Rufus' POV:

Visibly frightened, Adela stepped back and fell to her knees. Tears were streaming down her face as she said between sobs, "Your Majesty, did I do something wrong? Are you displeased with me?"

I didn't understand what was wrong with me. I was simply annoyed by Adela's presence, especially when she was acting all timid and shy. And those blasted tears disgusted me.

I knew that it wasn't right to feel this way. Adela saved my life and she was my mate. Since I had decided to marry her, I should make an effort to get along with her.

But the emotions swirling inside my chest were out of my control. I took a deep, calming breath. I reached out to try and help her up, but just as I was about to touch her, I instinctively pulled back. My hands balled into fists. I didn't know what the hell was wrong with me.

louder. Her shoulders were shaking violently, and she looked utterly

"Get up."

knowing what else to say. In my mind, I knew

of her hands and gingerly stood

tense silence, I grated out, "I don't like soup; that's all." "In that case, I'll go and ask the kitchen to make a different dish," Adela replied and hurried out of the room, seemingly unbothered by the bits of goo stuck on

gone, the suffocating feeling in my chest seemed to ease as well. I lay back against the pillows, exhausted. My

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why are you treating your mate like this?" Omar asked in confusion. "She was

"I have no idea. As my mate, shouldn't

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