Chapter 28: Chapter 28

Chapter 26

While others were having a good time in the palace's hall, I sat quietly next to Alpha Greyson. Following the ceremony, the palace hosted a feast to which everyone was invited. The slaves are also welcome to enter the palace and eat. There is only one spot for them. They are separated from others who are wealthy.

All of the delectable delicacies prepared by the chefs were served in front of Alpha Greyson. This is my first time witnessing a huge party, and I can't believe I'm seated next to Alpha Greyson. I'm also not used to wearing a crown on my head.

Others couldn't get close to us since there were so many guards surrounding us. Because they knew Alpha Greyson, the others lacked the guts to approach. They are terrified of him. Others may admire his grace. So, even though I'm sitting next to Alpha Greyson, I notice girls looking at him directly.

I took a taste of a dish before returning my attention to Alpha Greyson. He's sitting quietly next to me. He was preoccupied with eating, and each bite he took was delicate and sensitive. His acts tell me that he is the kingdom's Alpha ruler.

"Stop staring at me," he said abruptly, and I almost leaped. I instantly averted my gaze and resumed my meal. I could feel his eyes on me. I hadn't realized I'd been staring at him for so long! What on earth am I thinking?!

"You didn't like the food?" I was taken aback by his inquiry and looked at my nearly empty plate. Because I only eat a small amount. Despite the fact that my previous meal was a while ago, I am not hungry. Maybe it's because I'm not used to it.

"No... I like it, but I'm not hungry," I explained.

"If you're tired, leave now; this party can continue without you," he remarked coldly. As I felt the ice in my stomach, I gazed at my plate. Alpha Greyson had been cold to me all day. I know he dislikes me. I know he despises me. But... did he really have to wound me this badly?

What makes him despise me? What is his problem with me? I know we had a heated interaction! We met under extremely different circumstances, which undoubtedly made him detest me even more, but he didn't have to be so nasty because I'm not stupid. I know where I stand if he doesn't like me.

"No... I'm not tired," I responded firmly, continuing to eat. He didn't say anything till Beta Miguel approached.

"Alpha Greyson, it's time to dance," remarked Beta Miguel. I scowled. Dance? What kind of dance?

"Is it really necessary?" Alpha Greyson asked, his tone irritated. Beta Miguel gave me a look.

"Yes, your Majesty. It's to finally end the party; without it, your people will doubt your marriage, so you must dance the Queen," Beta Miguel explained. What he said startled me. Dance with the Queen? He's referring to... me?!

"I-I... don't know how to dance!" I exclaimed, terrified.

Alpha Greyson growled, "This is why I want you to leave earlier." Alpha Greyson caught my gaze. He is furious, yet his expression remains unchanged.

Is that why he instructed me to go earlier? Because he was expecting it and I don't know how to dance? If he had told me the truth and not insulted me, I would have left long ago!

"Your Majesty, you can learn it while you're at it," Beta Miguel assured me. I was going to speak when I noticed that everyone had shifted to the side and there was a large empty area in the middle of the hall. Will we be dancing there?

"We don't have a choice; let's dance right now," Alpha Greyson stated coldly, standing up. I was taken aback when he extended his hand to me. My heart was racing as I glanced at his hand.

"Shall we dance?" he requested, and even though it was cold, everyone heard him, and it signaled the musicians to begin the orchestra.

I gulped hard and accepted his hand carefully. I felt his warmth across my skin as he entwined our hands. As we walked down to the center, everyone clapped.

"How would we begin?" I wondered uncomfortably as we approached the center. We're facing each other now, as people gather around us, waiting for us to perform a spectacular dance. I gasped when Alpha Greyson took my hand and placed it on his shoulder. We're almost there. His breath was on my skin. And all I could smell was the wine he had drunk before we arrived.

As he snaked his arms around my waist, our eyes locked on each other.

"I want you to follow my lead," he said as he began to sway us.

Because I was so humiliated, I bit my bottom lip and hid my face in his chest! I'm not sure if I'm doing it correctly!

“S-Sorry!" I said hurriedly as I stepped on his foot by accident. Damn it, I want to cry! I don't want Alpha Greyson to be humiliated because of me!

"You're a terrible dancer," he commented. Because he was correct, I bowed. I'm not going to dispute with him this time.

"I'm sorry; this is my first time," I admitted. When he spun me around with one of his hands and dragged me to wrap his arm around my waist again, I was astonished.

We swayed again, this time to the gentle cadence of the music. When I raised my eyes, I noticed him staring at me. I swallowed hard because I couldn't bear it when he looked at me like this with his blue eyes. He had a blank expression, but the way he looked at me was so different.

"I know," he said. I feel like we're the only people here right now. Because of his gaze, I feel caught in a strange realm where we are far from other people's eyes. We dance alone to soft music. If only it could all be real. What would it be like to be loved by the Alpha king?

"Alpha Greyson... do you really... hate me so much?" I'm not sure where I found the courage to ask that, but I know it's the most pertinent question of the day.

He lifted me up and spun me around before resuming control of me. Everyone applauded, but I merely waited for his response to my query.

His eyes are so close to me, I can tell they are focused on me. I smiled at him, but I knew my eyes are betraying me. Even though I smiled at him multiple times, my eyes are still sorrowful.

"Why do you despise me?" I inquired once more. His jaw clenched. I saw anger in his eyes for the first time. I'm not sure why, but his blue eyes are dark as he stares at my green eyes.

"Why do you have to ask?" he countered. I took deep breaths as I felt the weight of my chest. As we danced in the middle, I averted my gaze. When the music became a little louder, the others joined us in the dance. But we remained in the center of the hall.

"Because... I don't want you to think I want any of your thrones or riches, and I don't want you to think poorly of me," I explained. "That's why I want to ask... why do you hate me?" I couldn't keep the pain from coming through in my voice. I raised my eyes at him.

"Do you really want to know why?" he asked, leaning in close to my ear. Our bodies were becoming closer. My chest is pressing against his. And, as weird as it felt, I had to stay this way if I didn't want others to believe we were arguing.

His breath tickles the skin on the back of my ear. My two hands had already been placed on his broad chest.

"Because... I've known you for a long time, Amara; you may not remember anything... but I do..."