, “she can stay as one of your mistresses.”

This time, I froze for a moment, clenching my fists in anger. Mistresses? The audacity of him to make such a statement, especially after he had torn everything apart to make Mom his mate, all while keeping the woman he truly loved by his side.

He had only tolerated Mom out of greed because he didn’t want to lose her while he could’ve taken her as his mistress instead of gi