Dealing With a Problem

Chase

Fuck.

I grabbed Harper by the arms and all but shoved her away from me.

She sighed, a glint in her eyes, “I like it rough, Chase.”, she said with a smirk as she walked back to me, trying once again to circle her arms around my neck.

“Stay. The fuck. Away from me.”, I growled, my control slipping and my aura coming through just enough to have her pausing.

“Chase? Come on! I was only playing.”, she said, though the look in her eyes said otherwise.

“Don’t EVER touch me again. You are not my mate. You dare to address me by the name that only those closest to me have permission to use?”, I boomed at her. My anger growing greater at the pain I could feel my mate feeling through the bond.

“But, she called you Chase. I heard her.”, Harper complained, sounding every bit like the snarky bitch she is.

“You are not her. From now on, you are to bow and address me as Your Royal Highness or Royal Highness Wyndmoor. Understood?”, I growled, making it known that this was an order, not a polite