The Royal Alpha

Chapter 69: Hybrid Pup

SIERRA

"What?" he growls and then pulls me up by my arm gently yet firmly and pulls me close so that our chests are touching. My nipples harden at the feel of his hard chest. My body always betrays me! Here, I am trying to have a serious conversation but my body is busy preparing itself for her mate's touch.

How gross is it? Pathetic even.

"Tell me, mate and this time take a pause in between," he whispers in my ears no doubt noticing my body's response to his touch. My suspicions are confirmed when he nibbles on my ears. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, letting his scent into my body before preparing myself to speak.

"Do you think of me as a power-hungry mate?" I ask finally not actually knowing of how he will react.

He let's go of me completely and I sway for a moment not at all expecting this reaction from him. My fears are confirmed. He does think of me like that. Oh, no! What am I going to do?

"I think you should rest for some time. Are you not feeling well?" he asks completely ignoring my earlier words. I stare at him for a few seconds and then realise that he thinks my brain isn't working that's why I am talking like that. He thinks that I have gone crazy! Call me a lunatic!

Urgh! No.

"Fenris, pay attention. I am fine. Now, answer me," I say unable to keep calm now. I am baffled.

"You are talking like you've gone crazy. Why the hell would I think you are power-hungry?" he asks clearly not thinking in the way I am.

"Don't you understand. My previous pack's people thought that I was power-hungry for wanting Aztec. Then I rejected you for him, confirming their suspicions and now when I accept you, a royal wolf, don't you think that everyone's going to think that I am indeed a power-hungry mate?" I ask in a rush, not letting him interrupt me.

"When did you realise that you accept my claim?" he asks me. I don't know where he is going with this and want to demand that he answer my question first but refrain from doing so.

"After you left for your pack. After I foolishly rejected your claim the second time," I whisper remembering that night quite clearly. What a foolish person I am? I might even win the world's most foolish person award.

"Did you know that I am a prince then?" he asks.

"No."

"Then it's clear. You are not a power-hungry mate. Okay? Now promise me that we won't be having such pathetic conversations ever again."

I stare up at him in shock wondering if he's for real when he walks up to me and kisses my forehead softly.

"Why would you believe me?" I ask. I can't quite help myself here.

"You forget that your mate is an empath, baby. I can segregate all your emotions, even the slightest one which you might not feel completely. With you, since I marked you, your emotions are like a beacon to me. I can feel your emotions clearly and all I felt was guilt. Not once did I feel greed. If you were a power-hungry person, as you claim to be, you would've felt greed, and not guilt. I trust you and I feel your love for me even when you are not expressing it," he explains.

My eyes water and I launch myself at him, knowing full well that he'll catch me and he does.

"Oh, Fenris! I love you. I am sorry. I love you so much," I blabber in his neck while he chuckles and carries me to the bed to lay me down gently and starts rubbing my belly in that comforting manner of his. I snuggle into him, relieved now that he doesn't feel like that about me and thank the goddess for the nth time for making Fenris my mate.