Chapter 9: Remember…
Ava’s gaze finally landed on the throne—and to her surprise, the king wasn’t there yet.
"He’ll be here soon," she whispered to herself. "I haven’t felt any... any draw. My wolf hasn’t responded. But still... I can’t feel him near. That means... he’s definitely my mate."
Even though it was a whisper, it was just loud enough for Ariana to catch. She stayed silent, her mind elsewhere. Right now, all she could think about was how badly she needed to pee. That was it. Nothing else mattered.
Just as her father turned to chat with one of his friends, Ariana took the opportunity. She stepped forward and lightly tapped his shoulder.
To her surprise, he turned with a smile on his lips.
It stunned her.
Knowing her father, smiles didn’t come without a reason.
Then it clicked. Of course. They were in public. He didn’t want to further damage his already battered image.
And then, even more to her surprise, he said softly and respectfully, "What may I do for you, my dear daughter?"
Ariana’s eyes widened.
But then came the look. That pointed one that said: Fix your face.