Chapter 40 The Lady's Guest

• Sitting in a meeting with corrupt old men while my mate went around without a mark made me itch. I made excuses for her because I could see she was not ready. I took to avoiding her because I felt how wary she had become of me. It may be fear induced by how cruelly I had killed her first mate or something else, something else I did not know, but it seemed Amethyst did not want our mate bond. I tugged at the button on my shirt.
• The urge to touch, to possess, to bury myself in her and never let her go – It slammed into me at odd hours of the day. My wolf snarled at me to mark her, to hold her because it felt like she was slipping through my fingers. Possessiveness tramped rationality and reason most of the time but I held myself back. If she glimpsed a fraction of the urges eating at me, she would be terrified. They terrified me.
• “Your Majesty, about the rumours surrounding ‘that woman,’ what do you say –“ Alpha David, the leader of the New Alphas, and the supposed opposition of the True Alphas said.