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87 You Know What I Desire

Delia's POV 1

"Your Highness, I was just talking to this lady..."

I quickly turned my head, only to meet Kral's eyes filled with murderous intent. He stood in the shadow of the corridor pillar, his golden pupils shining in the darkness.

"Delia, who is that person?"

"What?"

I asked in confusion. I didn't understand why Kral would say that.

Wasn't this lady just the wife of an alpha we had met at the banquet?

"I'm asking, who is he?" Kral’s entire face emerged from the shadows, his handsome features carrying hostility.

His jaw formed a sharp curve as his low voice escaped through his clenched teeth.

"Your Highness, I don't understand what you mean," I said bewilderedly, until a warm hand suddenly grabbed my waist, pulling me forcefully, and my whole body leaned against the solid chest of Kral.

"Stay away from him." Kral lowered his gaze and warned in my ear.

He took off his cloak and wrapped it directly around me. His movements were forceful and rough, and his dissatisfaction and anger seemed about to overflow.

Why was he angry? What was he doing? It was ridiculous. I was almost amused by Kral's inexplicable actions.

"What are you doing..." I struggled to break free from his grasp, nestled in his arms.

Then, I heard that voice with a teasing tone, "Oh, there's no need to be so nervous. I won't harm your fiancee."

What?

The voice was different from before, carrying a pretense of malicious humor. I turned my head in shock and realized that the woman who had been standing in front of me was gone. No, to be precise, her appearance was just a disguise. It was the gray-clothed man with the white mask!

"Who are you?" I almost screamed. I recognized those red eyes. He was the man who had thrown the black blood-stained glove at Kral in the temple!

No wonder Kral asked me who he was. The instant Kral saw him, he saw through the disguise, but I couldn't. In my eyes, she was just a kind and beautiful woman. Who would have thought that he possessed this special ability to disguise himself? Memories of Alen's words flashed through my mind. He had mentioned that the rogues had unique abilities.

So that's it. The realization that I had been so close to him, even having physical contact, made all the hair on my body stand on end.

"Should I admire your courage before you die, sir?" Kral sneered coldly.

"Since you dare not take off your mask, why did you transform into the appearance of a woman and infiltrate my palace?" Kral spoke. Perhaps sensing my fear, he held me in his arms. His warm arm wrapped around my waist. My trembling body gradually calmed down in his warm embrace, like a kitten having its ruffled fur gently smoothed.

"Oh, how rude of me," the gray-clothed man said with a shallow smile, apologetic in words but still audacious in actions. He raised his head, his eerie crimson eyes once again locking onto my gaze. He held the pearl necklace taken from my neck and brought it close to the lips of his mask.

A hint of hidden malice flickered in his eyes beneath the mask.

"As for the reason, it's all for my beautiful Delia," the gray-clothed man said, feigning deep affection in his tone, aiming to mislead Kral.

I widened my eyes in disgust. Even though I had been deceived, the gray-clothed man's actions showed that we had shared an intimate connection. His gestures were so ambiguous that he wanted Kral to believe there was something special between us.

I had no idea how much of our conversation Kral had overheard, especially that line, "I want to leave him." Just the thought of it made my face turn pale.

"If you wish to die, I can grant your wish right now," Karl’s eyes turned almost blood-red at the instant the gray-clothed man made his move. He clenched his teeth, on the verge of descending into a frenzy.

"Oh, don't misunderstand," the gray-clothed man cautiously stepped back. He placed the necklace he held in his pocket and shrugged. Adopting a playful tone, he continued, "I'm merely a messenger. You were able to see through my disguise easily. I will always hold respect for you."

A familiar pentagram pattern reappeared beneath the gray-clothed man's feet. Before our eyes, white smoke emerged, and he vanished right in front of us, leaving only his final words hanging in the air.

"Delia, I'll be waiting for you to come see me." The frivolous voice didn't dissipate with his departure. Instead, its echo reverberated through the moonlit hall of flowers.

I faced Kral, whose face had darkened completely.

"Ah," I felt as if my waist was about to snap under the force of Kral’s powerful grip.

"Delia, tell me that you didn't have any physical contact with him," Kral urgently lifted my face, forcing our eyes to meet. His fingers pressed so hard on my face that they left behind red imprints.

Due to an unspeakable impulse, I suddenly had a strong desire to know what would happen if the black-clothed man touched me.

So, suppressing my fear of Kral’s wrath, I lifted my face and nervously bit my lip, whispering, "He took away the necklace my mother left me, and he also... he kissed my forehead, but..."

Ah!

Kral swiftly covered my mouth, unwilling to hear any further explanation about the incident.

His lips sealed mine shut, and his tongue forcefully intruded, dominating the space between our mouths. Its wet touch, accompanied by an intense breath, filled my mouth. I couldn't utter a word, only witnessing Karl’s eyes filled with anger, as if a raging golden flame was about to engulf me.

"Delia, you did it intentionally," Kral bit my lower lip lightly, his voice low. I observed a dangerous glint in his narrowed eyes. His hand firmly held my chin, while his fingers kneaded my cheeks. My lips remained moist, and his scorching-hot hand vigorously gripped my waist, leaving a searing heat that made me tremble.

There was a deep longing in his eyes, a yearning that seemed capable of killing me. Yet, some unspoken emotion restrained him. The moonlight was cold, but his embrace made me feel as though I were enveloped in a fiery blaze.

"I don't know who he is," I weakly pleaded.

Kral remained silent, occasionally leaving imprints of his lips on my face. This was his way of reclaiming the treasure that had been touched by another.

His intense longing made me uneasy, so I desperately wanted to shift his attention.

"But that doesn't matter, does it? Look, I'm still here, unharmed. And he took my mother's precious pearl necklace. I want it back. Your Highness, will you help me?"

I lifted my eyes, staring at his face. My hands rested on his chest, feeling the powerful heartbeat beneath his solid chest, as if a humble devotee pleading to her deity.

"Are you pleading to me?" Karl’s lips grazed my earlobe, his low, husky voice causing my ears to blush, leaving me flustered.

Perhaps due to my submissive nature, his anger gradually subsided. However, I could still sense the pressure emanating from Kral, penetrating every pore of my being.

"Delia, you should know what I desire," Kral observed me intently. His fingers trailed along the back of my neck, leaving a trail of red marks on my sensitive skin.

I gazed into his narrowed eyes, where a subtle smile played. Suddenly, I understood why he had tolerated my defiance.

He was waiting for an opportunity. He was waiting for me to willingly surrender to him.

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