I sighed and stood up from the chair I was sitting in; this whole mate thing is exhausting, and the thought of rejecting Bella was even more unpleasant. A part of me wanted to walk down to the conference hall and finish this, but the other part just wanted to be left alone. Of course, that was impossible because Fernandez here would not let me breathe, and even though I'm his king and he better respect me or I'll have his head, he's been the king's advisor for more than thirty years, so I had a little bit of respect for him, especially since he was the only one there for me when my father died and I had to become king at age seven He taught me everything I know, and I am grateful for it, but I really need a break. "I want to be alone," I answered quietly, gulping my fifth glass of whiskey and letting the burning feeling in my throat soothe my thoughts. "Okay," he murmured in that fatherly tone I admired, and then he exited the room. "Fuck," I hissed, dropping the glass cup I was ho
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