Page 20 of The Forbidden Dragon King
I raise my own wrist, touching the matching crescent moon.
Bard snarls, rubbing at his mark like he can erase it. “This was a mistake.”
My expression hardens, even as I ache inside at the rejection like he’s stabbed me. “I wasn’t the one with my teeth in someone’s neck.”
He arches his brow. “I’m still your prince, you know.”
“Actually, you’re my Alpha, and I’m your Omega.” Ican’t believe that I’m talking back to Bard, in fact, that I’m talking to him at all.
But since this feels like I’ve just been given a second chance at life, fuck it.
An indifferent expression falls over Bard’s face.
When he pushes himself to his feet, I try to avoid noticing the fact that his cock is now level with my mouth.
“You’ll be thedeadOmega,” he says, “if I take you back to the court with me. Mother will kill both of us.”
I bite my lip, taking a risk.
My hands are clammy; I hardly dare meet his gaze to confess. “Bard, I…I like you. You must have noticed. We both enjoy studying and rune magic. W-w-we’re not the same as the others. I know that you’re…and I’m… But I’m not wrong am I? We could make this work as mates. You can feel my soul now. This is fated, or?—”
I flinch at Bard’s harsh laugh.
“Do you hear how ridiculous you sound?Fated?” Bard towers over me, crossing his arms. “I’m the prince, and you’re some freaky orphan servant who stalks me. We’ve never spoken to each other. I mean, what would we even have to talk about, really?”
My heart shatters.
I blush like all the blood in my body has flooded to my cheeks.
I surge to my feet, ignited to passion. “Youfucking claimedme.”
Bard looks troubled. “I told you, my wolf?—"
“Coward,” I hiss.
“Yes,” he drawls, although he’s shaking. “I probably am. Sometimes, however, a kingdom is worth some personal cowardice. You may learn that.”
My brow furrows in confusion. “This has happened. We’re pack now. What are we going to do about it?”
Why is he acting like this?
Was he always this much of an asshole? Have I been blinded by love?
My heart may be bleeding, but Bard is now my Alpha. At a deep biological level, I need his touch, scent, and his love.
His frosty act is making me sick.
Bard looks me up and down like I’m no more than a calculation in one of his books to be solved. “What are you wearing?”
His sudden snarled question makes me jolt.
I glance down at myself.
Shit, Bard’s cloak. Admittedly, that does back up his stalker argument.
“To be fair,” I reply, “freaky orphan servants like me don’t get given warm cloaks like this one. It looks better on me anyway, right?”
Bard growls, launching himself at me, wrenching the cloak and breaking the wolf clasp.
