His grip on her tightened and it began to get painful, so she struggled to pull her hand away from him.
But the Masked Alpha refused to let her go. The more she struggled, the more he tightened his grip on her wrist, making her writhe in pain.
"P-please let me go, Your Majesty. You're scaring me," Odette pleaded weakly as she desperately wanted to distance herself from the Masked Alpha who was suddenly furious over something.
"You're not leaving until you tell me the truth! Are you the dark witch in the prophecy?! Is that why you're using my mate's face as a disguise?!"
Ymir who had been keeping his mouth shut the whole time couldn't watch this anymore. He finally stepped in, hoping to somehow calm His Majesty down even though he didn't understand his sudden outburst.
"Your Majesty, please control yourself. You're going to destroy—"
