4 Good at handling bad woman like you

After Yohana had her meals, she was taken to the bathhouse. She reclined in a spacious bathtub as two maid servants assisted her with her bath. Lost in the soothing waters, she scarcely noticed when the bath concluded, seamlessly transitioning to the dressing chamber.

Adorned in a pristine white gown with elegant long sleeves, a delicate touch of makeup enhanced her features, while her silvery hair cascaded freely down her back, reaching to her lower back. Yohana's hair, a distinctive shade of silver, was a hallmark of the Alpha's lineage within the Night Silver Pack.

Yohana was then escorted to the King's chamber. Once the maid servants departed, she glanced around the room, taking in its grandeur.

A massive bed occupied the center, adorned with billowing white curtains enveloping it from all sides. The room was dimly lit, with only two lamps providing a soft illumination.

Yohana nervously fidgeted with her fingers, wondering what she should do to escape. She couldn't spend the night with Iskander, her enemy. Spotting a window at the left side of the chamber, Yohana ran toward it and attempted to open it up.

To her surprise, the window seemed stuck, as if it hadn't been opened in a long time. Yohana exerted all her strength, but the handle suddenly gave way, causing her to stumble backward.

"Oh no," she gasped, widening her eyes in shock as she looked at the broken handle in her hand.

Yohana went to the window, attempting to put the broken handle back in place, but it stubbornly refused to fit.

"Escaping through the window isn't a wise idea," Iskander's voice echoed in the chamber. Startled, Yohana quickly turned around to face him, hastily hiding the broken handle behind her.

"It was suffocating here, so I thought to open the window," Yohana said and gulped. She found him approaching her. She remained glued at her place while not moving her gaze from him.

Iskander drew her close, his arm encircling her slender waist. Yohana's breath caught in her throat as her body pressed against his, forcing her to lift her head to meet his gaze.

"Let me go," Yohana protested, attempting to squirm away from him.

Iskander grabbed the handle from her and brought it to the front. "You are quite rebellious, aren't you? A big fat liar too," he said and let the handle fall to the floor.

"Iskander, if you are man and the Werewolf King, then courageously fight with me. Don't throw yourself on me. Weak men do that when they find that they cannot suppress a woman," Yohana stated.

Iskander smiled to hear her and traced his finger on her face. "Well, a slave has no right to tell what is right or wrong," he whispered against her lips.

The next moment, he scooped up Yohana in his arms and carried her toward the bed. She thrashed her legs in the air, desperately trying to free herself from his strong grasp. In her struggle, she even landed a few hits on his arms.

Suddenly, Iskander abruptly dropped her onto the carpeted floor, right in front of the bed. "Ahhh!" Yohana cried out as pain shot through her back and hips. She shot him a glare as he removed his boots and cloak.

"Bring my favorite wine for me," Iskander commanded as he settled into the bed, stretching out his legs and resting his head against the headboard.

Yohana couldn't believe Iskander hadn't taken any further action against her. While relieved, she couldn't shake off the lingering sense of danger. Did he plan to drink before bedding her?

"Stop staring at me," Iskander's voice snapped her back to reality. Yohana quickly stood up, wincing in pain.

"Where should I get the wine from?" she asked, trying to distract herself from the discomfort.

"Outside. A maid will hand you the tray," Iskander replied, closing his eyes as he settled back against the headboard.

Yohana hurriedly made her way out, finally exhaling a sigh of relief once she was out of Iskander's chamber. Placing her hands over her chest, she could feel how rapidly her heart was beating, the adrenaline still coursing through her veins.

Yohana proceeded to exit through the main door, where she encountered a servant holding a tray. Taking it from her, she retraced her steps back to the bedchamber.

With a gentle hand, she closed the door behind her and approached the bed. Placing the tray delicately on the bedside table, Yohana poured the wine into the ornate gold glass.

Iskander opened his eyes and watched her narrowly. She forwarded the glass to him by keeping it on the tray and he grabbed it.

"Shall I go out, Your Majesty?" Yohana's change of tone made him look at her in amusement.

"No. You aren't leaving my sight tonight," Iskander said.

Yohana acted to yawn and was also hurt. "I am tired of this long journey, Your Majesty," she again said in her humble tone. "I need to rest to serve you well, Your Majesty."

"Then, why don't you sleep beside me?" Iskander suggested to her as he tasted the wine. He licked his lips and took a few more sips.

Yohana's fingers tightened around the tray and she gritted her teeth. She felt like hitting him with the tray and then running away.

"Hitting me won't give you the desired result, Little Wolf!" Iskander suddenly pronounced and gazed at her with an arched eyebrow.

Yohana pursed her lips tightly, wondering how he read her thoughts.

"Get on the bed," Iskander gestured to her.

"I-I have a lover," Yohana lied to him. She felt if she would portray him that she was loyal to her imaginary man, then he might not force her.

"So?" Iskander seemed unaffected by her response.

"I cannot betray him, Your Majesty. Also, I've bad sleeping habits. I snore and even speak while sleeping," Yohana said and she turned her back to him. "I don't want His Majesty to get troubled because of me," she stated.

Suddenly Yohana felt an arm hanging on her shoulder and she heard a whisper in her ear. "I'm good at handling a bad woman like you. Also, you have no lover. Even if you have, I don't care because now, I have bought you and you need to serve me all your life."

Yohana felt his hand withdraw. He emptied the wine from the glass and plonked it on the bedside table. He even took the tray from her and kept it on the table.

"Yohana, you cannot escape me. You cannot die either because I won't let that happen. So, better be a good slave to me, who obediently does everything," Iskander stated as he moved his hands to the top of his collared shirt, but then he dropped them to his sides.

"Undress me," Iskander commanded her.

Yohana glared at him, but then soon, she softened her gaze. Standing in front of him, she moved her hands to his shirt and unbuttoned it slowly. Her eyes remained low while doing so.

"Does His Majesty often bed with the other slaves? Why doesn't he call his best female slave to serve him tonight?" Yohana suggested to him.

"No one grabs my interest as you do. Also, your body is my ideal type," Iskander stated with a smirk forming across his lips.

She stopped at the third button and met his gaze for a moment. "I think His Majesty is mistaken. I have a scar on my arm and according to the rules, a king isn't supposed to bed with a woman with any kind of scar on her body," Yohana asserted. She tried her best to escape from him when she was fully aware that Iskander would not mind that.

"My entire body is covered in scars, so I don't mind any scar on your body," Iskander affirmed and watched her reaching the last button of his shirt.

Yohana, feeling trapped, decided to pretend to faint. "Why is my vision blurry?" She mumbled to herself and instinctively reached for her head.

"Cut it out, Yohana," Iskander admonished, sensing her pretense.

Yet, undeterred, she resolved to feign fainting. Closing her eyes, she let herself fall, knowing Iskander wouldn't save her, forcing her to endure the impact once more.

To her astonishment, just as she was about to hit the ground, Iskander caught her. Refusing to reveal her ruse, Yohana kept her eyes shut, concealing her deception from him.

"Open your eyes," Iskander said and pulled her body up. But she was determined not to open her eyes. He poked her cheek with a finger, again asking her to stop the act.

"I'll kiss you if you don't open your eyes this time," Iskander said in a stern tone.

'Really? I know you won't kiss me. If you had to, then you would not have asked me,' Yohana thought in her mind.

In the blink of an eye, Iskander's lips met Yohana's, shattering her facade entirely. Her eyes flew open, widening in surprise as she felt his bare chest beneath her hands. Reacting instinctively, she pushed him away.

Iskander's smirk only widened as he pulled her closer, his hand sliding to the small of her back, fingers weaving into her hair. "I warned you about deceiving me," he murmured, his lips claiming hers again.

As they kissed, Iskander couldn't help but notice the faint taste of strawberries, realizing Yohana's lip color must have been infused with strawberry extract.

Yohana clenched her fists, attempting to break free from Iskander's grasp. Desperate to avoid his kiss, she resorted to biting his bottom lip with force.

Iskander recoiled, hissing in pain as he wiped the blood from his finger. Still holding her firmly, he commented, "Seems like this Little Wolf bites as well." Ignoring her resistance, he drew her close again, burying his face in the curve of her neck. "Your scent is unique," he whispered.

Suddenly, Yohana felt a wave of dizziness overwhelm her, darkness creeping into her vision. Despite her efforts to fight it off, she succumbed to unconsciousness, her head resting against Iskander's shoulder as her body went limp.