Chapter 21

JAREK

Lying in bed I toss a football up and down in the air, trying not to think about the Princess. Her perfect full lips and bright green eyes haunt my dreams both day and night. If I don't stay away from her, it won't be long until my wolf convinces me to accept the mate bond. He has never wanted anything more than he wants Keena.

'She isn't our type,' I try to explain to my wolf but he isn't listening. He just keeps flashing pictures of her through my mind.

'She is my type,' Kane growls loudly in my head.

'How can she be your type when she doesn't have a wolf. She would never be able to mark us in return.' I groan as I get to my feet.

My dick is throbbing against my jeans as I think about marking Keena. Even my body is betraying me. As I walk into my bathroom to take an ice cold shower I hear the blaring of the horns off in the distance. I look out of the small window in my bathroom and see warriors running from their houses towards the Royal Mansion.

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