Hilda
I must have lost my damn mind!
I’m still impaled on Callum’s knot, my mind spinning, trying to process what just happened.
What’s still happening, actually.
I summoned the huntsman to kill Snow White. Instead, he cleared my throne room, sat on my throne, and claimed me. Knotted me. Called me his mate.
And the worst part? The absolutely terrifying part?
I don’t want him to stop. Fuck me…
The loneliness that’s been eating me alive for most of my life is gone. Just… gone. Poof! In its place, there’s a warm, goldenfeeling in my chest. A bond I can feel, humming between us. Disgusting.
He’s still inside me, his knot keeping us locked together, and every time it pulses I feel another flood of his seed. It should be humiliating. I’m the Queen. I give the orders. I maintain control.
Except right now I’m sitting in a huntsman’s lap, thoroughly claimed, and I can’t even find it in myself to be angry about it. What the hell is wrong with me?!
“Stop thinking so loud,” Callum rumbles against my hair.
“I’m not…”
“I can feel you spiraling.” His hand slides over my stomach, possessive and warm. “My omega is content. It’s your head that’s making problems.”
He’s not wrong. My body is purring, satisfied in a way I’ve never experienced. But my mind is screaming that this is insane, that I barely know him, that I summoned him to commit murder, not… whatever the fuck this is.
“I don’t understand what’s happening,” I finally admit, hating how small my voice sounds.
“You’re being claimed by your mates.” He says it so simply, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Your body recognized mine. The bond formed. Everything else is details.”
“Details,” I repeat incredulously. “I ordered you to kill my stepdaughter.”
“Yeah, not doing that.” His tone is amused. “You can forgetabout whatever the fuck that was about. Snow White lives her life. You live yours. With us.”
“Us,” I echo, remembering what he said before. “Your brothers.”
“Yes.” His knot pulses and I gasp, clenching around him. “They were waiting outside the castle. Didn’t want to scare you with three massive alphas at a first meeting.”
An incredulous laugh escapes me. “Very considerate.”
He winks, all ruggedly handsome rascal. “I thought so.” His hand strokes my side. “Now they’re probably tearing through the castle trying to get to you.”
As if on cue, there’s a commotion outside the throne room. Shouts. The clash of weapons. A roar that sounds decidedly inhuman.
“Stand down!” A male voice bellows. “We’re here for our mate!”
More shouts. Something crashes.
“That would be Arkan,” Callum says, smiling. “He’s not big on patience.”
I blink, looking between the doors and his face. “Your brothers are attacking my guards?”
“Your guards are trying to stop them from reaching their mate.” He shrugs, still nuzzling my neck like all of this is perfectly normal.
Then the throne room doors slam open and I freeze.
A massive male storms in…his dark brown hair is wild, hiseyes blazing, his massive chest heaving. Even from across the room, I catch his scent…pine and leather and something primal. He’s covered in what looks like stone dust and he’s fucking magnificent.
