Page 53 of Knot your Princess
I clear my throat. “Yes.”
“I see.”
I can’t tell if he is annoyed or not.
“He knotted you during sex?”
“Uhm, yes.”
“Huh.”
Still nothing.
“You slept with him?”
“I did.”
It takes a few seconds, but then he shocks me by punching the wall next to his head so hard that he makes a hole with his fist.
“Fuck! Fuck, Sophia!”
“What?”Why is he yelling at me?
“This is…I can’t fucking believe this. Here I am, right in front of you the whole time, and you just go and fuck him. Why? Why him and not me?”
I want to answer with the obvious point that Trent was there, and Cain wasn’t, but that is being shitty, and honestly, he seems so upset I’m astounded. I didn’t think he would care this much. I just wanted to be transparent because I’m going to be mating with Trent as soon as he speaks to my dad. I leave Nico out of this for the time being. It’s too much to handle.
Unfortunately, there is nothing for it but to be completely honest. “I think I went into heatbecauseof my proximity to him. Or his to me. I’m not sure. It was confusing, but I felt something deep and profound, and it wasn’t just about the knot. It was about him as well.”
“I see,” he replies gruffly, his face a blank mask.
He turns to leave, but I can’t let him go, not like this. “What did you mean when you said you are right here in front of me? Do you have feelings for me?”
He spins back angrily. “What does it matter? You chose him.”
“I didn’t know I had a choice,” I say lightly, trying not to panic and spin out. This went sideways fast, not to mention we are standing in the middle of the hallway of my home with my parents lurking God knows where.
“Well, you don’t. There, does that make it easier for you?” he spits out.
His words hurt my heart. “Why are you being such an arsehole?”
“Because I’m a dick, remember. Enjoy your life, Sophia. I’m sure you two will be really happy together.”
He storms off, and this time I let him go. He is being a fucking wanker and a child. He has no right to be this angry with me about this.
Two hot spots form on my cheeks as I get angry as well and march off down the hallway to my bedroom, slamming the door behind me and then letting the tears fall down my face as I realise, I’ve just lost something I never even knew I had in the first place, and it fucking hurts like hell.
ChapterThirty-Six
Trent
Standing outside Aidan Quinn’s office door, all of the confidence and soon-to-be prime alpha energy that Sugar brings out in me dissipates marginally. Pulling myself together, I rap sharply on the door and wait.
“Yeah?” Quinn growls, sounding immensely pissed off.
“Not good,” I mutter under my breath but reach out and turn the door handle, pushing it open.
The enormous prime alpha of the Quinn pack is sitting behind his desk, ferocious and terrifying. But then I remember who the fuck I am and scowl at him. I’ve taken down bigger and badder than him. “Trent Cavendish. What do you want?”
