3. Wham-Bam
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In their aftermath bliss, Tatiana wondered out loud, “What are you?”
She had started having doubts the moment their bodies came together as one. His pace wasn’t that of a human, of that she was sure.
He neither stiffened nor laughed it out. Instead, he told her softly, “I am not at liberty to say.”
She sighed as her heart ached. She even wondered whether his real name was Adrian. The deceit stung more than it should… for someone who wasn’t supposed to get attached, a lie shouldn’t hurt so much.
You lied to our mate as well, her wolf reminded her.
I couldn’t possibly tell him my real name, she replied before shutting her off.
Tatiana then turned to him and drew circles distractedly on his chest before placing soft butterfly kisses on it.
“I have one too many obligations,” she told him in a whisper.
“Forget about them,” he prompted her, a small lopsided smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
She shook her head negatively. “I can’t.”
“Not even for a night?” He insisted softly.
And then, without allowing her the time to think about it, he took possession of her mouth. And it wasn’t long before they were at it again.
When morning came, Tatiana stirred, and stretched out her sore muscles in the bed, only to realize that she was alone in said bed. She opened her eyes in alarm, and tried to sniff out her mate.
There was no trace of him in the hotel room.
It was her first time experiencing a wham-bam-thank-you-madam. And it hurt. It hurt like there was no tomorrow.
She couldn’t help the tears that stung her eyes and then fell as she showered, while trying to rub his touch and scent off her.
She had been under the shower for nearly 10 minutes and when she emerged, there was still no trace of him.
She put on her clothes in haste and then made her exit. It was her first time walking the walk of shame in such a manner.
She had to bite on her bottom lip to contain her sobs as she left the hotel in a hurry.
She would never forgive him. And most importantly, she would never forgive Liam King. She was sure that if she hadn’t spoken – even cryptically – about her obligations Adrian wouldn’t have left so abruptly.
Nevertheless, her heart ached and longed for that handsome mate of hers.
She was sure to never forget him, to always remember his branding touch and smooth possession. No, he hadn’t been her first, but he had been her fated one… and that had to count for something.
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Liam needed time to think. He had never imagined he’d meet his mate in Roma. He had a peace treaty to uphold, an alliance to respect, and an arranged mating waiting for him.
Once the remaining 4 years were up, he was to mate with the werewolf princess Tatiana. They had never even met. And at this point in time, he wouldn’t care if they never had to.
All that mattered to him was this secretive Amy. He was sure the blonde’s name wasn’t Amy – just like his wasn’t Adrian. But what was he to do? He couldn’t possibly break things off with the werewolves again. If they got wind of his choosing a common wolf over their princess, he was sure they wouldn’t be pleased.
Could the dragons afford to go on yet another war? Yes, they probably could. They would be all too eager too.
But Liam was a pacifist and a diplomat at heart, contrarily to his older brother who was a better fit for the battlefield…
And thus, Liam left the hotel room discreetly, trying not to wake the beautiful sleeping blonde that now had his heart, and went out for a walk.
It was much too early for her to wake up, and that was the sole reason why he didn’t bother leaving behind a note.
He wandered around the city, his heads in the clouds, his mind occupied with one too many things. He was so lost in thoughts that he didn’t notice the time passing.
By the time he was about to return to the hotel room, and have a heart-to-heart with his sweet mate, he started wondering whether leaving before dawn had been the best idea.
He might be a diplomat at heart but that didn’t make him less of an i***t at times.
As he got off the elevator, he walked with hurried steps and a heavy heart towards the hotel room, bracing himself for her outburst. He was sure that no woman would like waking up in a hotel room alone.
But lo and behold, she wasn’t there at his return.
She left no note. He neither knew her contact number nor her address… Hell, he didn’t even know her real name.
All he had was a night to remember and a face. A beautiful heart-shaped face with blue eyes, framed with thick blond hair.
He searched around the room for any sign of something… All he found was a scarf. The scarf she had been wearing the day before.
A roar left his chest out of frustration. It was his first time getting wham-bam-thank-you-madam’ed, and it stung – more than he could admit, more than he could put it in words.
After all, he hadn’t been ditched by a common girl. He had been left behind by his own fated mate.
He was a dragon, not exactly the best species to track down someone. Even if she was his fated mate, and he could smell her from a mile away, the fact remained that he had been gone for too long, and her scent barely remained around the room.
He could do nothing but rely on fate to bring them together again.
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