Royally Rogue

Eggs

Arabella 

"Soooo, do you like eggs?" Xander, the smooth-skinned and white-toothed Alpha said as he moved his own eggs around on his plate with a fork.

"Yeah, I like eggs," I said casually, looking down at my own breakfast plate. Last night, he had ordered the head chef to deliver some food to Melanie and I. I made sure to smell it before eating, trying to figure out if there was any poison. I have to be honest here... I don't trust them. And I'm sure nobody trusts me. I had Melanie play my role since my white hair would definitely give me away and sent rumors racing through the pack. The chef took one look at Melanie and scrunched their nose. I hid behind the door, but I don't think they bought Melanie's act of "I am the luna". 

After we had eaten, we shared the bed. It was slightly awkward, but It turns out neither of us moves very much in the night, so sharing space wasn't all that big of a deal. 

I let her stay because I sympathized with her disorientation. I mean, we're in the enemies territory... sleeping together was probably the safest I'll feel in a while. But she slept in, I didn't. So here I was, eating breakfast with the enemy, my mate.

Tonight though... I'd have to sleep in the same room as him.

I feared even saying his name in my head. The mere thought sent electricity all the way from the back of my head to my lower stomach. It was intense; natural, some would say. But I didn't just want to blindly fall, especially after the longstanding rift between our two packs. 

I mean, I got to know him on the floor of the bathroom... Back then, I settled for simple answers, but things change.

Just like plans to kill royal families change.

Do I fall for him? Bond our packs together? Save the realm a whole ton of bloodshed? Or do I fight against this, and try to take the logical route and figure out a way beyond mating... Not knowing what to do really pissed me off.

I bit my tongue in frustration, stabbing my egg violently and making that irking scratching sound on the plate.

"You sure you like eggs?" I heard the sweet, melodic sound of my mate say cautiously. My gaze zoned upwards to see one of his dark brows arched and those perfect lips in a worried frown. I fell speechless for a moment, giving in to the feelings of lust, want, romance... I could feel my teeth letting go of my bottom lip and my tongue coming out to lick it.

He stared at the motion, grip on his napkin tightening tenfold. 

I felt a weird sense of pride in my ability to make him lose his composure. The thoughts in my head were slowly drowning out to the sound of melodic purring. I felt the temperature of my skin radiating, and my thoughts obscuring...

Xander... his name alone shook me to the core. Xander had noticed the change and was leaning forward, eyes predatory and focused on me. And I liked it. I liked the way he wanted me. And only me...