Page 48 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

There was the option of what I’d had done before, which was to be sedated.

I remembered what heat was like, and I’d said, yes, definitely, yes, sedate me.

“Let us talk to your alpha, sweetheart,” said the doctor.

That drove me crazy. More of this indication that I didn’t belong to myself. I was his. His puppet. His to move around. His to control. His to do whatever he wanted with.

If he wanted me to suffer through this heat alone, then I was going to have to, and no one was going to even listen to me.

So, here I was, huddled up on the bed. I had every pillow in my entire room all piled into the center and I kept piteously calling for more pillows, more blankets, softer things, anything soft.

I had long ago progressed to a stage where I couldn’t bear to be wearing any clothes.

At first, it had only been undergarments. I’d taken off my bra and my underwear and thought I could handle being in thin, cotton pajama shirts and pants, but eventually, those had to go too, because they were just too much.

So, now, I was burrowed into the pillows, squirming around, covered in soft blankets, thinking about that sedation injection and wondering how in the world I was going to get it. Maybe if I talked to Dmitri, maybe then I’d get what I wanted.

But I sort of doubted Dmitri even cared.

He saw me as an annoyance, and he simply wanted to order me around so that I didn’t cause issues for him.

But maybe I could text him.

Where the hell was my phone?

I whimpered, catching sight of it, all the way over there on the end table by my bed.

I pushed aside the covers and felt the bite of the air on my skin.

Nonono. I burrowed back down into my pillows, pulling the covers back over me. Stay here in the nest, I thought.

It wasn’t even a nest, of course. It was a bed with some pillows on it. It was awful.

There were apparently nests in this castle. They were on the top floor, in the attic, tiny rooms with sloping ceilings that would be perfect and small and enclosed and everything good in the world.

I whimpered again.

Okay, I needed to get to my phone.

I took a deep breath and squirmed in that direction, not throwing off the covers, just reaching for it and trying to stay as covered as possible.

The doorknob to my room jiggled.

I moaned. Oh no. I had locked the door back when I could move around and get off the bed, not thinking that I’d get to the point where I was this bad. How was anyone supposed to get in now?

“Aurelie?”

I sat up straight, throwing off the covers, my body on high alert at the sound of his voice. I let out a whine and went up to present for him, panting. My alpha. My Dmitri. His voice was all rough and raspy and I wanted him. I let out a high-pitched noise, butt in the air, worrying my face into the pillows on the bed.

The door burst open, splintering, ruined. It hung half off one of its hinges and I gaped at that, stunned.

Dmitri hurled himself at me, covering my body with his, pressing me belly-down into my pillows and blankets. He kissed my neck and my shoulders, moaning softly against me.

I thrust up into him, rubbing my ass into his crotch. “Please,” I said. “Please, please, please.”

“Aurelie, sweet baby girl,” he breathed into my skin, “I’m so fucking sorry about this.”

“Please,” I said. “Please.”

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