Witchy World's Lost Alpha

The Queen has Arrived

The Demon-Wolf King, Bahm

Later on in the afternoon, I took a shower with Hunnie. We held onto each other for quite some time. Mostly me, reconnecting with her soul in my heneious absence. I didn't want to lose her. I was still rolling off the drugs from the morning and desperately wanted to bury my cock deep inside her tight wedge, but it's too soon. Her naked flesh under the scalding hot water would be just fine.

She might start to think that sex is the only thing I want from her, or think my apology and our heart-to-heart was all a joke. I wanted everything to be just right from here on out. Hunnie deserves so much for being as strong as she is. My mate.I should have listened to her about punishing the council. Now the only one being punished is me. I

I can feel the slight shift in our bond. I know it's because she's losing trust in me, but I won't lose her, I just won't. I place kisses on top of her head, moving from under the hot steams that turned her body red. she hadn't said one word since earlier this morning when they confronted me.

When we got dressed, it was pretty quiet. She throws on a grey tank top and pink panties. I could feel how tired my mate was. I placed another kiss on top of her head and rub my thumb over her chubby cheeks. she gives me a small grin, and then looks passed me in the closet and to the bed.

I smother her neck with kisses before spanking her backside softy when she walks over to the bed. She holds her derrière in her hands and rubs it tenderly before snuggling under the blankets.

Kris and I let Hunnie get a few hours of some rest, before I teleported us over to my Kingdom. The time difference was 24 hours apart, and if we left now she would be awake for 24 hours before she finally settles in bed. I was trying to make it there by midnight, so I could get some sleep before going to The Demon Realm to fight.

"Hey..." Kris comes into the parlor with a few suitcases belonging to him and Hunnie.

"Does Nyku know how to text, or what? She's been sending me emails talking about, 'HE MARKED HER?!' Then, another one that said, 'GET BACK NOW SHES MARKED...!'"

"What is she even talking about?" He says and sits next to me, sliding his fingers along the messages on his phone.

 

I shrug my shoulders, I didn't do that whole texting thing. I barely know how to operate the tv and the radioactive micro thing in the kitchen.

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 "I'm not sure," I said to him. "Why didn't you just call her?"