Cub Sized Princess

6 *M A T E*

I was his mate?

I was still confused as he put my bags into his car, allowing me to get myself together. He was very sweet to me. He had such a dominating aura, he was nearly addictive. He smelled so delicious.
"Princess?" I look at him, and realize he was already strapped in, and ready to drive. He had told his servants to run home so he could talk to me about anything as he drove.
"Yes?" He smiled slightly.
"No goodbyes?" I shake my head, my nose wrinkled. Everyone would just go crazy. He nodded. "Understandable." He started driving away from the pack house, seemingly distracted. "So you're a kinky little brat, huh?" He asked smugly. My breath got caught in my throat, my fave heating up rapidly. He saw my kink box!!??
"Y-You..." He chuckled a bit. His hand grasped mine, weaving our fingers together.
"I can be anything you want baby. Master, Daddy, king, friend, boyfriend, husband." My face went bright red, my hand latching onto his.

Oh my gods.

He better be a psycho murderer or else he'll be too perfect.

The perfect male is always killed off in books.

Oh gods.

He kissed the back of my hand, smiling at my awestruck silence.

Unable to respond, instead I curl up and close my eyes, trying to sleep.

My mate. My amazing mate.