Chapter 646

He left with another woman in his arms. Liam grabbed Olive’s slender wrist, pushing her back against the cold wall. With a bang, her pepper spray fell to the ground. Liam’s black eyes burned with lust. He raised a hand, his fingertips tracing her beautiful face.

“King Liam!” Olive quickly evaded him, meeting his gaze steadily. “King Liam, you’ve fallen for the mermen’s seduction. Stay rational! Let me go! I have an injection to restore your clarity.”

Hearing her clear voice, Liam’s rationality returned. He released her, hoarsely urging, “Princess Olive, hurry!”

Olive swiftly produced an injection. “King Liam, we’re allies. I won’t abandon you. Close your eyes, clear your mind. I’ll give you the injection. Thank God I brought it.”

Liam obediently closed his eyes as he sat on the sofa. Olive administered the injection. He felt the fire in his body slowly subside. As a man of high standing, he’d faced countless female temptations, employing his superb medical skills to overcome them.

Now, he smelled Olive’s sweet fragrance. Her eyes were focused on him as she worked, her long black hair brushing his face.

Liam pulled her into a hug. Olive struggled, shivering. “King Liam, have you forgotten? This is critical! Clear your mind!”

He hugged her tighter, burying his face in her hair. “I don’t need the injection. I want you!”

Olive’s pupils shrank. If she yielded, the mermen’s influence might be resisted. Liam, a renowned warrior, was fiercely determined; she'd felt his desire. Knowing his wavering meant danger, she needed to escape.

“King Liam, let me go!” She ruthlessly plunged the needle into his neck. Weakened instantly, he gave her the opportunity to push him away and flee.

But after two steps, he caught her, pulling her into his embrace again. “Somebody, help!” she cried.

Through a crack in the slightly ajar window, she saw Elvis in the hallway. Why was he here? She hadn’t expected him in the palace. He didn't hear her; he carried Clara in his arms, passing by.

“Elvis…” she started, but Liam covered her mouth, carrying her to the bed and throwing her down. She watched as Elvis and Clara disappeared. He had left with another woman.

Panic set in as Liam climbed onto the bed. Her hand brushed against her phone. Instinctively, she wanted to call Elvis—he was the first person she thought of in danger.

But she hesitated. His presence in the palace was risky; it would not only conflict with Liam but also expose his background. Liam was hunting for his master, a child of the royal bloodline. She couldn't endanger Elvis.

She dialed Alpha instead. Before the call connected, Liam snatched the phone.

“King Liam, wake up! Don’t fall for the mermen’s tricks! I’m Princess Olive, I can’t be with you. I love someone else.”

He pushed her back onto the bed. Her head struck the wall with a thud, darkness swirling as pain consumed her. She felt herself fading.

Liam reached for her dress, unbuttoning it. She gripped the sheets, fighting to stay awake, but her eyelids grew heavy and closed.

Could she not escape? Was she about to sleep with Liam?

“Elvis…” she whispered weakly.

Outside, Clara, initially proud, noticed Elvis’s footsteps halt. Her heart skipped a beat. He turned, his deep eyes fixed on the closed door. He seemed to have heard a call. He felt something vital was inside.

He walked towards the door.

Could he have discovered Olive? A wave of icy dread washed over Clara. She couldn't let him ruin Olive and Liam's... moment. She clung to his neck, pressing against his handsome face.