#1 in the Kingdom series
Sneak peak -
Xavier growled possessively, walking towards me like the predator that he truly was. Staring into the endless pools of his eyes, I saw as raw, primitive need took over every ounce of him and all it did was turn...
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Chapter XXXIII
I had no words. My emotions were all over the place, scattered.
I was so confused. Why would she do that?
"What were you thinking?!?" I exclaimed breathlessly, looking at Sasha.
She burst into tears and crumpled on the floor, making me feel bad.
I got out of bed, walked over to her and helped her get off the floor.
In between sobs, she hugged me, "I'm so tired, I don't know what's happening."
Sasha was not a werewolf so it was natural for her to feel lost in her heat, having no control over what happens to her body.
A heat any which ways was crazy, a werewolf barely gets by. I can't even imagine what she's going through. And all of it was technically my fault, I felt bad.
I was responsible for something that was out of my control or awareness.
It wasn't fair - not for her, not for me.
"Come on." I said as I led her to my room.
She was still sniffing by the time I had seated her on the edge of my bed.
I was barely functioning myself, my mind going in every direction.
Sasha coughs, "Aren't you"*Sniff*, "cold."
I looked down and realized I was in my lingerie. There were goosebumps rising across my entire body, it was suddenly very cold.
Was my heat leaving my body?
Looking out a window I realized the first ray of light was breaking through.
Sighing heavily I looked over at Sasha, "Why don't you go and take a nice warm bath?"
"Can I trust you to be on your own?" She asked, eyes puffed.
"I'm okay now." I replied honestly.
There were so many thoughts running through my mind at that very moment.
Xavier was going to be so mad at me for asking to be marked. Ugh!
It wasn't my fault that he somehow managed to reach this floor.
Deep down I knew that everything I had said, I had meant. But was I really ready to be marked? Because I knew for a fact that being marked didn't just mean accepting Xavier. It meant accepting the throne, my role in it and leaving behind Hawaii, my family and god knows what.
