your mate yet.
Char tossed the treasure, and it landed with a soft thump just a few feet from Cinder. He watched with unconcealed appreciation as Cinder’s red-lined eyes fastened on the glass slippers. Cinder looked very much like a man taken by lust, and soon enough he’d look at Char the same hungry way he looked at the slippers.
Acting nonchalant, Cinder swiped the glass high heels and clutched them tightly to his chest. He scanned the crowd, quickly but desperately, until his eyes locked with Char’s.
A wide smile began to spread across Char’s lips as he watched Cinder shudder and look away from his penetrating gaze. Soon, I’ll have you .
Char had to have Cinder, or all the months spent hopping from one planet to the next would be wasted. He’d left his homeworld in a hurry, but not without purpose. His father, the previous king, had passed away not long ago, leaving an empty throne and the planet in disarray. Char’s brother Ulfric was temporarily in charge while he searched for his mate.
He’d taken his father’s last words to heart. “A king is the pillar of his kingdom, but ruling an entire planet is a long and lonely road. A good Woofian king needs a mate to solidly support him and in turn, be his pillar of strength.”
His wolf had sneered at all the men and women from various species they’d come across, but the beast instantly knew its mate was near when their ship landed on Kies’ landing docks. Over the centuries, his race had struggled with infertility. To adapt, their scientists modified the genes of fertile shifters so they could transfer body-altering fluids to their potential mate through their mating bite, enabling them to carry children. Sassy, sexy, and defiant, Cinder was exactly the kind of mate Char imagined building a life with, bearing him strong-willed children, and ruling an entire planet by his side.
Gunter returned by his side. “Most venerable Alpha, the manager says he will give us half an hour backstage with…your potential mate.”
Char slapped his second on the shoulder. “Good job, Gun.”
Char and Gun were making their way through the narrow corridor to the dressing room when they heard the rise and fall of voices.
“How many time have I told you, Sulli? I don’t provide ‘extra services’, and I’m not starting now.”
“You listen to me, Cinder. This particular special guest has traveled all the way from—”
“I don’t fucking care where this asshole comes from.”
Before the situation escalated to unnecessary violence, Char stepped into the open, announcing himself. “Is there a problem here?”
“Not at all, my prince. Just a minor argument, right Cinder?” Sulli asked.
The scum let out a surprised sound when Char caught his descending hand. It wasn’t the first time this Sulli had raised his hand to Cinder. The blossoming bruise on Cinder’s left cheekbone was testament to that.
Char’s metaphysical wolf threatened to leap out of his skin in fury, but he shoved it back. He settled for snarling at the manager.
“Touch any part of him again, and you’re dead, you understand?”
“O-of course, but understand that Cinder is under contract—”
“How much?” Char demanded, cutting him off.
“P-pardon me, prince?”
“How much for Cinder’s work contract?” Char let go of Sulli’s hand and watched in disgust as greed overtook everything else on the aging manager’s face. The fiend named an extortive amount of credits.
“Done. Draw up the contracts, my second will transfer the credits within three days.”
“Just hold on a damn second. You can’t just sell my contract and get rid of me like some transferable merchandise,” Cinder sputtered.
The former stripper didn’t shrink back as Char turned and loomed over him.
“Get this into your sparkly little head, Cinder. You’re now mine.”
Defiant green eyes glared back at him.
“Get this into your hard head, mister. I’m not a slave with no free will of my own.
Char tossed the treasure, and it landed with a soft thump just a few feet from Cinder. He watched with unconcealed appreciation as Cinder’s red-lined eyes fastened on the glass slippers. Cinder looked very much like a man taken by lust, and soon enough he’d look at Char the same hungry way he looked at the slippers.
Acting nonchalant, Cinder swiped the glass high heels and clutched them tightly to his chest. He scanned the crowd, quickly but desperately, until his eyes locked with Char’s.
A wide smile began to spread across Char’s lips as he watched Cinder shudder and look away from his penetrating gaze. Soon, I’ll have you .
Char had to have Cinder, or all the months spent hopping from one planet to the next would be wasted. He’d left his homeworld in a hurry, but not without purpose. His father, the previous king, had passed away not long ago, leaving an empty throne and the planet in disarray. Char’s brother Ulfric was temporarily in charge while he searched for his mate.
He’d taken his father’s last words to heart. “A king is the pillar of his kingdom, but ruling an entire planet is a long and lonely road. A good Woofian king needs a mate to solidly support him and in turn, be his pillar of strength.”
His wolf had sneered at all the men and women from various species they’d come across, but the beast instantly knew its mate was near when their ship landed on Kies’ landing docks. Over the centuries, his race had struggled with infertility. To adapt, their scientists modified the genes of fertile shifters so they could transfer body-altering fluids to their potential mate through their mating bite, enabling them to carry children. Sassy, sexy, and defiant, Cinder was exactly the kind of mate Char imagined building a life with, bearing him strong-willed children, and ruling an entire planet by his side.
Gunter returned by his side. “Most venerable Alpha, the manager says he will give us half an hour backstage with…your potential mate.”
Char slapped his second on the shoulder. “Good job, Gun.”
Char and Gun were making their way through the narrow corridor to the dressing room when they heard the rise and fall of voices.
“How many time have I told you, Sulli? I don’t provide ‘extra services’, and I’m not starting now.”
“You listen to me, Cinder. This particular special guest has traveled all the way from—”
“I don’t fucking care where this asshole comes from.”
Before the situation escalated to unnecessary violence, Char stepped into the open, announcing himself. “Is there a problem here?”
“Not at all, my prince. Just a minor argument, right Cinder?” Sulli asked.
The scum let out a surprised sound when Char caught his descending hand. It wasn’t the first time this Sulli had raised his hand to Cinder. The blossoming bruise on Cinder’s left cheekbone was testament to that.
Char’s metaphysical wolf threatened to leap out of his skin in fury, but he shoved it back. He settled for snarling at the manager.
“Touch any part of him again, and you’re dead, you understand?”
“O-of course, but understand that Cinder is under contract—”
“How much?” Char demanded, cutting him off.
“P-pardon me, prince?”
“How much for Cinder’s work contract?” Char let go of Sulli’s hand and watched in disgust as greed overtook everything else on the aging manager’s face. The fiend named an extortive amount of credits.
“Done. Draw up the contracts, my second will transfer the credits within three days.”
“Just hold on a damn second. You can’t just sell my contract and get rid of me like some transferable merchandise,” Cinder sputtered.
The former stripper didn’t shrink back as Char turned and loomed over him.
“Get this into your sparkly little head, Cinder. You’re now mine.”
Defiant green eyes glared back at him.
“Get this into your hard head, mister. I’m not a slave with no free will of my own.
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