Chapter 125 Come With Me

• I kept my voice steady, pushing Michael's own words back at him. "You said you'd give me a life of honor and protect me no matter what. Can’t you do this one small thing? Or is the famous Lycan prince as free to break his promises as you claim I am?"
• Michael’s smile widened, a mix of amusement and acceptance. "Very well," he said. "I’ll give you everything you’ve asked for. But you’d better keep your promise and stay here."
• For the next few days, I remained confined to Michael’s packhouse. His routine was predictable—leaving early in the morning and returning late in the evening. The butler ensured that I was well taken care of, bringing me three meals a day and afternoon tea like clockwork. Anything I requested was delivered to me within half a day. It wasn't a bad life, as long as you ignored the fact that I was a prisoner in all but name.