The Alpha's Temptation

“You can fall, princess,” Fafnir said in a very grave voice. “And if that happens, the king will kill me!” Yes, he fished out another lame excuse to hold her against him for as long as possible.

Tabit pursed her lips. That wasn’t the case. Because Fafnir had pulled her close against his chest. And now his nose was in her hair. But it was the sincerity in his voice that tugged at her heart– the sincerity of his adorable excuses to be near her. So she continued to be with him with a silly smile on her face.

After six days of what seemed like eternity, she was finally with her mate and that kept her wolf at bay. Otherwise in the past six days she thought she would turn into a zombie. Last night she had the best sleep in all her life, surrounded by his scent.

Tabit turned her head to look inside the carriage window and saw that Eltanin was staring at Tania who was in his lap, wrapped up in bundles of soft blankets. He was holding her like he was holding a porcelain doll and at every bump that the carriage encountered, he would grab her tightly, apologizing for the inconvenience caused and then grunting at the coachman to drive even more slowly. At the end of it, if they walked and sat for half an hour, they would still be able to catch the caravan not even five hundred meters away.

“I have a few questions to ask you,” Fafnir said as they rode slowly.

“What kind of questions?” Tabit asked as she turned her head to look at him with her round eyes.

Fafnir looked into her beautiful emerald eyes and his questions vanished. He let out a rough breath, thralled by his mate. If this was the effect she had on him when they were unmated, Fafnir wondered what it would be when he claimed her. He wondered if he would be rendered useless in his work because all the time, he was only thinking of her or about how beautiful her body was or…

Tabit frowned at him and nudged him, “What do you want to ask, Fafnir?”

He gulped. He didn’t know. “I will let you know in some time,” he said, bailing himself from a stupid situation in which he didn’t want to tell his mate that he forgot the world when he was with her. She would find him creepy.

Tabit shrugged and then looked ahead. The caravan was moving slowly and she liked the idea of being with him. Soon she rested her head on his chest and was lulled by the gait of the horse into a soft sleep.

​ Fafnir looked down at his sleeping mate and his chest swelled with love. She was so adorable that he couldn’t help kissing her temple. He wanted to worship her body at his own languid pace and he started concocting plans on how to catch her alone. For that it was necessary that she came to his house or better would be that she lived with him.

He was going to give her the adjacent room to his bedroom. No. That could be dangerous. What if a staff member might sneak in and flirt with her? That would be disastrous. She might feel that he is not good enough for her. Certainly not! In the end he decided that he was going to stay in her room but he would sleep on the couch. But what if she fell from the bed? That was a potential danger. Hell no. He had to sleep with her on the same bed just to protect her. And nothing else.

Since the caravan was moving at a very tortoise speed, Fafnir had all the time in the world to keep looking at his mate. He studied her delicate features and committed them to his memory. Every once in a while, he would sigh deeply and wonder how he could be the luckiest werewolf in all of Araniea.

Soon it was afternoon and they all halted in a clearing. Tabit stirred. She peeled open her eyes and saw that everyone else was bustling around her while she was still sitting on the horse’s back along with Fafnir. “You didn’t get down?” she said, her eyes widening.

“You were sleeping,” Fafnir said in a soft voice. “If I moved, you would have woken up.” A pale delicious blush spread on her cheeks and Fafnir instantly wanted to trace that. Since he couldn’t, he swallowed. She giggled and the sound of that went straight to his d**k.

Orin came to his side. He gazed at Tabit and then at the General. “General Fafnir, would you be kind to have lunch with us?” he said, sarcasm and amusement lacing his tone. Before Fafnir could answer, he looked at Tabit and extended his hand. “I am Orin. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Tabit extended her hand to hold his, when a ferocious growl emanated from Fafnir’s chest and Orin jerked his head back. Tabit immediately retreated her hand.

“Someone is getting possessive!” Orin murmured. He removed his hand. “The lunch is ready and us mortals are having it,” he said. “It would be a pleasure to have your company amongst us.” Saying that Orin left, murmuring expletives.

Fafnir watched him leave and only when Orin was out of his view, did he dismount his horse. And then he extended her hand to Tabit. How could he let anyone touch his unclaimed mate?

Tabit shook her head as she pursed her lips to stifle her laugh. Her man was too possessive and protective. She loved it. She took his hand and in one sweep, he grabbed her waist and brought her down. She gasped. When he placed her on her feet, her lips parted.

“Are you okay?” he asked her and she nodded, even though there were a thousand butterflies fluttering in her stomach. He took her to the place where they were all having lunch. Everyone out there, without exception, stared at Fafnir and Tabit. It was so odd for their General to be in a girl’s company and he seemed like a puppy following his master.

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