What happens when King Alpha gets a message that a human is his mate? He comes knocking at her door.
He breaks her door actually.
Ezlynn Richardson has always thought her life would end in boredom and normality with no hope of her to pass high sch...
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| CHAPTER 9 : YOU'RE DOGS |
The maid had wiped the last trace of blood from my skin which I hadn't known had dripped from my neck during my trip to the kitchen. They bandaged my neck and packed their kit, walking out the door. I inspected my bandaged neck in the mirror, a look of disgust masking my features.
"Why did you bite me?" I asked turning around in the small chair I was sitting on in front of the dresser.
"It's not called biting," King Alpha rolled his eyes, his long body perched against his desk, "If I would have bitten you then you would have died the second my venom reaches your heart. What I did my not-so-precious blondie is that I marked you."
"But you still bit me."
"It's not called biting."
"But you did! The fangs and your mouth and-"
"That's-that's a different kind of—ugh." He ran a hand along his face, before running the same hand through his caramel brown hair.
"Stupid humans." He muttered before looking back at me, "Fine. In a sense, I did bite you, but it isn't exactly called biting. It's called marking. Where I put my fangs in the curve of your soft weak shoulder and possess your soul."
"You have my soul?" I frowned in confusion, my hand reaching out towards my bandaged neck, barely grazing it.
"Yup." He popped the 'p', flashing me a wicked grin.
"You could have just done a séance or something."
"Are you a ghost?" He gave me a flat look.
"Then do I look like a person who wants her soul to be 'possessed'?" I snapped.
"You'll get over it. Probably after this week. Maybe I didn't really have to come to check what's going on after hearing you scream. I mean you are going to die anyway. But I might not let that bastard Drew do it. Anywho, seeming that I broke off from my work to come to your girly scream, I might as well take the whole day off."
"Day off?" I raised an eyebrow, "From what? Being a dick?"
"No." He drawled out. "I own every hotel in New York City."
I laughed, "Sure, sure."
"I do."
"Yeah, I know." I smiled giving a shake of my head.
