17- When The King Begs

“I was thinking of marking you,” Theodore said, his words ringing in my head.

Clothes fell from my arms as I stared at him in disbelief and shock. Fear coursed my veins at the mere thought of having his canines deep inside my skin, blood oozing out of my shoulders. My hands immediately went to caress my belly.

“Hey, hey, stop panicking. I won’t do that without your consent. Come, you need to bathe first. And then we can talk about marking. It’s important, Serenity. With increasing danger, you need to be marked. I need to know where you are. To protect you, I need to be able to read your mind. If you are in any kind of danger, you should be able to communicate it to me. In one way or the other.” He said, gently tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, and I sucked in a breath.

“Won’t it hurt me?” I asked him, looking at him silently, and he hummed, taking me inside the bathroom, and making me sit on the small perch as he dipped his palm in the water before turning the tap off.

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