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“No,” I said, glaring at him. “Fuck you, Johannes.” I started walking faster, away from him.

He hurried to catch up with me. “There’s an animal part of me that chafes against any kind of submission. I’m an alpha, and I don’t like to submit. But there’s another part of me, a part that can override that instinct. I don’t have to submit. And when I do override it, and when I put the connection I’m trying to make with the person I’m being intimate with higher than that instinct, that’s when something truly magical happens. That’s when it gets deeper for me. I told you, the break, when you let someone else take care of you—”

“I can’t,” I said.

“You haven’t even ever tried is what it seems like to me.”

I walked even faster.

“I’m just saying that if you never learn to override these instincts, you’re never in control of yourself,” he said. “What kind of alpha and pack leader can you really be if you’re a slave to your own animalistic nature?”

I strode even faster, but that burrowed into me like a worrisome dart, going all the way to the center of me. It pierced me, deep inside, a terror that twined with a terror that was already there.

I was out of control.

The omega made me out of control.

But he was wrong, because I was trying as hard as I could to fight my instincts, and I could not do it. The only relief I got was from giving in. It was a brief relief, and it didn’t last, but I needed to dominate them all.

Why couldn’t they just submit to me?

Everything would be fine if they’d just accept the natural order of things.

nikolai

I STORMED OUT of the castle, leaving both the princes behind. When I got behind the wheel of a car, the paparazzi followed me.

That was odd.

They usually didn’t pay me any mind. We’d had issues with them before, when Aurelie and I had driven away, but she was the princess now, after all, so that had made sense.

As the days wore on, there were more and more of them snapping pictures of me, camped out around the hotel in Koch where I took a room.

Then the article came out and I knew why.

Corentin was holed up with Aurelie in some penthouse suite in another Koch hotel. One night, before the article, I went to visit them. Aurelie and I were in communication, even as I steadfastly ignored Johannes’s texts and calls.

I ended up staying the night there in their hotel. Corentin was on and off the phone the entire time, talking to people in his office. Aurelie said that he was in the middle of some intricate negotiation with the Banninos, and that he was determined to fix the problem, that Dmitri wouldn’t have to do anything at all.

But then, somehow, very quickly, all three of us ended up naked and in the big king-sized bed in the suite. It seemed natural and easy, and I liked it. I got to put my hands and mouth all over both of them—Corentin and Aurelie.

He was shy about it, saying he wasn’t sure about sharing her, but also touching my face, grinning at me, saying that he liked me, that I was different than the princes.

We seemed to mesh nicely, the three of us, and she was eager and happy. She liked watching me on him and him on me. She rubbed her own clit to a quick and explosive orgasm while I sucked his cock—he had a very nice cock, not just because of his intriguing tattoo. It curved a little so that when he was erect, it pointed right at his own tiny, dark happy trail on his gloriously flat stomach. She rewarded me for it by eagerly popping me into her mouth directly after and then Corentin and I both praised her as she used her wickedly sweet omega mouth to get me off, telling her how pretty she looked with her mouth full of alpha cock, telling her what a very good omega she was.

We knotted her at the same time. Me in her pussy, Corentin in her ass, standing up against a wall, holding her between us. Her small, sweet omega body pressed between our alpha bodies.

It was a certain kind of perfection.

I felt a small stab of guilt, I supposed, because this was supposed to be me and Johannes for the first time with the omega. I’d had plans with him, I’d wanted to share her with him. And to have done this without him, it struck me as a bit of a betrayal. But then, everything between Johannes and me was ashes in my mouth, so maybe I enjoyed betraying him. Maybe that was part of it in some strange way.

Anyway, then the article came out.

It was emblazoned on the tabloids too, grainy shots from far away, through the fogged-up windows of the backseat of the car where I’d knotted her the first time. Extracurriculars for the Princess on her Honeymoon, read the tabloids in huge letters, next to a picture of both of us locked together, her head thrown back as I put my mouth to her neck.

So, when I thought I’d been so clever losing the paparazzi?

Turned out I hadn’t been clever at all.

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