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.

grew louder. Her

"Get up."

through gritted teeth, not knowing what else to say. In my mind, I knew that I had to apologize, but my mouth refused to

the back of her hands and gingerly stood

grated out, "I don't like soup; that's all." "In that case, I'll go and ask the kitchen to make a different

seemed to ease as well. I lay back

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treating your mate like this?" Omar

idea. As my mate, shouldn't her presence comfort me? Why is it that just

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