His Queen- 5

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His Queen-5
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Wren's POV

His breathing was ragged, indicating that he was angry.

Everyone made way for us, as he stromed into a bedroom with his scent.

He threw me on the bed, and locked the door.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

Is he....?

No.

"What the fuck where you doing back there? Grinding, belly dancing and giving him a fucking lap dance?"

Go and calm him down, let him know that your his.

But I'm not?

Just do it, *sigh*

I got up and hugged him, sniffing in his delicious pine scent.

He growled and hugged me impossibly closer.

"Don't worry, he meant absolutely nothing to me."

"So I can kill him?"

I giggled, "No, he didn't know that your my mate. Now, can we get out of the dark? I want to see your face." I asked, softly.

I caressed his cheek, he leaned into my touch and nodded.

"Yea..."

Finally, we found some light, so I could finally see him.

Wait...No! It can't be?!?

"My little princess and soon-to-be Queen. I'm your mate. The Alpha King."

I gasped.

"Wow, your so hot." I blushed when I realized that I said that out loud.

He smiled and kissed my forehead.

"Can we get back to the party?"

He nodded, and laced my hand through his.

We walked back downstairs, where the guy that I was dancing too, was trying to get a girl to get ride of his 'solider'.

I giggled, which made Tyson look down at me.

"What happened?"

I pointed to that one guy, "He's trying to get ride of the hard on I gave him."

Before he could get mad, I reached up, and kissed his neck.

"Don't worry, I'm yours."

He growled and picked me up by my thighs, making me look at him.

"Damn right you are!"
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Characters;
Tyson; Alpha King
Wren; Mate

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