Page 45 of My Pucking Mate

“Because we already have a plan, India, and that plan requires you to be on your best behavior.”

“And what is this brilliant plan of yours?” I snap.

“My sources say the girl went home with him last night. So we know where she is. She has to go home eventually.”

“And what exactly am I supposed to do?”

“Have an alibi and play nice, kiss ass, whatever you have to do to keep the target off your back and ours.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to do that when your son fucking hates me?!”

“You're a grown woman, India; figure it out.”

He hangs up before I have a chance to ask what the fuck he thinks I've been trying to do basically my entire life.

I was born and raised with the knowledge of our father's plans to take the throne.

I grew up in the castle.

I was raised like a princess.

I will be Queen.

There is no other option.

37

The sun is peeking through the curtains that are swaying in the air, stirred by the ceiling fan. I slowly allow my eyes to open, taking in my surroundings in the light of day.

As I look around the room, hoping to learn anything I can about Roman, I notice everything is new and clean, but there doesn’t seem to be any personal touches anywhere.

My watch is yelling at me for forgetting my vitamins last night, so I dismiss my missed alerts.

I have a handful of texts from Zoey too; I should have texted her not to wait up. There are things about having a roommate that I'm still quite accustomed to.

With a comfortable sigh, the night before comes flooding in. Those kisses. His body. I’m glad he’s taking my wishes soseriously because it would have been way too easy to get carried away last night.

I fell asleep with my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat in rhythm with mine.

Now I’m lying on my right side, facing the window. There's a giant arm wrapped around my middle, anchoring me to the bed.

Memories from last night continue to flow through my mind, and they set a fire low in my belly. The very first kiss rocked me to my core. I don’t know what came over me; I’m going to blame my wolf for now, because I would have never taken charge like that on my own.

Did you just snort at me?I ask my wolf, trying not to giggle.

And, oh my gosh, that second kiss.

Now I know what people mean when they say things got out of control and just happened. I felt like my need for him was taking over my body. It felt so good, but it was slightly terrifying to feel that out of control in my own body.

I’m glad I talked to him ahead of time about my expectations for the evening. It really was so perfect.

“You’re thinking very loudly,” the large body behind me grumbles with the most gorgeous morning gravel voice I’ve ever heard. The movies do not get this moment right. You can’t capture or recreate this. You have to live it.

“Just how perfect last night was.”

His hold on me tightens, and our bodies mold together. We truly feel made for each other in this moment, and I never want to leave.

“So what’s the plan for the day?” I ask.

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