Page 12 of Filthy Royal

Plus, his heart was here.

He’d made his choice. Now, she had to make hers.

Slam.

Despite her training, Scarlett froze.

Slam.

Her chin snapped up, her gaze locking with rut-red eyes under heavy dark brows.

A red-skinned Alpha with huge black horns pressed himself so violently against the crystal that his big forehead, wide nose, and broad chest were nearly flat.

Thanks to the dais on which her display case rested, she was almost eye-to-eye with the enormous male. He looked only a few planetary rotations younger than her.

His massive palm struck the crystal, his lips easy enough to read:Mine.

Her heart skittered inside her chest.

He wasn’t the first fighter to throw himself against the crystal or make such a claim, but none had ever done so with such intensity.

Even more astounding was her reaction.

She wanted to mouth the word right back.

To throw herself against the crystal until it shattered and she was in his arms. Pinned against him, her nose buried against his skin as she breathed him in. Her smaller body undulating in time with his big one, the iridescent colors of her gift flickering across his skin as his large hands grasped her hips—and his cock thrust deep inside her.

Panting, she pressed her thighs together.

And could barely stop her hand from drifting down to touch herself while he watched.

She wanted to dance just for him. Present just for him. Exist just for him.

“Hands off the crystal!” Nars hustled toward the front of the line, fangs flashing. “Move it along.”

Her dark-haired Alpha stayed right where he was. His gaze locked on her.

“Fucking fighter filth.” Egan’s curse echoed through the private comms. “Shut that idiot down. Now!”

“Did you hear what I said?” Nars’s taser flared bright green. “Keep moving.”

The younger Alpha batted the security guard aside like a ball of fluff. His weapon clattered to the ground.

Nars’s body struck a fellow Alpha farther down the line. That male roared and tossed the guard into another fighter, who swung back. Soon, ignited by the aggression, a brawl erupted in the middle of the street, only a few paces from the arena entrance.

The rest of security came running.

But even as chaos erupted around him, the huge, horned-Alpha with the red skin and swirling skin designs stayed right where he was, his stare on her.

Slam.The Alpha’s palm hit the crystal again, his square jaw tight, his forehead furrowed.

A smaller male with orange skin, plaited hair, and a tail ducked under a flying body, then tapped her Alpha on the shoulder.

He didn’t budge.

Unable to help herself, she shuffled forward, the pull toward this male overriding all sense.

Meeting his demand was as essential as her next breath.

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