I start walking toward her, my boots heavy on the stone floor. Need to get closer. Need to scent her properly, confirm what my wolf already knows with absolute certainty.
“My stepdaughter has become… problematic,” she continues, and there’s something bitter underneath that cold exterior. “I need her removed. Quietly.”
She’s asking me to kill someone. I should probably care about that. Can’t. All I can think about is getting my hands on her, my mouth on her, my knot buried deep inside her perfect fucking softness.
“Take her into the forest,” she says. I’m close enough now that I can see her pupils dilate slightly. She feels it too. The pull. Thebond. “Make it look like an accident. Wild animals. Bandits. I don’t care. Just…”
That’s when her scent hits me full force, and my control shatters.
Slick. She’s getting wet. An omega recognizing her alpha even as she tries to maintain her icy queen mask.
I watch her throat work as she swallows. Catch the tiniest tremor in her hands before she clasps them together.
“…handle it.”
Her voice wavers. Just slightly. But I hear it.
I stop walking, letting myself drink in the sight of her. Letting my wolf surface enough that I know my eyes have gone pale and predatory.
She can scent me too. I watch realization dawn, watch her fight against what her body is screaming at her.
“You need to take her into the forest and…”
Fuck this.
“OUT.” I don’t raise my voice, but the alpha command cracks through the throne room like a whip. “NOW.”
The guards scatter. I hear their boots, their panicked scrambling, the heavy doors slamming shut as they flee.
Smart males.
Queen Hilda is on her feet in an instant, fury blazing across her beautiful face. “How DARE you…”
I move.
One second I’m ten feet away. The next, I’m in front of her, grabbing her, pulling her down from that dais she thinks makes her untouchable.
She’s smaller than I expected. Even softer than she looks. And she fits against my chest like she was fucking made for me.
Because she was.
I sit on her throne -the irony isn’t lost on me -and drag her into my lap.
“What the fuck do you think you’re…”
I cut her off with my mouth on hers.
She tastes so fucking good it hurts. I fist my hand in her soft hair, holding her in place while I claim her delicious mouth. She tries to bite me and I fucking love it. My fierce little omega, fighting even as her lush body melts against mine.
My tongue forces past her full lips, and she makes this sound…half moan, half whimper…that goes straight to my cock.
When I pull back, breathless, she’s also panting. Staring at me with wide eyes, her pupils blown, her lips swollen. Fucking magnificent.
“You’re mine, omega,” I growl. “And you know it.”
I watch her try to find that cold queen mask. But her scent is giving her away…slick and need and desperate omega wanting her alpha.
“I don’t…” she starts.
