Chapter 3: I Will be Killing Royalty

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I growled.

The alpha in me was more than a little unhappy that my mate was trying to gain control.

"Did you just growl at me?" She gasped.

I stuck my tongue out at her.

She looked at me in complete and utter shock.

She burst into a fit of laughter.

"You are so immature!" She giggled, grabbing her pillow and hitting me in the face with it.

"Says the girl who just beat me in the face with a pillow," I argued.

"It was self defense!" She yelled.

"I didn't do anything!" I protested.

"Potato, potahto," she shrugged, and I just looked at her.

After a few moments, she began to squirm under my gaze.

"Stooooooop," she whined.

"I didn't do anything,"I replied innocently.

She jumped at me before I had time to do anything.

Her body landed right on top of mine.

"Haha, win for me!" She giggled.

"But you," I began.

"Shh," she shushed me.

"But,"

"No,"

"I,"

"No, sh,"

"Can I just,"

"No,"

I groaned in frustration, and she grinned.

"You're mine now," she laughed maniacally.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Um, I've technically always been yours," I pointed out.

"Shut up, I know," she grumbled, and she hit me in the face with her pillow again.

"Ow, what did I do this time?" I complained even though I could barely feel the pillow hitting me.

She shrugged.

"You corrected me,"

"You were wrong," I reminded her.

The look on her face warned me to tread lightly.

"Ha, I'm never wrong. Even when I'm wrong, I'm right," she scoffed.

I just blinked and looked at her.

What had I gotten myself into?

A loud growl broke me from my thoughts.

I looked at Lily, thinking it had been her mad at me for some random, unknown reason.

"I'm hungry," she giggled.

"There's a surprise," I chuckled.

She was hungry practically all the time.

Her jaw dropped, and she stared at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Did you just call me fat?" She exclaimed.

How'd she come to that conclusion?!

"No!" I replied.

"Yes you are!" She argued.

"No, that's not what I said," I argued back.

"I'm sorry I'm not good enough for you," She cried.

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