The Warrior Wolf

Epilogue

I watch from the otherwise of the bar. Her head in a book, sipping on something that looks non-alcoholic. She's a vision. A true beauty and goddess right before me. Her strawberry blonde hair calls to me. He curvy body screams for me to take care of. Her beautiful blue eyes fill whatever empty space I have for her.

She flips a page over and continues to read. Ignoring all the stares and ogling from other males. She's in her own world. Completely oblivious to the world around her and all the men wanting her. But I had a chance, I was her Prince after all. She just had to be mine, she was just calling to me. Every single inch of me was wanting her.

"What's a beautiful she-wolf doing in a bar, reading a book about strategies?" I smirk at her.

She ignores me, continuing to read her book. She takes a sip of her drink and then flips the page over.

"It's your last day of freedom, sweetheart." I raise an eyebrow. "Join me?" I wink.

She finally looks up from her book. "I'd rather stick pins in my eyes." And she returns to her book.

"Now that's just not nice to say to your Prince."

"Does it look like I'm interested?" She turns to look at me. "Excuse me, your highness. But I'd rather not sleep with someone that just walked out of the bathroom, not 5 minutes ago, who just enjoyed an easy fuck."

"Woah, calm down." I try to grab her. She wriggles out of my grasp.

"I'm trying to enjoy my last night of freedom, without any interruptions. Please just leave me alone to read my book, in peace." She takes her drink and walks away from me. She walks over to a guy who looks as shocked as anyone in the bar.

No one has ever disrespected me. She had balls, serious ones to actually stand up to me like that and call me on my easy fucks. She was working her charms and I was falling hard for her. Despite the disrespect, she was just calling me towards her. Everything about her screamed 'make me yours.'

She took a seat next to the guy, who was still shocked at what happened. Frankly the bar was as well. She looks back at her book and continues to read it. She pulls a pen out from behind her ear and starts writing in the book. She turns to the guy and starts having a conversation about the book. I'm suddenly extremely jealous of that guy. I want to be next to her.

I watch from afar as she reads and has small conversations with the man in the booth with her. She takes small sips of her drink every so often and then returns her focus on the book. I eventually get up and have some more courage to walk over to her. I wanted her.

"Excuse me," I ask the pair at the booth, "this seat taken?" I gesture to the seat beside her.

"Certainly not, your highness." The man in the booth allows me to seat next to her. "I'm Gerard Christiansen. We've met a few times." He puts his hand out and I shake it.

I nod at the man. "Right, usually at Winter's memorial dinners."

The she-wolf perks up at the sound of that. She watches the pair of us chat for a little while, catching up. I knew he looked familiar from somewhere, I just didn't know where from. I hadn't been for a while, as I didn't know the woman, I just let my parents go and I stayed at the palace. Gerard talks about when we were kids we played a lot together.

The she-wolf keeps her eyes on the book, as I chat with Gerard. She looks up from her book, only to see her watch. "Alright, bed time." She starts to get up, but I block her way. "Excuse me your highness, but may I get through?"

"Actually, I'm quiet comfortable here." I smirk at her.

She picks up her drink and stands up on the booth seat. She steps onto the table, stepping in front of me and Gerard. She jumps off the table, thankfully not slipping or falling. She turns around and looks at Gerard.

"I'll see you in the room." She says.

"Yeah, I'll see you soon, Croft." He smiles back at her. I grab her wrist, pulling her closer to my side of the booth. I place a hand on her hip.

"What?" I ask her. "No goodbye kiss?"

Gerard and I chuckle at her reaction, she turns around and looks at me. "Oh, I'm so sorry your highness." She saunters up to me, leaning forward puckering up and ready for the kiss of a lifetime.

Instead of her lips grazing mine, I feel something cold and wet getting poured onto my head. Next thing I know is that her drink is spilt all over me. She doesn't even apologise to me, gives me a quick wave before retreating and getting her fucking cute ass out of the bar. A few high fives and cheers from other males in the room, as she makes her way out.

"Dude, you've got it bad." Gerard pisses himself laughing. "You're already in love with her and it's only been 10 minutes."

And in the moment, I realised I was in love with her.

I watch from afar, Spencer at the bar reading a book. Just like the first day I had ever seen her. Her beauty still astonishes me and she's still as oblivious as ever about the stares. But this time, she's all mine and no body could have her. She's made for me. I growl, protectively over her, heads snap and focus on other things beside my beautiful mate. I stride over to her, removing the book from her hands.

"Hey, I was in the middle of a chapter." She pouts. I bend down, taking that pout into my mouth. Making every male in the room jealous of what an amazing woman I had.

"I don't care." I smirk against her lips, as we kiss each other.

"You're mother gave me this book. I need to read this to help me become a better Queen."

"You're going to make a better queen than my mother. And you know why, because you'l have me beside you every step of the way."

She blushes. "So you're my lucky charm?"

"I'm always your lucky charm." I chuckle, taking her with me as we walk away from the bar in the Palace. "C'mon, your son needs your attention. You know how he gets without being with his mum."

"My son now?" She raises an eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure he is our son, your highness."

I groan at that name. "It's your majesty, now."

"Well I'm sorry, your majesty." She rolls her eyes and bows to me. I slap her ass, playfully which causes her to squeal and then chase me through the halls of the palace. I chase her throughout the halls until we reach our room. I push her gently against the draw, hands on her hips and my lips devouring every single inch of her.

My lips my contact with my mark against her neck. She moans out and suddenly she feels my third leg against her thigh.

"And I thought you said our son needs us?" She groans, as I push myself closer to her.

"He can wait, while I give him another sibling." I smirk against her mark, kissing her neck.

"What if he already has another sibling?" She breathes out.

I pull away. "I'm pretty sure I would kn-..." And then it hits me. "Your pregnant?"

She blushes and smiles up at me. Nodding her head at my comment. I pick her up, squealing as I twirl her around in the air. I pull her down and kiss her again. "I'm so fucking lucky I bumped into you at the bar."

"Bumped? More like harassed me." She pokes a finger into my chest.

"But it was totally worth it." I smirk. "I love you so much, General."

"I love you so much too, your highness." She cheekily answers. I growl, pushing the bedroom door wide open and slamming it shut to have my way with her.

She was everything I needed, everything I wanted. I wouldn't have been able to live another day without her by my side, as my mate, my queen. She was the love of my life and I was going to prove to her every single second of every day that she was mine. I was going to make her happy, make her feel welcome and love every single inch of her.

She was all mine. My General. My Warrior Wolf.