Page 101 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

“Maybe after I have a bunch of orgasms with him, I’ll like him too.”

I scoffed.

“Anyway, what do you mean?” he said. “Why is it a thing that I don’t like him and yet I can get off? Let me tell you, I can get off whether I like a person or not.”

“You can, huh?” I gazed at him, across the nest. “So, how much sex have you been having without me?”

“You are jealous,” he said, laughing. “I like it.”

“Fuck you,” I muttered.

“No, it’s just kind of nice to know you care, I guess.” He shrugged. “Sure as fuck didn’t seem like you cared, really. You just got engaged to the prince and went about your business—”

“When you left, I went into my room for a month, and I didn’t speak to anyone,” I said in a cold voice.

“Yeah, yeah, poor sad little rich Aurelie—”

“No, I mean this literally,” I said. “They had me institutionalized, and it was awful there, so I decided to start talking again.”

He furrowed his brow, propping himself up on his elbows. “Shit.”

“I lost friends during that. I lost, I don’t know, something.” I rearranged myself on Dmitri’s knot, thinking about the person I was before all of that happened, versus the person I was now. I could never quite untangle the threads of all the things that had happened to try to determine exactly what it was that had caused the change in me. Had it been presenting as an omega? Losing Corentin? Growing up?

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I was pretty fucked up afterwards too, you know. I didn’t mean to abandon you, not exactly, I just ran.”

“Where did you go?” I said.

“Nowhere,” he said. “I did a lot of drugs. I was trying to numb everything out. I never wanted to give in to you. I always knew it would never work. I guess I just didn’t realize how disastrous it really would be.”

I sighed heavily.

“You still haven’t explained,” he said.

“About?”

“About why it’s different with you and Dmitri than it is with me and Dmitri.”

“Right,” I said. “Well, any of you, really. Johannes, too. He’s fighting it, and then—when he does submit—it’s explosive.”

“It’s because we’re alphas, my love,” he said with a little laugh. “Submission feels different when you’re an alpha.”

“Right,” I said. I chewed on my bottom lip. “So, what does dominance feel like when you’re an omega?”

He laughed, delighted. “Seriously? Man, I’m getting hard again. How do you do that to me?”

“Do you want to be hard?” I said.

“What would I do with a hard-on when you’re stuck on him, huh? Does his knot, like, never go down?”

“Stop being hard then,” I said. I did it on a whim, thinking about how Nikolai could ease my arousal, and I didn’t concentrate on doing it. Instead, I just assumed that if I said it, it would be true. I was arrogant and confident.

“Shit, that, uh, worked.” Corentin sounded disturbed.

I laughed.

“Does he have a perpetual knot around you?”

“No, obviously, we’re not constantly connected,” I said. “It’s looser now while he’s sleeping, actually. I could get it out of me if I wanted, I think. Usually, we fall asleep joined and he wakes me up fucking me.”

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