Thirty Nights ForgottenUpdated at Nov 7, 2022, 00:00
COMPLETED SERIES.
BOOK 1: Thirty Nights with the Alpha King (PTR)
BOOK 2: Thirty Nights Forgotten (FREE)
“I’ve heard tales of your beauty, Lady Addison,” he finally says, composing himself. “I know my predecessor paraded you around proudly before his disappearance.”
He reaches for my hand, bringing it to his lips to place a gentle kiss on my knuckles. His touch sends a shiver down my spine, which isn’t entirely unpleasant.
But still, I pull my hand away.
“You mentioned your predecessor,” I say, changing the subject. “Do you mean Nicholas? Do you know where he is?”
However, it takes him a long time to respond. Instead, he begins to walk in a circle around me, examining me from head to toe with that piercing gaze of his.
“Hey, I asked you a question!”
“I am not deaf, Lady Addison. I am simply taking my time to admire the view. It is my prerogative as the king to do as I wish.”
“You are not the rightful king! Nicholas is!”
Suddenly, his hand grabs my face, spinning me around to confront his gaze. It’s no use struggling against him; his grip on my chin is so strong and steady that I can’t move.
Or is it those eyes that have rendered me immobile?
Our faces are only inches apart, and I can feel his hot breath fanning my face when he speaks.
“As the new king, I needed to be certain that Nicholas would not come back to claim my throne. I’ve been scouring every corner of the realm for him until my sources followed a lead to a place called Earth. When I sent soldiers to bring him back, it looks like they caught his mate instead.”
I meet his gaze challengingly, unwilling to give him any additional information about Nicholas or his whereabouts.
“But I know the power of the mate bond more than anyone. It’s only a matter of time before Nicholas comes to the castle in a desperate attempt to rescue you. And when he does, I’ll kill him on sight.”
His grip on my chin tightens, but his other hand begins to run his fingers gently through my hair, taking me by surprise. His touch is both firm and tender, and as he steps even closer, I wonder if he’s going to kiss me.
But he stops just short.
“Perhaps, when he is dead, I will take his mate as my own.”