#4 Chosen by the Vampire Kings: BBW Romance by Charlene Hartnady Page A

off of me.” Brant’s eyes had narrowed.
They were glowing.
    He
heard his female grunt as her little foot connected with his calf. Zane decided
to let go of Brant before the human did herself damage.
    “Not
him you idiot!” she shrieked.
    Zane
took a step back so that he could see the female as well as keep Brant in his
line of vision.
    “Don’t
do that again,” Brant spoke through clenched teeth.
    “Who
hurt you?” Zane kept his eyes on his birth enemy even though he was addressing
his female. Their two covens needed this union, but he didn’t necessarily need
to like the male in front of him. They just needed to get along enough to make
this work.
    “ You hurt me you bastard!” the female spat at him.
    Confusion
clouded his thoughts for a few beats.
    The
human made a sound of frustration and pulled the robe more firmly around
herself, crossing her arms over her chest. He couldn’t help it when his eyes
dropped to the deep cleavage the motion had created.
    “Don’t
you dare look at me like that. Especially since you already had your fill of
the females at your coven. I’m sure Charlotte was in your bed the moment I
left. The spot barely cold.” Her eyes blazed, her lips pouted, her cheeks flushed.
    She
was jealous as hell. Zane barely managed to keep himself from grinning. So she
was quite happy to go from one king to the other, yet didn’t want him rutting
with any other female in her absence. Zane shook his head. “I told you that
only once we are mated will I agree to a monogamous relationship.”
    She
stomped her foot and her hands flew to her hips. “I won’t have it. You can turn
and leave right now. I might be a little bit plump and just a human but I
deserve some sort of respect, and I won’t have the other vampire women laughing
behind my back because you can’t keep your dick in your pants.” She stomped
again. “If I walk in on you with one of them I swear to God…” A tear tracked
down her cheek. It felt like someone fisted his heart making it hard to breath,
to think.
    “Look
what you did.” Brant took a step toward her but Zane shoved the other male to
the side.
    Zane
picked her up even though she kicked at him. “Stop, Ysnaar.” He pulled her
flush against him, their faces separated by mere inches. She struggled in his
arms still kicking at him. “Stop. I haven’t been with another female.”
    She
stopped kicking but tears still coursed down her face. “You lie.” She sniffed,
“You’re just saying that because you want to fuck me.”
    “He’s
telling the truth,” Brant grunted. “I don’t scent another female on him.”
    The
female let out a sigh, her eyes fluttering closed. She let him pull her closer
and he buried his head in her soft hair. “Thank you,” he said in Brant’s
direction.
    “Let’s
get something clear, I didn’t set the record straight for you. I did it for
her.”
    “Fair
enough.” Zane pulled back while narrowing his eyes on hers, they were red
rimmed. “What’s this about being plump and human? If Brant didn’t hurt you,
then who did?” Zane couldn’t keep the growl from his voice.
    The
female sniffed a few times. She drew back and used her hand to wipe her face.
“It doesn’t matter.”
    “It
does matter,” Brant said.
    “It
was nothing. Nobody.”
    “Bullshit.”
Zane set her down. “Tell me…us.” He added the last while trying to keep the
irritation from his voice at having to include Brant.
    “My
ex-boyfriend cheated on me. I walked in on them. Like I said it was nothing.”
    Zane
heard Brant’s teeth crack as he ground his jaw just before letting out a low
growl of his own. “An idiot,” he said, his eyes firmly on his female. “What
happened?”
    “Troy
said it was my own fault. I put on a few pounds after meeting him and just
couldn’t shake them. I like cupcakes far too much.” A stain of pink crept up from
her collar. “He said that my thighs were too thick, that I”—she swallowed hard—“had
cellulite