Page 17 of Claimed By Prince Daddy

The one word, ‘please,’ snatched all the air out of my lungs. I gaped at him. He raised a brow. Clearing my throat, I gathered my composure and rose from my seat. Drake turned and exited the dining room. I glanced over my shoulder at his siblings still standing there. Would he not even say goodbye to them?

“Um.…it was…”

Nice meeting you? A pleasure? What was one to say to their lifelong enemy that would sound so corny?

Alaria smirked, resting a hand on her hip. “We get it,” she said. Gesturing toward Drake’s retreating back, she told me, “You should go before he gets his panties even more twisted.”

My eyes snapped wide at her coarse words.

“What she said,” Solarus concurred, nodding his head.

“I-um…okay,” I took a few steps forward. “Bye then.”

Both siblings nodded in farewell. With that, I hurried after Drake.

He stood waiting in the long corridor for me to catch up to him, his brow twitching in irritation. When I drew alongside him, he resumed walking without a word.

“Where are we headed?” I asked.

“To your bedroom,” he replied, his tone flat. It encouraged no further conversation—though I expected that was his intention.

I pursed my lips and walked beside Drake as a blanket of silence descended over us.

My thoughts drifted back to the shadow fae female who appeared in the dining room. Her hand cupping Drake’s cheek.

I’m glad you’re safe, my Drake,”she had purred.

Anger flared deep in my belly. I fisted my hands. We ascended the stairs to the bedrooms, Drake in the lead. I paused halfway up the curving stairs.

“Who is that female to you?” I asked Drake.

Drake continued walking, his movements graceful and unconcerned with my acrid words.

“You will have to be more specific,” he said.

My eyes slit. “Don’t play dumb,” I growled. “You know who the hell I’m talking about.”

Drake paused once he reached the top of the stairs. A long moment taut with tension passed between us. I watched his back through narrowed eyes.

Drake glanced over his shoulder, the amethyst of his eyes cool.

“She is of no concern to you.”

A snarl tore from my throat. I stalked up the stairs, my hair bristling to resemble my inner wolf’s hackles raised.

“Listen up, bat boy,” I growled. “I don’t know how you guys do things in the Shadow Lands, and I know you don’t thinkmuch of us wolves and our ways. But you should know I will never stand for playing mistress to another female.” I paused on the step below Drake and thrust a finger into his face. Drake turned around fully to face me, a spark blazing in his gaze.

I didn’t give two shits.

“So if you plan on entertaining another female and then crawling into my bed, prepare to have your balls ripped from your groin,” I said, my voice low, deadly.

Unadulterated shock crossed Drake’s angular features as if he had never in his life been spoken to in such a manner. I felt sick satisfaction well inside my chest at his stark disbelief.

His dark brows slashed over his eyes. “Did you just call me ‘bat boy’?”

My brows shot up. “I threatened you with this whole spiel, and the only thing your brain honed in on was ‘bat boy’?” I placed a hand atop my hip and gaped at the male. “Seriously?”

“What the hell do you mean by ‘bat boy,’” Drake growled, ignoring my question.

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