Page 40 of The Alpha King's Mate

Three days of coddling. Three days of Sorin glued to my hip. Three days of multiple men trailing me around the house and garden if Sorin was occupied for longer than a minute.

“I’ve never seen him like this,” Ember whispered.

“At least you got to see his dick,” I muttered, tossing the orange peel onto the table with unnecessary violence.

Ember froze.

“You mean—you haven’t—but the ceremony—”

“How is it that practically every woman on this compound has bounced on my mate’s dick, and I’m the one being denied?” I stuffed a segment of orange into my mouth.

Blood oranges. My favourite fruit right now.

“I should visit the priestess,” I mused.“He might be cursed. Or defective.”

“File the consignment documents with the rest,” Sorin said as he came into the living room.

I was tempted to throw a piece of orange at him, but I would never waste food.

Rev followed behind him, shuffling papers into a file.

“Good morning, my sweet,” Sorin murmured, leaning down to kiss my cheek.

I turned to face him. My fingers clawed through his hair until I held him in place, and I kissed him. His wolf growled. Zira growled louder. I closed my eyes and tasted the coffee on his lips.

His fingers curled around my nape as he deepened the kiss.

Throats cleared. Feet shuffled. Neither of us let go.

“Mm,” he hummed as he pulled away.“How are you feeling?”

I released his hair.

“Underwhelmed.”

Ember covered her mouth and looked away. Rev studied the paperwork as if it were holy scripture penned by the Moon Goddess herself.

“How about a trip to the market?”

“Why? Are cucumbers in season?”

Rev began to choke, and Ember ran out of the room.

We need to break them, Zira growled.Tonight.

I stared at my clueless mate.

“That sounds wonderful.”

? ? ?

The square still had Alpha Grayson strung up on the thick wooden pole. I cringed when he saw us coming. He looked pitiful—stripped of his fine clothes, stripped of soap, stripped of everything he’d once carried like armour.

“I’m sorry, Aliana,” he rasped.

I held Sorin’s hand and tried to walk faster. It didn’t work.

“Did you just address my Luna, you piece of shit?” Sorin snarled.