Page 6 of Exiled Prince

Given to me by the fates.

I’ve wanted this for such a long time, and now I simply needto get her on board.

She’s already got me wrapped around her fucking little finger. Those honey-brown doe eyes are already a weakness of mine. “Can I get you another drink?” A fae female asks, batting her lashes at me. She’s wearing what looks like lingerie and nothing else, which seems to be the uniform here. I don’t know why Astrid told me to come here tonight, but when a seer I trust with my life tells me to do something, I’m going to do it. Still, I feel like a creep sitting alone at a table in a strip club—one I didn’t even know existed in the Shifter Kingdom until right now. In Chaos, we have a secret sex club called Red that I’m a member of, but I haven’t been there since Astrid first told me about my mate.

I shake my head at the fae, and she reaches out to touch my shoulder, but I grab her wrist before she can make contact. She forces a smile. “I’m here for…anythingyou might need.”

“I’m good, thank you,” I reply, wondering if Astrid sending me here is some kind of prank. She was shocked when I told her Saylor was my mate, her hazel eyes widening and her brow furrowing. She had shared a look with Rave that had him wincing, but she changed the subject when I asked what the problem was.

“Prince Bane,” comes a soft voice from my left. I turn to face the demon female, her red eyes pinned on me. In amongst her thick hair she has two horns. Sometimes when I’m out and about, demons will recognize me as the true heir to their kingdom. She lowers her face to me. “We need you where you belong. Your brother is not you. He has his mother’s spirit.”

Which means he’s a cruel asshole.

I reach out to touch her arm. Have I thought about reclaiming my throne? Yes. But at the end of the day, my exile has sent me on a different path, one that has now led me to my mate. “You are always welcome in Chaos.”

She scans my eyes. “I have faith one day you will return.”

With that parting statement, she leaves. And I’m left sitting here contemplating all my life choices.

I’m about to call it a night when the music changes to a slow, sultry beat, the candles dimming. As the two new acts take the stage, sliding up to the pole, I do a double take, not believing what I’m seeing.

Saylor.

What the fuck is she doing?

She’s wearing a red lace bra, panties, and matching red gloves with thigh-high socks hugging her thick thighs and leather heels that she shouldn’t be able to walk in. But she makes them look easy. Her perfect, curvy body is on show for fucking everyone. Her large breasts are all but spilling out of that lace bra, more than a handful and tempting as sin.

I seeRED.

And not just because of what she’s wearing.

I stand, my chair going flying behind me.

No fucking way.

No one gets to see my mate like this.

No one.

It starts to rain heavily outside, a storm brewing.

Thunder crackles.

Wind howls.

It’s turbulent, just like my emotions.

I don’t even notice the shifter on stage with her until the blonde’s lips land on Saylor’s.

Motherfucker.

My fated mate is on stage.

Stripping.

And making out with another woman.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt such rage in my life.

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