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Where Do You Stand?
~MILO~
“I actually thoughtNeo or Onyx would beat me to the punch, but your company is rather unexpected.”
“When I looked at your group dynamic, I really didn’t see you as a threat.” The words left me as I moved out of the shadows of the corner into the rays of the moonlight that seeped into the small room.
“What about now?”
My eyes of gold with trickles of red locked onto Saint’s orbs of blue, noticing the twinkle of mischief in them.
“Now I feel like you’re a top contender in this race of stealing your Alpha’s love.”
Saint lightly chuckled as his hand lightly ran down Willow’s back. She was pressed into his side, the blanket simply covering from her waist down. The markings on her back intrigued me, though the symbols and designs weren’t physically showing.
My fae sight detected them by default, but it took an added few seconds to conclude many others wouldn’t be able to see the hidden designs along her spine.
I felt the slight shift in the air, and it made me chuckle.
“I’m not stealing her away from you,” I pointed out. “You remind me of Onyx and Neo, but you try not to show how possessive you really are, huh?”
My eyes returned to Saint’s. His orbs were now pitch black and staring back at me with seriousness. “What did I do to trigger you?”
“Nothing really,” he began, his voice emotionless, and yet a sinister smile spread across his lips as he tilted his head to one side. “Your existence is threatening.”
“C’mon now,” I reasoned. “If I wished for your and your pack’s demise, I could have done so plenty of times prior to this.” Fae at my level of royalty always pissed off entities with forbidden power. It was like an automatic competition was initiated when two overpowered entities entered a ballroom. Only this time, I was surrounded by six others.
And a princess that could potentially kill us all.
“Maybe,” he admitted as his eyes lowered to stare at Willow’s sleeping figure. “But I doubt you’re into suicide. Could have done that at some point of your captivity in the Vile Queen’s clutches.”
He had a point.
The mere mention of that woman made me bite my bottom lip. The fury of being captured like a slave was riding against my senses. I went from a born prince who was worshipped like he’d be crowned and seated upon the golden throne to a chained dog that begged for freedom.
Absolutely pathetic.
“Now I triggered something,” Saint said in return, tugging me out of my dark thoughts. “You’re gonna have to confront that monster under the bed.”
“I’m well aware,” I calmly voiced. "Just like we’ll all be forced to face our demons and secrets at some point of our lives.”
I further walked into the room, grabbing the nearest chair and silently moving it until I faced Saint’s side of the bed. There was no way I’d sit on the opposing side. A minute of viewing Willow’s back would either reward me with a boner or a coffin to rest in.
I’d rather avoid both options.
Deep down, I didn’t want to acknowledge Willow’s femininity.Her beauty, grace, layers of power, and selflessness tugged at my heart…and cock.I knew she was willing to share herself among the pack members, but all of this was temporary on my end.
Yet, her sudden death hurt me more than I could fathom.
We survived death row, but you didn’t need to be blind to not feel the approaching threats in all directions.
That Vile Witch isn’t going to wait for us to strike.
“Why don’t we have some sort of truce?” I offered. “It would make having a conversation far easier.”
Spinning the chair until the back part faced forward, I lowered onto the seat and rested my arms upon the top edge. It felt weird wearing the black short-sleeved top and casual black pants since I’d been stripped of such human rights during my months in that dungeon cell, but what was weirder was being in the power seat of a conversation.
