Page 21 of Finding Love with the Fae King

“‘Tis a pleasure, Your Majesty.” He bowed and kissed my hand while I blushed.

“Please, just call me Melina.” Alaneo looked to Osirus for confirmation, and he nodded his head.

“And these”—he sighed heavily—“are my personal guards, Everett, Finley, and Braxton.”

“Aye, it’s a pleasure, Yer Majesty. You do not know how long His Majesty has waited for ye. The past years of pouting have been long without him getting some—”

Osirus cut him off with the wave of a hand. “That will be all, Everett. Go mingle.” With that, his crew left and dispersed into the crowd. I raised a brow at Everett’s statement.

Osirus bent down and came close to my ear. I was frozen in place, unsure what he would do or say. “I’ve waited for you so long.” His warm breath tickled my ear. It made me hold my thighs together, and I didn’t understand why.

Chills invaded my skin as he breathed down my neck. It was an unfamiliar feeling, and I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not. Quickly scooting my chair over, he sat straight and cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry.” He pulled the collar of his tunic. “I fail to realize you are not versed in the mating bond given to us by the Goddess.”

I hummed, my snarky attitude long gone out the window. My emotions and hormones were all over the place. Heck, puberty wasn’t this bad.

Osirus, ignoring the space that I had placed between us, came close again. “How about we dance, loosen up a bit, hm?” His hand was extended, and I hesitantly took it.

He pulled me up and guided me to the floor with his hand on my lower back. He held me close, one hand in mine and the other at my back. There was no space, and even when I tried to back away, he wouldn’t let me.

“I know you are hesitant, Melina. You’ve been thrown around the past couple of days, but let me tell you, I’m here to take care of you. You are mine; you were made to be mine, and I was made for you.” His voice was smooth as silk as he spoke. Those words had me entranced by his beauty and grace. He was different from the wolves. He wasn’t a growling territorial mess as I saw some wolves were to their mates. Osirus was cool and collected.

I stayed silent, letting myself wonder, which proved to be a bad thing. This cool and collected behavior could be cockiness, knowing that since I was his ‘mate,’ he could get what he wanted from me. Carson said he was a player and used magic to get women to bed. What if he was using magic on me now? Was he seducing me like he did with shifters to get another notch on his bedpost? How could I be certain he wasn’t another Esteban? Another horny guy? Everett said about him not getting any for a while, meaning he was getting some from somewhere. The hurt and fury carved out the once-empty holes that were filled with him.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” He stopped dancing and pulled my chin up to look at him. His eyes glued to mine; confusion set in them. “You are angry. What can I do to fix it?”

“I can’t be here right now. I need some space to think.” Letting go of him, I tried to walk away but was quickly grabbed by my forearm by his hand.

“You can’t go anywhere without me,” he said calmly. “You are my mate, and I am to protect you,” his voice held gentleness. Was I going to fall for his charms like every other girl? Absolutely not.

“I did fine before you, and I’ll be fine now. I need some space. Now let me go.” Twisting my head, some pins fell out of my dark hair, and it was now cascading down my back. Osirus didn’t let go. In fact, he pulled me back and put both hands around my upper arms, and pulled me close.

“No, you cannot. You are mine as I am yours. I just found you and will not let you go. No one tells me no.”All right, so apparently, all supernaturals are territorial, not just the werewolves.I sighed, frustrated.

“Well then, Your Majesty, maybe you should take this as your first lesson in humility by getting your first rejection from a woman.” My lip wanted to quiver, but I held it back. I was going to be the strong, independent woman I had always been, not needing pity and sympathy or someone to take care of me. A look of amusement fell on his face, and he gently let me go. Before turning around to get away, he grabbed me by my hips and threw me over his shoulder while I squealed.

Wolves started howling and clapping their hands, but my face was of mortification seen by Rose. Softly smiling at me, she gave a wave while Tulip was whistling. “Put me down, you barbarian! You’re no king! Where are your manners?” I screamed, hitting his back. No one was going to help me, not even my adopted family.

“Live a little, Melina! He’s your mate!” Tulip gyrated her hips, and Alec shook his head and put his arms around her waist to make her stop.

“Luna Clara! Please help!” I pleaded.

Osirus continued to walk off the dance floor while I continued to yell. Instead, the sea of people parted as he walked to the side of the packhouse.

His guards were flanking him while Alaneo had a dirty smirk on his face as he cleaned off the dagger from Esteban.

“Where are you taking me?” I continued to yell.

“To our room, darling.”

Chapter Eleven

Osirus

Beingabletopubliclyclaim Melina, my destiny, was a freeing and joyous occasion. Most of the crowd was happy at the occasion that their new ally would soon have a queen and one that was so closely knit with the werewolf community. The extra tie to the werewolves was always a plus.

My thoughts of Melina being much more docile and accepting in the beginning as I led her to the dance floor proved to be completely wrong as I felt her aura shift quickly from confused and concerned to angry and hurt. As soon as I asked my darling what was wrong, she instantly pushed me away. I was no mind reader, but it seemed to be that she took what Everett said to heart. That was the only thing that quirked her in our first few moments of meeting.

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