Page 11 of Claimed By Prince Daddy

“And why the hell did you go meet him in the gardens?”

I had whirled. “I didn’t meet him!” I had beat at my chest. “I just wanted to escape, so I went to the gardens because I couldn’t sleep. He came to me.”

My mother had stiffened. “He stalked you?” Her claws had sliced out.

I shook my head, immediately sensing my mother’s bloodlust. “No, Mom.” I sighed. “Honestly, perhaps he was trying to escape the knowledge of our mate bond like I was. But when we saw each other, the mating bond pulled us both under. That’s why we embraced.” I had eyed my arms. “That’s why his scent clings to me, Father.”

My lower lip trembled as I realized the full reality of my situation. “But that doesn’t mean I want to be with him. He’s the enemy!” I had slashed a hand out. “I’ll never forget what they did to my brother.” Even now, my inner wolf bowed her head in grief for our littermate.

My father’s features had turned solemn. “Even if you never forget, your body surely has. It has chosen a shadow fae as a mate.” His fists had clenched. “I cannot ignore that. No one,not even the king, has the right to separate mates. You know this! And so does King Tridar.”

I bit my lower lip, desperate to keep the tears at bay. “W-what…are you saying, father?”

He had remained silent. I had read all I needed to know in his eyes. And my soul had caved in. Turning pleading eyes on my mom, I begged, “Mom…?”

Her blue eyes had moistened with tears. Her jaw had trembled on a repressed sob, and she turned away from me, leaning into my father and taking comfort in his embrace. He had wrapped an arm around her and tucked her to his side.

“You know what you have to do, Ember,” my father had told me. “This is the only peaceful way to end the war. We might as well use this opportunity your mating has presented.”

I flinched as if my father had slapped me.

My father’s face had twisted. “Please don’t look at me like that.” He had breathed a harsh sigh. “This hurts me as much as it hurts you.”

My eyes had narrowed to thin slits. “Does it?”

His lips had pinched in a frown. “You know it does.”

I had torn my gaze away, staring at the floor, lest I started spouting venomous words that I would not be able to take back.

“Ember.”

I had lifted my gaze at my mother’s voice.

“Please don’t let your brother’s death be in vain.” Her words had lanced through me with more precision than any blade could’ve. “This is what he fought and died for. Peace. And now the shadow fae king is offering it to us.” She lifted herchin a notch—her gaze firm though her eyes glistening with wetness. “You have a duty as a royal werewolf. It’s no different than your father’s and my own duty. You know what you need to do. Now the question is…will you turn your back on your responsibilities?”

I could only stare at them as tears spilled down my cheeks. I had lowered my eyes to my feet, bowing my head in acceptance of this cruel fate.

My fate had been sealed when my father agreed to the union only minutes later in the Great Hall.

Which left me now eyeing the prince. A silent tension had been brewing in our carriage ever since we’d set off toward shadow fae lands. He’d refused to look at me sans the brief side-eye glances he’d cast my way. Meanwhile, I stared him down, willing him to face me. And yet, he’d still faced the window.

My already fraying and fragile nerves snapped.

“Hey,” I said, tone brusque. A muscle feathered along his jawline, indicating he’d heard me. “We’ve been put in this carriage together so we can start to get to know one another. How can I do so when you remain tight-lipped?”

A tick at his eye. Still, Prince Drake remained mute. I fought to keep my claws sheathed, though my fingertips itched to unsheathe the weapons.

Attempting to keep the irritation from bleeding into my voice, I said, “I know this rankles. I’m not too thrilled about this either.” Drake’s eyes flashed, his shoulders going taut.

What in star's name is his problem? He was so very different in the gardens…

The male I spoke to now felt like a phantom of the man who’d embraced me so tenderly a night ago. My mind raced back to his brow slanting over mine, his breath fanning my cheeks, full lips so close they were the greatest temptation of Lanair.

A tight heat crept into my abdomen. Wetness gathered between my legs. My eyes snapped wide. One look at Prince Drake and I knew…

His nostrils flared, picking up my arousal. Then, he went predatory still; he didn’t even seem to draw in breath.

His eyes slowly slid to mine, the amethyst glowing an otherworldly violet.

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