Chapter Seventy-eight. Confession.
Lars' POV
I could feel my chest constrict. The pain I felt was unimaginable. I grind my teeth in a bid to rein in my emotions. "I won't let you succeed, you devil. I hate you!" I yelled.
"Hate me? Who cares, darling?" She asked in amusement, "You were desperate to be my mate. Take a look at yourself and take a good look at me. Are we compatible?"
"I shouldn't have trusted you." I spat.
"You will, darling. You will believe me over and over again because you are desperate to have this queen. If I were you, I would kill myself before the king gets to me."
"Why should I do that?" I sneered. "When you are still alive."
"What has that got to do with me? You were the one in jail, not me. I will be the queen of this kingdom." She declared.
"I won't allow
