Jasmine looked at him blankly.
He would have need for her later at night?
She just looked at him, stunned at his words.
And then he dropped more kisses down her neck, and she threw her head back in pleasure at his touch.
Then he cupped her face and looked into her eyes.
She looked down at him, and all she could think about was what she felt for this man.
This man hated her with everything from within, yet they created magic whenever they were together.
He gently tucked her hair behind her ears.
What was this feeling he was feeling himself?
He did not understand it.
He did not have a heart and knew his emotions were limited.
But after his display of action with his uncle and everyone in the dinner hall, he could not deny that he cared for her.
He wanted nothing bad to happen to her, and it terrified him.
But yet, he could not bring himself to admit it.
There was something about it when he mated with her—something he did not understand.
Something he was terrified of understanding.
He decided to just play along with her.
She would warm his bed until he fought her father, and then he would decide what to do with her.
He could never have anything to do with her.
She was a slave even though he had bonded her to marriage.
Once he defeated Bale and killed him, he could finally rid her of him.
He tried to convince himself that there was no place for her in his life.
He felt her Turn and then realized he had been playing with her red curls for a while.
He let his hands go over her back as he felt her smooth skin, and then his hands laced in between hers.
And he felt how hard they were.
"Your hands are tough." He said.
"Oh." She mumbled.
She sat up and then wrapped the shots around her as she tucked her hair behind her ear.
"The princesses and daughters of Alpha do not have rough hands. Rather, they are quite soft, " he said as he gently rubbed her palms.
She fumbled her lips and said. "Well, it was from work. I used to work hard when I had been kidnapped."
He looked at her hands.
Yes, she had told him that she had been taken captive when she was a child from her home pack.
And now here she was.
A prisoner in his own pack.
How much of a twist it was.
"Your brother." He said. "You never apprehended me for killing him."
She stiffened.
She had never anyone talk to her about him.
She had never liked him, but she knew that watching him being killed had affected her.
"We were not so close." She said, being earnest. "He was not so kind to me."
He sighed a sigh of relief.
"Do you miss your family?" He asked her through the dark.
She was quiet for a while. "Why these questions, my lord? Do you wish to torment me so?"
She had tears brimming in her eyes.
He felt a prick in his chest, and shame overcame him.
He rubbed his hand over her hair and pulled her face close.
"You have no idea what I want from you." He said as he passionately kissed her neck, and she moaned in pleasure.
Then he kissed away the tears.
"But you have another, my lord." She managed through their hot and growing desire.
It was true he had a mate.
Lily had come back from the dead, but he was conflicted.
"Alphas are allowed to keep more than one woman." He said.
She swallowed, and he saw her look sad again.
He did not like to see her unhappy, especially in such a manner.
He went down on her nipples and began to kiss them, and soon, all sadness and tears were gone.
"You shall warm my bed." He said. "When I have a need for you. You shall come to me. Do you understand me?"
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LISA’S POV
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