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question. “Elsie, I need to be completely honest with you. How much to you know about my family’s history?”
Her brow furrowed. “I know that the crown passes hands a lot. Usually bloody hands. Alpha wars and all.”
Well, at least she had some idea of his history. “There are a fair amount of wolves who don’t believe I should be in charge. Dani’s father is one of them. Don’t get me wrong, we all love Dani, but Gloria shouldn’t have ever been with Derek.”
“Why don’t they think you should be king? If you can handle your wolves like you handle your company, I’d think you’d be a great king.”
Her vote of confidence was unexpected. “You think I’d be a good king?” He smiled and stepped closer to her.
She grinned at his teasing tone but didn’t step back. “Finish your story.”
“There was a queen. Years ago. Marella. She had powers that no other werewolf had and everyone keeps on waiting for another queen to rise up. The king doesn’t do much besides manage money and wait for a mate who can harness the powers of Marella.”
“This is just more reason for us to find a way out of this.”
Brock raised an eyebrow at that. “Get out of this? You were in a coma all week because your life force was ‘bonding’ with mine.”
“Well, I certainly can’t be a werewolf queen!”
“Maybe that’s not such a bad thing.” At her questioning glance, he continued. “Every queen since Marella has died within a month of mating the king. They start dreaming of her within days of the public claiming and die in their sleep.”
Elsie’s face paled and she took a step back. He quickly tried to reassure her. “I don’t want you to worry. Since you aren’t a wolf, you should be fine. You didn’t have any dreams while you were out, did you?”
She looked at her feet and shook her head. “Every queen?”
“My mother and my first mate included.” He’d rather not bring up such a sensitive topic, but he needed her to know what they would be up against.
“I never knew you were married,” she said.
“It was a long time ago. I’m a bit older than my company bio would suggest,” he admitted.
“Really? How old are you?”
“One hundred twenty-three.”
Elsie put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes. “Seriously? You’ve been over a hundred years old the entire time I’ve worked for you? Cradle-robber!”
“It’s not that big of a difference. I’ve met immortal couples with millennia between them.”
She cocked her head at that. “You really aren’t upset about this mating?”
He stepped closer to her again. “Why did you kiss me?”
Redness filled her cheeks. It was the cutest damn thing he’d ever seen.
“It was stupid,” she muttered. “You were supposed to realize how bad I was at it and run away screaming.”
“Why would you be a bad kisser?” Running hadn’t been on his mind during the kiss. He had been debating how big of a mess he would make if he swept everything off his desk, hiked her skirt up and took her right there and then.
The blush deepened. “I might’ve never done it before.”
He looked her over, taking in her perfect blonde hair, pert breasts, narrow waist, and legs that went on forever. “How is that possible?”
She shrugged and refused to meet his eyes. “I’m a siren,” she murmured. “I never liked the idea that my major goal in life is to find a powerful mate to attach myself to as I leech his power for the rest of my life. It just seems wrong.”
He’d heard the stories about sirens. They were generally thought of as the whores of the immortal world. As far as he knew, all sirens were women, and, without finding an immortal being to hook their claws into, they were basically mortals. Really attractive mortals with an ear-piercing scream and a singing voice that could captivate the most hostile audience.
If they couldn’t find an immortal, they would settle for a mortal. Although the human would age, the siren would
Her brow furrowed. “I know that the crown passes hands a lot. Usually bloody hands. Alpha wars and all.”
Well, at least she had some idea of his history. “There are a fair amount of wolves who don’t believe I should be in charge. Dani’s father is one of them. Don’t get me wrong, we all love Dani, but Gloria shouldn’t have ever been with Derek.”
“Why don’t they think you should be king? If you can handle your wolves like you handle your company, I’d think you’d be a great king.”
Her vote of confidence was unexpected. “You think I’d be a good king?” He smiled and stepped closer to her.
She grinned at his teasing tone but didn’t step back. “Finish your story.”
“There was a queen. Years ago. Marella. She had powers that no other werewolf had and everyone keeps on waiting for another queen to rise up. The king doesn’t do much besides manage money and wait for a mate who can harness the powers of Marella.”
“This is just more reason for us to find a way out of this.”
Brock raised an eyebrow at that. “Get out of this? You were in a coma all week because your life force was ‘bonding’ with mine.”
“Well, I certainly can’t be a werewolf queen!”
“Maybe that’s not such a bad thing.” At her questioning glance, he continued. “Every queen since Marella has died within a month of mating the king. They start dreaming of her within days of the public claiming and die in their sleep.”
Elsie’s face paled and she took a step back. He quickly tried to reassure her. “I don’t want you to worry. Since you aren’t a wolf, you should be fine. You didn’t have any dreams while you were out, did you?”
She looked at her feet and shook her head. “Every queen?”
“My mother and my first mate included.” He’d rather not bring up such a sensitive topic, but he needed her to know what they would be up against.
“I never knew you were married,” she said.
“It was a long time ago. I’m a bit older than my company bio would suggest,” he admitted.
“Really? How old are you?”
“One hundred twenty-three.”
Elsie put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes. “Seriously? You’ve been over a hundred years old the entire time I’ve worked for you? Cradle-robber!”
“It’s not that big of a difference. I’ve met immortal couples with millennia between them.”
She cocked her head at that. “You really aren’t upset about this mating?”
He stepped closer to her again. “Why did you kiss me?”
Redness filled her cheeks. It was the cutest damn thing he’d ever seen.
“It was stupid,” she muttered. “You were supposed to realize how bad I was at it and run away screaming.”
“Why would you be a bad kisser?” Running hadn’t been on his mind during the kiss. He had been debating how big of a mess he would make if he swept everything off his desk, hiked her skirt up and took her right there and then.
The blush deepened. “I might’ve never done it before.”
He looked her over, taking in her perfect blonde hair, pert breasts, narrow waist, and legs that went on forever. “How is that possible?”
She shrugged and refused to meet his eyes. “I’m a siren,” she murmured. “I never liked the idea that my major goal in life is to find a powerful mate to attach myself to as I leech his power for the rest of my life. It just seems wrong.”
He’d heard the stories about sirens. They were generally thought of as the whores of the immortal world. As far as he knew, all sirens were women, and, without finding an immortal being to hook their claws into, they were basically mortals. Really attractive mortals with an ear-piercing scream and a singing voice that could captivate the most hostile audience.
If they couldn’t find an immortal, they would settle for a mortal. Although the human would age, the siren would
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