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Nikolai's POV The fresh scent of soap was all I could smell now; it filled the bathroom with the lingering steam. I felt my cheeks heat up as I remembered what his father had said. I can't believe Art let me go in there knowing I smelled like sex. Like him. Like his essence. My face became hotter, and the heat traveled to my ears. I covered my face and groaned. How many people smelled that? I wondered, but at the same time, I didn't want to know. It would only worsen my embarrassment.I raked my fingers through my hair, gently working the tangles from the curls. I applied a little styling cream to keep the frizz at bay, and I was ready to face everyone again. Though this time without smelling like Art just came all over me. I froze with my hand on the doorknob. I felt heat blooming low in my stomach as I pictured myself covered in his essence. I squeezed my thighs together and groaned. “Fuck!” I cursed under my breath, turning back to the sink to splash my face with cold water. Afte
Third Person's POV “Son… It's been a long time.In fact, it's been too long,” King Philip said, stepping forward to get a better look at his son. Art didn't know what to say; he was suddenly at a loss for words. He's been running from his father for 20 years, but even so, he would be lying if he said he didn't miss him. “Do you know how much money and resources I had to use these past 20 years to find you? Do you know how much of a headache you've caused for not just me, but your mother, your sister, brother, and the entire Kingdom! What were you thinking?”Art scuffed and stepped back, away from his father. “So typical of you! Here I was thinking I missed you, but then you opened your mouth, and I see nothing has changed!” Art said, his chest tightened. For a moment, he thought this reunion would turn out the way he always wished it would. But his father is proving that nothing will ever change. He will remain the same ornery, overly strict man he's always been.“Is that so? And w
Third Person's POVPaxton's hair was light orange as he curiously looked at everyone they passed while making their way to the alpha's office. His nose flared, and Art had to stop the curious little thing from following an Omega, and a minute later, a Delta 2 with long, dark curly hair. He thought his dark curls resembled the color of chocolate and wondered if they smelled like it, too. He frowned when Art tugged him away, not allowing him to smell the Delta's hair. “Does it smell like chocolate?” Paxton asked, looking up at Art curiously, his hair the prettiest color of light orange to match his curiosity. “Does what smell like chocolate?”“His hair? It was the color of chocolate. I wonder if it smelled like it,” Paxton said, looking back and catching a glimpse of the long, chocolate-colored curls just before the Delta turned the corner. Art raised an eyebrow, and Nikolai chuckled. “I wouldn't know. I've never smelled his hair.”“Well, someone should smell it! I bet it does,” the
Adrian's POV I can't believe this man! I laughed as he grabbed at my hips while kissing the back of my neck. He waited until we reached my floor before he began his assault, sucking, kissing, and nipping at my neck while his hands tugged at me.I tried my hardest not to be aroused by it, but I quickly learned how impossible that was. Just the touch of his fingertips caused goosebumps to spread like a wildfire across my body. The flick of his tongue against my neck caused my heart to palpitate, and my breath stuttered. I was at his mercy by each tender touch, and when I spun around to look into his exotic blue eyes, I was stunned by their beauty, and my breath was taken. I'm hopelessly turned into a slave of his love. My heart forever beats for him, and just the touch of his fingertips turns me into a shuddering mess, and longing for more. But when I touch him, I see he's in the same helpless mess. His heart beats forever for me, and the touch of my fingertips brings him to his knees
Third Person's POV The fairy stayed close to Art, holding onto his arm as they walked through the pack house. His hair remained light blue as he cautiously looked at everyone they passed. Each time he got scared, his hair turned black, and when he relaxed, it changed to dark purple.He was a curious little thing. People who looked nice had his hair turning light orange in curiosity, sniffing them as they passed. Occasionally, the small fairy would turn to follow them when his curiosity was piqued, turning his hair brighter orange. Art had to grab Pax each time he turned and tried to follow someone. It raised quite a few eyebrows. The people there weren't used to seeing a small 4'10” person with colorful hair and purple eyes eagerly following them. “The people here remind me of the village, not the castle. The people in the castle are too strict,” Pax said. “Like that one,” he whispered, pointing at an Alpha warrior walking past them. His posture was rigid, and reminded him of the pe
Third Person's POV “Why did he link me too? He wasn't even talking to me,” Nikolai said as he pulled his shirt over his head. “To let you know, he knew about you. To show he knew where you were, and he can force your link open whenever he wants. To assert his dominance, and scare you, because he's a dick like that.” Art said as he buttoned up his shirt. “Well… it worked!” Nikolai mumbled as he pulled his shoe on and tied it. Art sighed as he turned away from the mirror and looked at his mate as he stood. He placed his hands on his mate's hips and pulled him closer before wrapping his arms around him. “I'm sorry that you're in this mess with me now. I wish things were different. I wish I had been born to normal parents, not royal blood. It would make things so much easier for us,” Art said, bringing his hand to Nikolai's face and caressing it as he soaked in his beauty. The older Alpha swore he would never tire of looking into his mate's beautiful face.“I don't know what's going t







