The Demon King And His Forbidden Werewolf Queen

"Returning so soon without any harm, I suppose you must've chickened out," the taunting voice remarked, causing me to pause and turn around. "It appears you hold some animosity towards me, Elder," I stated, meeting his gaze. "I hold no ill will towards you, young lady. It's the abomination within you that I cannot tolerate," he bluntly declared. "What has become of the creature inside you?" I asked, maintaining a calm demeanor. "They're despicable, unworthy, and incapable of facing beings like us," he spat at me. "What's your plan, Elder?" I inquired further. "Depart from the king and return whence you came; we do not welcome you here. Our sovereign deserves better," he replied, glaring at me with intense hatred. Trapped between being despised as a wolf and enduring both physical and mental abuse from a demon obsessed with her mate, Lilian's burdens were immense. Would she rise above the slander or would a greater threat, one capable of claiming not only her life but those she cared about and the throne itself, loom large?