The Alpha and His Princess

Damon

As I headed for the comfort of my own space I pondered this woman who had just come into my life. She was an enigma. Shy, reserved almost naive? But the side of her I  just met in her bedroom was independent and fierce.

I was fully aroused when she shut that bathroom door in my face. No one had spoken to me that way and not felt the weight of my Alpha after. But as she put me in my place my wolf stayed quiet.

Our mate is our equal, our partner. Not a subject to control.

My wolf had whined for her internally upset that I had become angry with her. He was already too damn attached.

Once we are married we will mark her as our mate.

I told my wolf to pipe down. I wasn't marking Akira unless she knew the real me and didn't 🏃🏾‍♂️ scared. Didn't deny me. Or run away out of fear.

Fuck.

This arrangement was becoming increasingly complicated.

Back in my room I called Xander. I needed to get my mind off the Princess Akira.

He answered immediately.

"Report?"

"The rogue is gone Dame. Our best tracker is out there. But we are coming up blank."

"Xander increase the perimeter guards. The wedding is in 3 days it can't be a coincidence." I hung up skipping the farewells.

We hadn't had a rogue werewolf that didn't register with the Lycan embassy here in years. My gut told me this was not a coincidence with the arrival of my human bride. We hadn't even announced our betrothal. The official statement would be released in the morning. So the question was why?

My soon to be coronation was old news now that father had officially passed the Alpha to me and I accepted. The coronation was for show.

As I pondered the motives, the days events weighed on me. Realizing and admitting Callie was not my mate, meeting Akira, fighting with Akira and now this rogue were.

Sleep came upon me before I gave it permission.

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I woke up fully aroused. My night had been filled with images of the princess in that towel. I remembered the smoothness of her sweet skin as I ran my fingertip along her stark, protruding collarbone.

She didn't eat enough.

In my dreams I pulled the clip from her damp hair and let it fall down her back as I pulled that towel away revealing her fully to me. My hand reached for my arousal on its own accord. I ached to taste her lips as I began to stroke myself with fervor. I imagined her nipples would be a dark pink shade. And taut as the cool air blew across her breasts. I ached to hear her moan my name as I tasted the skin along her neck.

My hand was moving at a breakneck speed as I  daydreamed of my soon to be wife.

Mate.

As the word popped into my conscious mind I imagined me entering her sweet, wet body as my wolf took over marking her as my own. Our mental link solidifying as we felt each others pleasure...

My cock exploded at the thought. And I came violently across my bare abs. I growled as the orgasm racked my body from head to toe.

Fuck. Me.

As my body came down from the mind blowing orgasm, I realized I had never envisioned another she-wolf this way. Marked as my own. we talked a lot of mating but I had never envisioned actually marking Callie. I had strung her along for longer than I should have and I owed her an apology. But first I needed a shower, clean sheets that did not smell of sex and I needed to see my Princess.