“Your Majesty,” I begin, my tone firm yet respectful as he inclines his head. “There’s been a misunderstanding-”
“EEEEEK!”
A high–pitched squeal slices through the room.
“What the “I lift my head just in time to see the Alpha King’s daughter leap off her throne and charge down the steps like a woman possessed.
The next thing I know, she’s barreling toward me, her perfume so overpowering it makes my nose twitch–too strong, like roses dipped in alcohol.
“What the fuck–“I barely manage before she presses her chest against mine–literally throwing herself onto me as if I’m some prize she’s just won.
“Oh. My. God.” She clutches my arms and gazes up at me with wide, glittering eyes as though I’m carved from the heavens. “Daddy!” she screams breathlessly, turning toward the Alpha King with wild excitement in her eyes. “He’s the one! This is the man I want! He’s strong and manly, gods, look at that jawline! He’s rugged. He’s gorgeous!”
I blink, stunned.
Did this chick just-
The entire room falls into dead silence, every Alpha glaring daggers at me, while the Alpha King raises a curious brow.
“I want him to be my mate,” she announces proudly, clinging tighter to my arm. “And your future son–in–law. Make the arrangements, Daddy.”
She bats her lashes at me as though I’m already hers. Her dress clings to her curves in a way she clearly wants me to notice, and she’s practically drooling all over my shirt.
“I’m Princess Celestia,” she purrs, trailing her fingers along my chest. “And you’re going to look so good standing next to me when I’m crowned Luna Queen.”
“Lady Celestia,” I say through gritted teeth, trying to pry her off me without breaking protocol–or her wrist. “There’s been a misunderstanding.”
“No misunderstanding,” she interrupts, giggling. “It’s fate. Fate just walked in. And he’s hot.”
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