Page 47 of The Broken Aztec Princesses

“I think I’ll let Titan out for a while. He clearly needed it if he forced the shift to get to you.”

“I thought you were out running already?”

Chris blushed and shuffled a little uncomfortably.

“I-I was, uh, standing around the corner of the hall.”

“The whole time?”

“I wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“You take your job way too seriously,” I told him, warmth spreading over my chest at his words nonetheless.

“You deserve to be safe, Violet. Have a good nap.”

Chapter Nine

Bellarose

"It’s the end of the day, can I please talk to you? You said you’d give me a few minutes.”

I was running up the stairs behind Cade, after putting Adam to bed and going to look for the stubborn man.

“It’s late. Can we talk tomorrow?”

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“It’s not all about you, princess. Ever think I might be avoiding someone else?”

“What? Who?”

“Noneya.”

“Who’s Noneya.”

“Noneyabusiness.”

Fuck. Did I really fall for that one?

“Oh, har-har. I didn’t know you were a comedian.”

“You have a funny way of apologizing, Princess.” Cade pointed out, finally turning around. “And, you’re in my room.”

I looked around to realize I followed him all the way inside the guest suite. He appeared to be making himself at home, which I guess was understandable considering his stay was currently being measured in months. There were a few pictures of his parents on the night table and trinkets on the dresser. I watched him place his hat on a little contraption on top of the dresser before he turned back to me.

I shut the door and crossed my arms. Cade raised an eyebrow at my move, and I guess it was a little stupid to lock myself inside the room with an angry alpha. A sudden image of another alpha popped into my head but I shoved it way down where the sun didn’t shine as soon as it did. I was not that person anymore, and Cade wasn’t that type of man.

“You’re going to talk to me.”

“Okay, then, let’s talk,” he agreed, pulling off his boots.

“What are you doing?” I asked, noticing my voice went an octave higher when he took off his socks.

“It’s been a long day, Princess. You talk. I’m getting out of these dirty clothes.”

I wanted to give him a witty retort back, about how if he thought I was going to stand here talking to a closet door, but my jaw dropped when he removed his shirt without heading into the closet.

Holy fucking shit, those abs. My mouth flopped like a fish, and I didn’t manage to turn around before the jeans dropped, and I was staring at the ass of a god under black boxer briefs.

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