His Forsaken Luna-Chapter 13: Sweet Gifts (2)
Alpha Prince Eryx crosses his arms against his broad chest, biceps straining against his leather armour.
Today, he was dressed more for battle, perhaps even a hunt, but black belts crisscrossed his chest, holding two gigantic swords on his back, weapons that a Were like him didn’t even need. The armour was unlike our own, most definitely lighter and fitter for warmer climates, but the fur-collared cloak added that layer of warmth. Weres’ had high body temperatures anyway, but the snow could still cause ice sickness and a Southern Were most definitely struggled in our weather.
As it were, the Prince was eyeing my bare shoulders like I was crazy. Then I realised we’d been observing each other quietly for a few minutes. Heat coiled around us. The tension burst when I glanced at the carcasses. "So that really is a romantic gesture?"
He tilted his head. "Do you mock me?" Before I can answer, he speaks again, dismissing his question. "This is purely for appearances. People need to believe that I’m sincerely pursuing you."
"Erm... Why?" I was feeling a little scatterbrained, jumping from the Prince taking over my study and the carcasses, and now, something about pursuing me for appearances?
What appearances? Does he not know I hold little to no power in this kingdom? He is not very smart and picked the wrong person to try and blackmail.
"Have you thought more about my offer?" Prince Eryx asks, dismissing my question like it wasn’t worth answering. Rude.
"Offer?" Holding my arms together, I scoff, "More like a threat."
"Tomato, tomato." Eryx glances at Soren and Theo like he’d only just realised they were there-- so much for a big bad Southern Alpha Prince.
He frowns, anger slashing across his features, pupils dilating into his wolf’s. I’d completely forgotten about the two men, my attention duly on the Prince and the ruckus he was causing in my already dreary life. They hadn’t been dismissed and were now witnessing our meeting.
Wait, is he visibly growing taller and wider? Power thrums from him, and goosebumps flourish on my skin in response. I’m both in horror and awe at the Alpha Prince.
I snap out of it. "Soren and Theo stay," I ground out and feel his intense eyes return to mine. "He is my knight, and Theo, my slave."
Eryx steps closer, finger and thumb pinching my chin. My thighs clench together at the sudden sparks shooting across my body, heat penetrating my blood at that single touch. "And I am your chosen mate," he drawls, eyes darkening, lips twisting into a righteous smirk. "Or did our night together mean so little to you?"
He sniffs dramatically, looking heartbroken. His dramatics stops abruptly, and his eyebrows shoot up in alarm. He leans closer and inhales deeply. Beside my ear, his warm breaths tingle down my neck. My hands ball into fists as his scent wraps around me, and warmth flutters against my core.
"So soon?" He whispers seductively, which makes a shiver run across my body.
I bite my lip, overly aware my scent grows stronger the more he touches me. The heat is returning! I presumed mating with someone would keep these urges at bay. No, they did. This was just a dull ache, like when I started feeling the heat’s effects months ago.
Stepping back, I knock his hand from my face and glare up at the massive tree trunk of a man. "What do you want?" My eyes narrow as the side of his lips twitch up as he stares at the hand I’d smacked. They then flick to me, eyes gleaming in challenge and some other emotion I cannot place.
"You will see me every other day. To the public, we will look interested in each other. You will do whatever I tell you to," Prince Eryx stated, his voice a slight rumble, the reverberation pounding the order into my skin. "Do I make myself clear?"
My lips open and shut a few times before his burning stare is too much. "Yes." My jaw snaps shut in irritation.
"Yes, what?" He is too close again, face invading my space. His scent almost makes me lean toward him to feel his touch. But his touch burns.
"Yes, Alpha?" Wait, why am I saying that?
His fingers are on my chin again. This time, I can’t help the prickling heat on my skin, the ache between my thighs, and the pleading expression on my face. I still hold some semblance of sanity left, though—I think—and hold his searing stare.
"Yes, Eryx," he whispers, his lips almost brushing against mine. "Follow my orders, and I won’t tell anyone about your depravity and... I can help you conceal it as well."
My mouth drops open at his insinuation. "I don’t need your help!" I push at his chest, and my hands almost break at the brick wall of muscle. He doesn’t budge!
I mildly recall someone calling out to me, and the Alpha Prince rumbles in warning, glaring to the side before his hand scoops behind my head and tugs at the ribbon holding my hair together. My locks fall down in messy waves, and he leans towards them before the same hand brushes along a sensitive mark on the nape of my neck.
My legs tremble at his touch. "Are you sure?" He inhales deeply, holding a strand of my hair to his nose. "Delicious. Like the rays of the sun kissing my skin and cock."
I swallow thickly, fortunately, or unfortunately aware of my body’s reactions to him. "Stop forcing your sun fetish on me, Eryx," I snarl, finding my equilibrium once more. I slip from his hold and turn my back on him with a swish of my long locks for dramatic effect.
"If that’s all, Eryx, you can see yourself out." I’m marching, almost running along the hallway before the big oaf can respond. Soren slams the door shut behind him as I stomp my boots away and burst into the blistering cold, needing the snow to cool my loins.
Maybe I should roll around in the snow and look crazed, as well as a villainous, forsaken princess?
It’s not as bad as it has been, but one thing has been made clear: Eryx Solarius awakens my heat. I need to avoid him as much as possible. This is going to be problematic.
