A Human Mate

The King sat back on the sofa across from her. He was ridiculously relaxed for someone who was suffocating her while pretending he was willing to give her space.

She was forced into a corner, he wasn't allowing her more time to gather her thoughts much less come up with an alternative. Fidgeting with her fingers, she sighed before finally breaking the ice.

“An abandoned Princess of an insignificant Kingdom was never a threat to your authority, my King.” she began softly, head held up as she avoided his gaze.

Ambrose snorted at how conceited she was to assume otherwise. She wasn't a threat to him. She was his weakness.

A human mate.

To humor her, he tilted his head at her inquiringly. “I'm surprised you realized just now.”

“You are a beast-born and I'm a mere human. I was thrown in that room to be mauled by you and I barely escaped within an inch of my life.” she boldly pointed out, “If you were to risk that all for a slight fancy with a lesser woman, your reputation would be de