King Stephan’s POV
“One more time, my love?” Jocelyn begs as she strokes my bare chest, her sad eyes filled with unshed tears. “Please? I can’t bear the thought of losing you forever!”
“You’ll get over it,” I say, extricating myself from her arms, and getting out of my mistress’s bed. “Pretend that I’ve grown old and died, and go search for another lover. It would have happened eventually anyway, my dear. In the meantime I need to get going or I’ll miss my flight!”
“I want to scratch out that she wolves eyes for ever thinking she might be your mate!” Jocelyn angrily pouts.
“It was the other way around,” I inform her as I head for the shower. I don’t wish to arrive in Seattle smelling like my paramour. “You knew the day would come when I would need to take a mate. And that day
