King Nathan
After taking a shower, I lay on the couch, ignoring the throbbing in my boxers. No amount of self-love would deflate the beast. So, I spend most of the night, staring at the ceiling with a raging hard on. I guess we were both staring at the ceiling. I wonder if this was how shifters deal with finding their mates and are unable to mark them. I've never been unable to control myself before. Always the cool and calm prince and now king.
My father was always the tyrant. He was hard on me, more on Sage, but I never thought much of it until Ashlyn came back into our lives. I believed he was protecting her, but he wasn't. He didn't want her to outshine him in this sick delusion. She was always going to be our Queen, and he couldn't handle that her mother didn't choose him. I based
