Not To Be Mated By a Prince.

He's on top of her. Naked. Teeth bared. Eyes blazing. 

Micah should be feeling fear. But she doesn't. What she feels is a foreign trust toward him, that he would never hurt her. 

Before she knows it, her fingers walk towards his shoulder, he flinches at first, growling at her face, but then, when her fingers thread through his hair strands, his eyes fall shut.

 Micah presses her hand on his chest, atop his heart, feeling his wild beating heart under her palm. When she is around him, her body moves on its own. When her brain says to push him away, her arms would only cradle him further close to her chest. 

Micah feels him relax under her touch. His eyes flutter open, and this time, they are not glowing with outrage. Instead, they have a soft gleam in them that is similar to last night as he stares down at her beneath him.  

Micah's heart does a jump when he dives his head down a little, his breath clouding the slight gap between them. 

His lips graze softly on Micah's own as he asks her, "What's your name?"

She gulps down those words that roll into her mouth before whispering, "Micha. What's yours?" 

"Severo." He says before he takes her lips in between his own, a thousand butterflies flutter their wings in her belly as her heart beats wildly against her ribcage. 

He tastes so good that she cannot think straight. She doesn't know why she is letting him kiss her when she despises him so much. But she knows one thing, when he kisses her like this, her whole world swirls around him.  When he kisses her like this, she doesn't want anyone but him. 

His lips are like a puzzle piece that she didn't know she lacked. His touch is like a flame of fire that she wanna burn herself with. 

His fingers dip on her waist as he deepens the kiss, devouring her in a very fascinating way. 

A hard knock against the door has Severo flying back away from Micah. 

"Severo. Please open the door." A deep voice slices through the door, making Micah wonder who it belongs to. 

"Yes, Father. Give me a minute." Severo calls back, giving her an answer unintentionally as he rushes to take a silk robe from the cabinet near the bed. 

He fastens the knot around his waist, his eyes finding hers for a brief second before he walks toward the door, taking a deep exhale. 

The door opens to the king standing outside, lines of worry prominent on his face as he examines his son before him. 

His hands reach out to grip Severo's shoulder, "You okay, son?" 

Micah almost scoffs at his concern. Really? When all the worst things are for the women he spends his rut with, he's checking on his son first. Asking him if he was fine when he can shower all those concerns to those who lost their lives because of his son. What a weird family. 

How many lives has he taken before? With the knowledge of the king himself. A King who has the responsibility to keep his own people safe. 

Resentment leaves a bitter taste in Micah's mouth as she watches the interaction between the father and son. 

"They said…Heys said that you found your mate last night." The king whispers, yet it still reaches Micah's sharpened ears. 

Micah doesn't hear what Severo says before the king's eyes fall on her. Just like everyone, his golden eyes widen when it lands on her hair. 

He shoulders past Severo and walks toward me. "It's a pleasure that my son finally found his mate." His eyes crinkle as he offers her a fascinating smile.  "What is your name?" He asks her. 

Micah narrows her eyes at him, even before she can try stopping it, the words are spilling out of her mouth. "Pleasure? It is more like a curse to me to have a demon as my mate." 

She stares back to the door where Severo stands, his face crumbles in what unmistakably is hurt. 

Micah feels a sting in her heart at the sight of Severo, but she ignores it as she glares at the king, "You should be saying you're sorry that I happened to be your son's mate." 

"How dare you talk down on the prince like that?" A sneer makes Micah turn her head toward the door, and she sees a woman standing beside Severo. She must be the queen from the way she dresses. 

Her face colors with a range as she tries to burn Mycah with her glare. "You should be thanking God that you got a prince for a mate. One night with the pure blood you forget where you really belong to?" 

The queen's words are a blade to Mycah's heart. She clutches her jaw as she walks toward Mycah, the dress she wore seemingly weighing down her from the way she moves. 

"You really got a sharp tongue for a low life." She scoffs at Mycah's face. 

Humiliation sprung through Mycah's veins and she can't even look straight into her eyes. The queen's mere presence screams power and lethality.

"Kezey! Enough." The king's voice slices through the suffocating air. "Remember she is not a low life anymore. She is my son's mate. Choose your words wisely." 

"What if I would not let him mate with a girl like this?"