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bondmate.”

Beck shook his head. “She is just trying to please me. I am her

husband, her king. She is saying what she thinks I want to hear.

Women will say anything to placate their king.”

With a short burst of laughter, Alana put her hands on Beck’s

shoulders, turning him gently so he looked her in the eyes. “Perhaps

some would, if the prize were big enough. But, Beckett Finn, you are

the king of a refugee plane. You don’t offer her enough to debase

herself. Whatever she’s offered you, she has offered because she

wants it. I am speaking to you plainly, as your own mother would

have. Don’t deny yourself and your wife. Your father treated my

sister like a porcelain doll. It made her crazy.”

“Mother was very happy with Father,” Beck argued.

“You saw what you wanted to see, Beck,” his aunt insisted. “Your

father trained you to be a great king. He didn’t train you to be a very

good husband. Let your wife tell you what she wants. I assure you, if

you don’t, Cian will. If you aren’t careful, you’ll find yourself out in

the cold.” Alana patted him and moved back toward the doors. “Come

inside. I’m sure dinner is almost ready. Go easy on Colin. He’s

nervous about dining with his king.”

Beck nodded, but continued to stare out into the night. He wished

he was home getting ready to go to bed. It would be quiet there at this

time of night. Cian would have enjoyed his first day of peace in a long

while. He imagined sitting in front of the fire with Meg on his lap.

After a pleasant evening, he and Cian would lead her to the big bed

and slowly undress her. They would make love to her together,

bonding even further. Beck would be gentle and make sure she was

satisfied before taking his pleasure. He would then, graciously, turn

her over to his brother. He would sit back and enjoy watching Cian

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