The Alpha King Marked Me. I Still Haven't Told Him I'm A Girl novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90: Ninety

She shrieks and lunges at me, and we go down in an unsightly mess of traded blows, slaps, claws and grunts. I come up on top, straddling her, and gods does it feels good when I slap her across the cheek. Once. Twice. Thrice. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

My fist clenches for a punch but an arm encircles my waist, lifting me off her and I start to thrash, eager to return to clawing her stupid face off.

Lucien’s breathy laughter caresses the curve of my ear. "That’s enough, fire cracker."

The guards of Silvermoor rush over to where Astrea sits, her face covered in blood, eyes gleaming with murder. Rafael joins her side, poring over her with distaste and he lifts his gaze to us, where Lucien keeps me clutched to his chest and off the ground. "You laid a hand on--"

"We all saw who started it," Lucien says dryly, but he inclines his head anyway, not at all in apology, but in mockery. "But you have my apologies. My queen can be quite passionate."

And with that, he turns around, carrying me through the crowd with just an arm banded around me.

"Put me down," I growl.

"Not until I’m sure you won’t go on a murdering spree," he purrs.

"She started it!" I yell in frustration. "Or were you so blinded by all the fawning women that you couldn’t see that I was clearly triggered?"

"You’re the only one capable of blinding me, my love," he counters smoothly, taking me towards the stairs. He mutters over his shoulder to Evadne and Trenton, the former tipping a glass at me with a smile of approval, "Have the men on high alert. They might want to retaliate for the perceived slight."

I don’t bother fighting until we are behind the shut doors of the guest bedroom. "Put. Me. Down."

"Sure," he says and drops me. I hit it ground with a thud and I swear enough profanities at him to make his pointed ears redden.

He looks me over as I grab my at my ruined dress and stomp across to my bedroom. "You’ve been mad and out of sorts all day. Why?"

I whirl. "Don’t you even dare ask me that."

He looks so confused, it’s almost genuine. "By all means, humour me."

"You’ve been an asshole all day! Was dancing with Astrea necessary? Or Melene? Did you have to give every woman across the room the come hither look? And let’s not even get started on last night," Each word is clipped with frustration, annoyance and gods, jealousy. It stinks in the room of my jealousy. And maybe I wouldn’t have punched Astrea if he hadn’t given her all of his attention. He didn’t even dance with me. And it’s stupid, I know, to think that, right after he cheated on me last night, but cut me some slack.

I’m very emotional right now.

Lucien takes a very slow step forward like I’m some concerned animal about to lash out. "You have been ill, unable to use your powers like you used to. I had to get information somehow. You’d be surprised how much information women willingly give with their guards down. That, is the reason I danced with Astrea--"

"Oh, and let me guess, the information was laid bare between her breasts?"

He starts laughing. He actually starts laughing. "You cannot fault me if she pushed it right in my face, Valka. As for Melene, she asked. As did every other woman. I’m a far cry from a gentleman, but I’m not always rude."

"You’re contemplating taking her as your breeder," I accuse, hurt stinging my eyes.

Lucien’s brows furrow. "She’s a child, Valka. You honestly didn’t think I was getting a hard-on to the thought of giving her my... what was it you called it? Ah yes. My precious seed. What I was contemplating at the time was how great it’d be to have a member of the Draemir family washing my beautiful mate’s feet. I was considering employing her as your chambermaid. She has soft hands."

I can’t tell if he’s fucking around, but he looks serious.

He tilts his head at me. "If you’re mad that I granted every woman a dance... You’ll always be mad, Valka. Asides from the fact that I’m rather attractive, it is an unwritten rule that princes, kings, do not refuse dances. It doesn’t mean anything more than it is." Something flits across his face and his expression turns sour. "And why are you so mad at me anyway? I wasn’t the one sticking her tongue down her ex-lover’s throat."

"Not by choice," I say. "If you had just let me explain, you’d know that he forced himself on me and did that to goad you. And you didn’t even try to listen before bringing a woman to your bed. I was next door! The least you could’ve done was respect that."

The tension in his broad shoulders dissolve and he takes a step forward. That one step seems to eat up the distance and whatever’s left sizzles with heated energy. A slow smile curves on his sensual lips like he knows something I don’t.

"What?" I snarl.

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