Palace Secrets
My knot is stuck deep in my mate's core when I hear an urgent knock at my front door.
I sigh deeply and wonder which fucker picked this very time to molest my entry. Ivor knows that I am unreachable for the time being and he must see to the urgent matters. Now that the pups are safely born, all the Royals are concentrated in the Palace with top security. Is his little mate so boring that he must adjourn to my door? I let out a spiteful growl and look at my exhausted mate lying quietly beneath me. It will be a while before my knot subdue.
For two days, we locked ourselves in my apartment.
It was sex, sleeping and eating. The kitchen delivered our meals, which we used in my kitchen. After a refreshing bath, we were back in bed for yet another round of hours of sex, as only werewolves can. We took turns mating in human and wolf form, and I must say these were the most wonderful days of my life. Already on our first adventure, we marked each other. Rachel is now overjoyed to have the Secretary of the Royal Kingdom on the hook. Plenty of privilege, prestige and shopping, just as she desired. And I'm sure she'll tell me the good news in a few weeks. I'm running out of time, the Princes are already born and their Secretary can not be much younger.
'Ivor! Is it you at my door?' I ask, annoyed in the mind link.
'Eric, open up. There is an urgent matter we must resolve. It is a matter of national security, concerns even the security of the entire werewolf species, to be exact,' he insists and slams my door again. 'Man, do you want to direct the entire Palace's attention to your presence here?' I reply, irritated. 'Give me a few minutes. I'm stuck in my mate'. For a moment, there is silence. I chuckle, knowing that he is now imagining my position. He will have to wait a long time for this same pleasure. His little mate is watching him closely; he has no chance to try on the skirts of other she-wolves.
I hear him sigh and then withdraw.
Poor guy. The Moon Goddess has not blessed him richly. Now look at me. Within days I went from a fated mate to a chosen one. But every train has a terminus and so I have now reached mine. I peck my mate across her face. She smiles happily. The divine sparks of the fated bond are missing between us. It's replaced by a fierce physical attraction now that our wolves are connected. The mark is now the epicenter of her desires, as soon as I pass over it with my lips it erupts her lust. And that is only for me, her mate.
I use the minutes left before the disconnect to caress her.
She's dead tired but relaxed and that's how I want her. I will still have to convince her to make peace with Saray now that both are marked. Jasper is totally off-limits. Ten minutes later, I can finally get up. I cover my mate with the blanket, take a quick shower and get dressed. I kiss her on the forehead and leave the room. 'In my office, Ivor,' I summon the Chief Warrior. We reach my door at the same time and walk in.
"Eric, it's Ralph," Ivor begins. His breathing quickens and he looks at me penetratingly.
I know he's checking to see if I know anything yet. "He got drunk and hasn't come out yet?" I ask dryly. Ivor shakes his head impatiently. "Nope. The man slipped. He's had sex with one of King Jasper's female warriors," he whispers as if he fears someone other than me might hear him. I look up and remember observing Clair's scent along with Ralph's a few days ago in the elevator. "Did you research that well, Ivor? It's a serious issue you raise there. Adultery by the King has far-reaching consequences. The protocols of the Kingdom do not go lightly over that if the Queen sends in a complaint to the Sages," I warn him.
Offended, Ivor stares at me, his eyes turning bright red balls.
"Are you questioning my skills, Secretary?" he hisses, his fangs beginning to elongate. Surprised, I watched the changes in him. He is subordinate to me, but now I realize he may well be stronger than me now that he has a fated and I only have a chosen mate. I am of Royal bloodline but Ivor is also a sanctified Lycan. But I'm not out for a fight, there are more important matters at hand. "No way Ivor, but I need to be sure. What does your verification look like?" The man relaxes. "The security footage showed that he entered the room with the warrior in a steamy makeout session in the pre-dawn hours. And did not leave until early morning," he explained. "After that, my warriors examined the room. The warrior was kept asleep with gas. We found traces of his semen in the bed. The two had sex. Confirmed".
I know Ivor is referring to my ex-mate.
She probably got a taste for sex and randomly picked a man to satisfy her needs. Unfortunately, that was Ralph and I wonder if that was intentional. Although I had smelled alcohol in the elevator. Maybe they were both stupidly drunk. "Man! We have to make sure Saray doesn't notice any of this. The consequences will be unprecedented if she rejects Ralph," I argue. Of course not for Ivor, who is the mate of the Queen's bestie. My position will become shaky since my link is with Ralph and not Saray or Jasper. If she rejects Ralph, I would have to leave the Palace along with the King-Father and Mother since Jasper is the one with the ancient Royal bloodline.
I massage my temples.
If I had not mated with Clair, she would not have the need to sink this low. Now her actions threaten to get me into trouble. So now I have to do everything I can to hide this whole affair from the Queen and rush Rachel to reconcile with her sister. That would make my position here a lot more secure.
What a mess!...
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