The Alpha King's Mate
Lowering my face to hers to speak to her, our lips are almost touching
‘You're my mate,’ I say, in between breaths.
‘No, I’m not,’ she retorts. It hasn’t escaped my notice that I’m lying on top of her stark naked.
I do not move because I don’t want her running off again.
‘I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to know why you are running away from me and how you could manipulate the wind like that? We are mates.’ I explain.
My hands, still on her wrists, suddenly feel very hot. I