With my big belly, it’s hard for him to get me undressed, but if there’s one thing about Tristan that always rings true, he will not give up. Eventually, the two of us are naked, and he is gently taking his time, kissing me all over. “I’ve missed you,” he murmurs into my neck as his large hands cup
*Rose* After I awake from my nap, Tristan is dressed and sitting next to me, apparently just watching me sleep. “Hi,” he greets me. I smile up at him. “What are you doing?” “Well, I was trying to sleep, but Eli and Reece are driving me crazy. They want to see you,” he replies. I can’t help but s
“Well, I think it’s pretty clear the four of us should plan on ruling the kingdom together. Regardless of who the king declares is next in line for the throne, we are all tied to Rose. We all want to protect her. Let’s just divide it up.” He says this like it’s not a big deal. “You know we’ll have
*Mark* Obediently, I follow King Gene out of Eli’s room and down the hallway to his office. I try not to act nervous. I feel like we haven’t done anything wrong. We were just discussing our options. The cut on my thumb where I sliced it to sign the agreement in blood smarts a little, but it’s nothi
Gene knocks on the door and then shouts, “Barbara, I’m opening the door!” He pulls out his keys and unlocks the door and then whispers to me, “I have to keep this locked or she’ll be out and about all over the place again.” “Does that mean you’re locking me in?” I ask him. He shrugs. “Use the mind
*Barbara* “Oh, dear. Alpha Mark looks a bit… unwell,” I say to myself as I watch him slump into his chair. His eyes are closed, and it’s clear the drugs I told King Gene to give him have taken effect. Looking at him, I can’t help but run a hand along my breast, pinching my nipple as my hand slides
“That’s right. He left my office and came down here to see her. I think… they’re having a sexual affair!” “Well, if that’s the case, King Gene,” Tristan begins, “I think we should rush to her room right now and see what we can discover.” I feel my stomach lurching into my throat. Surely, that can’
*Rose*“Drugged?” I repeat Tristan’s word out loud, mostly to myself. It makes sense, considering how awful Mark looks, but I’m worried. After all, the chef was drugged—poisoned—and she died. “Is he going to be okay?” I ask.“Probably,” Eli assures me, his hand on my shoulder. “It’s probably some ki