Page 26 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

He tossed his tie over a chair that sat opposite the one I was lounging in and then hurled himself down in the chair. “He was right. She smells like everything you’ve ever wanted wrapped in bacon and dipped in chocolate.”

I wrinkled my nose. “Bacon and chocolate?”

He lulled his head back and looked up at the ceiling. “Why do I do everything wrong, Nik?”

“Um… because you’re a colossal idiot?” I said with a shrug.

He laughed, looking at me. “I just said that actually.” He passed a hand over his face. “She hates me.”

“I’m sure she doesn’t hate you,” I said.

“I did it wrong,” he said. “I should have… Fuck, I should have gone to get her, not sent you and Johannes. She probably thinks I snubbed her. Her family probably thinks…”

I didn’t say anything.

He groaned. “You think so, too?”

“I think I told you that. Anyway, it doesn’t matter now. She’s here now, and you’re going to be married, and you’re going to bite her, and she’ll like you after you bite her. The bonding thing, it’s, you know, biology.”

“Why doesn’t anyone tell me these things when I’m planning them?”

“I did tell you,” I said.

“I don’t think you did,” he said.

I snorted.

“Anyway, I mean, not you. You’ll say anything to me. But other people.”

“I don’t know,” I said. “But maybe it’s because you yell a lot.”

“I do not,” he said dismissively.

I went back to my tablet.

“Do I yell a lot?” he said.

I just laughed. “Everyone’s afraid of you, yes.”

He scooted down in his chair. “Well, that’s fine. Better that way, really. You agree?”

I shrugged. “I suppose.”

“Everyone’s afraid of you,” he said.

“True,” I said.

“But you don’t yell,” he said ruefully. “You have this whole air-of-mysterious-threat going on. That won’t work for me. I have to yell.”

“All right,” I said.

He pointed at me. “You’re agreeing with me, but I get the strong impression that if you didn’t, you wouldn’t say it out loud.”

“You don’t care what I think,” I said. “You’re going to do whatever you’re going to do. You don’t want advice. So, I don’t give it.”

“Well…” He sat up straight. “I think I do, though. Want advice. About the omega, because I don’t know what to do with her.”

“Well,” I said archly, “when an alpha and omega love each other very much, the alpha’s cock gets an enormous knot and he needs to get it stuck right inside her very wet—”

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