King

Thirty-Three

The feeling of electric fingertips on my arms woke me from my sleep. My eyes flutter open and I move away from them, knowing exactly who it was. "Go away." I said, waking up more as the ache in my heart returned.

"Amira please." He said pleadingly, reaching for my arm again. "Please look at me, your hurting me with this." He begged and I sat up, looking at him with pure anger. It wasn't just mine though, it was the voices.

My eyes narrowed into slits and I stood abruptly, feeling slightly dizzy at the suddenness of my movements. "How dare you?" I said accusingly." So how I felt yesterday when you rejected me just doesn't matter compared to the King's emotions? "I said in disbelief as he just stared at me. He carried no emotions in his eyes. "Fuck you Beau! Get out of my room." I said and turned my back to him, walking to the bathroom.

"You have every right to be upset with me." I heard him say as he stood. "But, "he grabbed my arm and glared. "You have no right to speak to me that way." He growled and for a minute I was afraid, but then the emotions of my voice caught me and I yanked my arm free.

"You have no right to speak to me that way." I hissed with so much venom. "Now get out unless you have something else to say than sorry." I growled out, turning away from him and walking into the bathroom. I slammed the door behind me and braced myself against the counter. I smiled into the mirror, pride washing over me as I stared at beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

'Good job. I have no hell what's wrong with him, but you have shown what respect as his equal he needs to give you.'

I nodded to myself pushing off of the counter. There was a knock on the door and my smile slightly fell.

"Amira I would like to talk. "He said and I stayed silent." Amira come on, please. I'd like to explain myself and apologize...please." Beau pleaded, a miserable subtleness to his voice.

I stayed very still for a moment, contemplating staying angry or hearing him out. Despite the searing anger that the voice still persuaded me with, I opened the door. Beau's relieved face greeted mine and he moved out of the way for me to leave the bathroom. I brushed past quickly, going to sit on my bed.

He walked slowly, crouching in front of me like my father used to when he had something important to tell me. Beau grabbed my face with his hands, keeping our eyes trained on one another. "I. Love. You." He said gently." More than you will ever know, centuries upon centuries I have loved you." He said, the genuinely in his voice making my heart flutter. "Even when you weren't around to love." He said sadly. My hands came to rest on his, an automatic response to try and comfort him.

We sat in silence for a long while, just staring at one another. He licked his lips and looked down. "I have lost you too many times...Amira you have no idea how that feels. To lose someone you love not once but dozens of times." He said desperately." I'm not sure how...or why but as soon as we let our love for each other...as mates bring us together you leave me. "He explained and looked up into my eyes. I could see little tears in his eyes and I frowned.

"Beau-

"Just listen." He said and I shut my mouth." Amira...I'm scared." He said with honesty." I don't want to lose you again...I don't want you to remember yet because their favorite time to take you from me is then." He said desperately." I'm afraid that when I mark you and mate you we won't have the chance to have a family. Or my worst fear is that you will have our family...but die before you or I can see the beauty of it." He said and cleared his throat. He pressed our foreheads together as tears pooled my own eyes. "I love you and I know my words were harsh but...I assumed you could handle it...that maybe you'd be able to just hold on." He said and wiped a stray tear of mine.