Chapter 18

XAVIER~~~~

"The day went smoothly I assume," I sighed as I fell on the bed.

I noticed that Cara barely had any clothes of hers because all the clothes she had were too small for her. She had been incarcerated at a very young age and matured while in the dungeons so her clothes barely fit, so I took it upon myself to take her shopping as Broken cannot be allowed in public without a supervisor. I know people are watching my every move and waiting for me to make a mistake so I decided to be meticulous for my dad's sake.

"Roseline was quite impressive," I thought. "If only she wasn't with that squirt then I would have enjoyed meeting her."

A knock on the door roused me from my thoughts and I immediately assumed a defensive pose. The scent outside isn't one of any of my staff, even though it's familiar.

"Roseline?" I called, relaxing just a little bit once I recognized the scent.

"Please open up," she pleaded. Her speech was slurred and she hiccuped a few times, confirming the reason why I could perceive the scent of alcohol.

She's drunk.

I made my way to the door and unlocked it to have her fall into my arms.

"T-Thanks," she hiccuped.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. "And why are you drunk?"

"Just because," she shrugged with a goofy smile on her face.

"Martha!" I yelled.

"No, no, no," she said quickly, gripping my arm tight. "I want to spend the night with you."

"No," I replied firmly. "You have to get cared of and get some rest also. Both of which I can't give you. Martha is in a better position to help."

"No, no," she shook her head violently like a kid. "I want you."

"I'm sorry but you're just drunk," I sighed as I lifted her off the floor. "I'll take you to Martha."

"You're supposed to be my husband, aren't you?" she groaned. "How would we get married when we barely spend any time with each other."

"We can spend time when you are sober," I insisted.

"I won't come to see you any more if you take me to Martha and I would do everything to reject this marriage," she replied a little too sober for a drunk lady. "I just want some time alone with my husband-to-be. That isn't too much to ask, is it?"

I watched her for a few seconds as she got comfortable in my arms, placing her head on my chest and closing her eyes.

"Fine," I sighed as I turned around and headed to my room. "You win."

"Good," she voiced out but made no move to look up.

I placed her on one end of the bed once inside my room and laid on the other end.

"Is that how a husband is supposed to treat his wife?" she slurred as she rolled over to me. "Don't treat me like a stranger."

"We barely know each other," I reminded her. "We are basically strangers."

She wrapped her leg around mine as she seductively drew circles around my bare chest with her finger. She traced her finger around it and settled for my nipple where she drew small lazy circles. She kissed my chest and raised her legs higher until her knee almost touched my crotch.

"What are you doing?" I asked, but made no attempt to stop her. "Another one of your tests?"

"No," she laughed. "If this were a test, it would be to test how much of a man you are. How well can you satisfy a female in heat?"

"I don't think that kind of test is appropriate," I replied. "We are not married yet."

"We are gonna be married eventually, aren't we?" she asked. "What difference does it make to give me your seed right now?"

"I don't think it's a good idea," I replied, finally stopping her knee as it attempted to move higher. "You are a princess and your father would be disappointed in us both when he realizes what we've done."

"Who says he's gonna know?" she smiled as she ran her fingers across my chest and down to my abs. "I won't tell if you don't."

"We can wait a little longer," I insisted.

Then, why aren't you stopping me?" she asked. "We both know that you want this too."

She was right. It's been a while since I've had any interaction with a lady and I was clearly aroused as my natural instinct was telling me to rip off her clothes and devour her right this instant. I was only being hesitant because of a warning my father always gave me.

"Beware of the deceit of women," he usually said. "They would take you into deep waters with their sweet words and drown you with a smile on their faces. Never act on instinct when dealing with a woman."

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, clearly surprising her as her body tensed up a little bit.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice a lot more sober than when she first came in.

"You were not drunk, were you?" I asked. "This was all an act to get me to spend the night with you in the same room, isn't it?"

"I-I don't understand," she stuttered as her eyes glowed orange. I got her.

"Why are you trying to get me to mark you?" I asked. "Or trying to mark me?"

"W-Who said anything about marking?" she asked. "We could just have sex without having to mark each other. I just don't want to be stuck with a man who can't satisfy me."

"You know I'm an heir to the Alpha position," I replied. "Regular werewolves already have high sexual stamina. You should know that I'm at least three times better."

"Those are just words," she argued. "Men are great at bragging with their words."

"And you know that as a werewolf with Alpha blood flowing inside me, I would desire to possess anything or anyone that gives me pleasure," I continued. "You know I have a higher chance of marking you than regular werewolves do."

"I didn't want that-"

"Then what do you want?" I asked. "Sex? Do you promise to commit suicide if either of us marks the other?"

Her face contorted in horror as her eyes glowed even brighter. "What?"

"That's the only way to get out of a mark," I smiled, my eyes glowing red. "Are you ready to gamble your life on a possible one-time pleasure?"

"Are you a sadist?" she asked.

"Not in the slightest," I replied.

"Then, why are you doing this?" she asked. "Do you hate my race that much? I thought you came here for peace."

"I did," I replied. "That's why I'm doing this."

She eyed me. "Doing what?"

"Avoiding possible traps," I replied.

"How is this a trap?" she asked. "I just want to have a good time with you."

"You asked for my seed," I informed her. "You should be against this marriage. This is a marriage of convenience and our feelings weren't taken into consideration."

"I was," she replied. "But, that changed when I met you."

"Then, you should be curious about my personality," I said. "I know the rumours about Northerners is that we are a violent and unruly bunch who know nothing but strength. You should be scared of me."

"Scared?" she scoffed. "I might be a princess but I am not weakling. I know I can't compare to you in strength, but I'm not gonna bend at the snap of your finger unless I want to."

"I like that," I smiled. "A strong woman with a good heart."

"What else?" she asked. "What other doubts do you have about my intentions?"

"Everything about your intentions is doubtful," I replied. "I know nothing about you except what you've shown me. I've barely spent any time with you. You might be a nice woman, but I don't know that and you don't know the kind of man I am. You should be more focused on finding that out than testing my sexual prowess. Why aren't you?"

"I am curious about it," she replied. "I guess I just wanted something to relieve my stress, and you are the only one I can come to for it. You were my only option. My curiosity took over any common sense."

I took her leg off my body as I tried to readjust myself. "You should get your priorities straight."

"H-How about we get to know each other then?" she asked. "To tell you the truth, I was quite nervous because your family is coming. I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of them."

"They won't be here for about a month," I replied. "You have nothing to worry about."

"Then, can we try to be a proper couple before they come?" she asked. "I want to give this a try for my family's sake."

"Of course, I want the same," I replied.

"Then cuddle me to sleep," she said abruptly, surprising me.

"What?"

"I want to fall asleep in your arms," she replied. "That's what couples do, isn't it? Why don't we start from this?"

"You're baiting me again, aren't you?"

"Of course not," she laughed. "I can't help it if you get aroused by it but I promise I'm not trying to make you have sex."

"Okay, then," I said as I turned around and let her settle herself in the small spoon position. "Are you comfortable?"

"Yes," she smiled. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," I replied as I closed my eyes. Soon enough, I could hear her breathing even out as she fell asleep and I also gave in to my fatigue soon after.