The Alpha's Reluctant Temptation
Her hair was damp, sticking to her cheeks, her clothes clinging to her like she’d been running in the rain—and yet she carried herself like she was ready to sass the crown itself.
I instantly liked her.
“Well,” I said, wringing water out of my hair, “I didn’t think royalty kept humans around unless it was for… you know.” I waved my hand vaguely, miming a womb sponsor motion.
Sugar’s lips curved into the kind of smirk that could slice steel. “Sweetheart, I’m no sponsor. I’m the whole damn factory.”
I snorted so loudly Gregor muttered, “Gods, kill me now.”
Prince Leon, of course, didn’t flinch. He set Sugar gently on a velvet chaise by the fire, like she was glass instead of sass in human form
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