Page 27 of My Pucking Mate

“But I didn’t do anything wrong,” she screeches and stomps her foot, arms now crossed over her chest. “I came to be here for you, and this is how you treat me just because Benny found himself a little whore to bring home?!”

My feet are moving before my brain can react. In a fraction of a second, I'm in her face, nearly nose to nose as I snarl, “You will never speak about her like that again. Do you understand me?” She frantically nods and whimpers, but I can't find a fuck to give. “NOW. GET. OUT. Of my house!”

She finally takes the hint and runs from the room, still fuming.

As soon as the door slams shut, I run to Leera and drop to my knees where she stands beside Benny crying quietly. The men all gasp clearly in shock. I go to my knees for no one. Well, one other. Until now. Until her. “Leera, please, please look at me.”

“Can you please just take me home?” she whimpers, still refusing to make eye contact. Her hands are knotted together, and the tears falling from her eyes have my soul splintering to the floor.

With a lump in my throat, I rise to my feet, “Yes, of course. I’m so sorry you had to go through that. Andrei can you get the car?” He nods.

“Can I ride with you?” I ask softly. She only lightly nods, so I go to my room to finish dressing myself.

Leera is saying goodbye to Matilda when I return with a shirt on, and she still won’t look at me.

“Please let me explain?” I practically beg.

“Roman, I think you’ve explained plenty tonight, okay? It’s after one o'clock in the morning. In case you forgot, it's been a really long day and I have a lot of information to process. Please, just take me home.”

And with her words, my wolf begins to howl, and I want to join him.

We all ride in silence, and I pray to the Goddess that this isn’t it, that she doesn’t hate me, and we can get past this. Please don't let her reject me. Give me a chance to make this right.

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Releasing an angry screech, I stomp up to the car as my driver opens the door.

“What can I do for you Madam India?” the ancient man asks.

“You can shut the door, shut up, drive, and leave me alone,” I snap.

What the hell just happened?I know I’m not Roman’s favorite person, but I thought we’d been finding a rhythm. After Daddy told his father about the king’s plans, I thought things would get better.

I thought he’d be excited about being a King.

Not just some commander and hockey player.

He was always meant for so much more.

And Iwillbe his queen.

I can’t help the sinister smile that overtakes my face.

I’m going to be a queen. A QUEEN. A fucking queen.

And then, the rest of our plans can finally take shape.

If I could just find a way to help him get over his little commoner mate, everything would be so much simpler. I mean it was over five hundred years ago that our fathers got rid of the bitch. You’d think he’d move on already.

ERH! I’m so glad I haven’t found my mate. I don’t want or need one. If I found him, I’d just have to reject him. I’m not giving up being the QUEEN for something as basic as a soulmate.

Sighing, I flop back onto the leather seats of the town car Daddy bought for that decrepit old man to drive me around in. He tells me his name all the time, but I always forget to remember. Not that it really matters.

Ugh and what about that little bitch of Benny’s. Her fake silver hair and innocent act with the tears, what was that about? Oh, wouldn’t it be rich if that pitiful little human was his mate? The thought causes me to truly laugh for a moment.

With one more sigh, I start thinking of ways I can make Roman happy about our marriage.

Maybe someday I could even make him love me, but if not, that's okay.

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