Page 148 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

Johannes shot to his feet. “What? What the fuck, Nik?”

Dmitri only growled. “No, Nikolai, we have not ‘broken up.’”

“I do get to decide that,” said Nikolai to him.

“You don’t,” said Dmitri.

I coughed. “Um… I mean… he does.”

“He does,” said Aurelie.

Dmitri folded his arms over his chest.

“But,” said Aurelie, “obviously, I want everyone to work this out. I want all my alphas to get along, at the very least.”

“What makes you think you get access to my omega if you’re not in a relationship with me?” said Dmitri to Nikolai.

Aurelie’s jaw dropped. “You cannot be serious, Dmitri.”

“He’s not a prince,” said Dmitri. “He has no claim on you except for the fact that I allow it. You barely know him—”

“We connected while we were gone,” she said. “I should have told him to bite me.” She turned to Nikolai. “Bite me now.”

Nikolai was quiet and still, every muscle in his body tense. He didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He just held Dmitri’s gaze.

“Nik, I’m not trying to be an asshole,” said Dmitri. “I just won’t—can’t—lose you. You are mine. You’ve been mine, and you can’t not be mine, just because you’re having some snit—”

“It’s like I never even knew you,” said Nikolai in a flat voice.

Dmitri rolled his eyes. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, don’t be dramatic.”

Nikolai sighed heavily.

“Dmitri,” said Johannes, “listen to yourself. You say these things, and they’re horrible.”

“Everyone’s dramatic all of the sudden,” said Dmitri.

“Bite me,” said Aurelie. “If you bite me—”

“Not like this,” said Nikolai. “Not here. We deserve it properly, omega.”

“But if he tries to cut me off from you, Nikolai—”

“Wild horses couldn’t keep me away from you,” said Nikolai. He stood up, bent over, kissed her hard, and then stalked out of the room.

She looked into his wake. “And yet, he walks away from me after saying that.” Her lower lip trembled. “Why is this so fucking difficult? Why can’t you all just get along?” She got up, too.

Dmitri stood up. “Omega.”

She looked into his eyes.

“Sit down.”

She sat down, and she was angry. Tears started to stream down her face.

I stood up. “Dmitri, no,” I said.

“You sit down, too,” said Dmitri.

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