a nerd and a prince

Meetings and Weak Knees

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As soon as the scent hit his nose, Roman's knees almost buckled. He caught himself in time, leaning up against the wall and watched as the source of the divine scent walked by.

"Excuse me," Roman called out, reaching out. "What's your name? I don't think I've seen you around here before."

The other man turned around and all Roman could see was piercing dark blue eyes. All he could think was mine, MATE, NOW. Roman quickly shook himself out of his thoughts as soon as the other started speaking.

"The new royal tutor, Your Highness." He bowed.

Roman smiled "I didn't ask for your title, I asked what your name is." He stepped forward. "And none of that bowing shit, I'm not a fan of that."

"Sorry, Your Highness," He straightened up and held out his hand. "My name is Logan, Logan Mitchell."

"Hi," Roman grasped Logan's hand. "Roman, Roman Sanders."

"Yes, I know." Logan laughed. "You're kind of the prince, the king's son, alpha extraordinaire! I'm pretty sure everyone in the kingdom knows who you are."

"Alpha extraordinaire, huh?" Roman smirked, leaning forward closer to him.

"No offense, but I don't think your father would appreciate you flirting with your new tutor." Logan took a step back. "And, I'm not royalty, so I'm not even in your range."

Roman was surprised. "But you're the same age as me. How are you qualified for this? No offense, there's absolutely nothing wrong with you, you're perfect and gorgeous. And my father believes I should marry out of love, not out of orders."

Logan smiled sweetly, stepped closer, right next to his ear. Roman's mouth watered, Logan's scent was intoxicating and his mind was clouded with lust. He could feel Logan's warm breath on his scent glands, and Roman almost growled. God, who was this man? "Maybe you should focus on more important things than getting in my pants, Your Highness." Logan whispered in his ear and suddenly pulled away. Roman nearly whined at the loss. "I'm one of the most educated people from outside the palace walls, and I'd hardly call myself flawless, but thank you for the compliment." He spun on his heels before walking away with impeccable posture.

"If I may ask, Mr. Mitchell," Roman called out. "What might you be?" He silently prays he's not an omega.

"Maybe later, Your Highness." Oh my god.

Holy fuck, Roman was screwed.