The Mating Destiny: Werewolves of Montana Book 7 by Bonnie Vanak

Author:Bonnie Vanak [Vanak, Bonnie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-05-29T12:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

Alex. Emma pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, or this was a nightmare. Because having the crown prince of all of Clan Drakon was a nightmare. If anyone found him here…

“What are you doing?!” she demanded.

Assuredness shone in his eyes. He spoke in a deep, husky whisper, “I’m sure there are eyes watching us. Keep your voice down.”

“There is one camera and it’s off. I already checked. Now, what the hell are you doing here, Alex?!”

“Rescuing you.”

“You can’t.”

“Getting you out is going to be a bit of a challenge, that’s all. A challenge.”

“Alex, don’t be so arrogant. The bars on the windows are pure iron and laced with magick. It’s too dangerous. You might break a claw and damage your manicure.”

He sputtered. “I have no manicure.”

Weary, she leaned back upon the bed. “You shouldn’t have come here. You’re the crown prince. And I can rescue myself. Why did you have to do this?”

“I’m your friend and I would not see them sell you like a fucking sheep!”

“Alex, you’re shouting. What did I warn you about losing your temper? Put a sock in it.”

His broad shoulders sagged. “I had to come here. Who else is going to spring you?”

“Me. I’m not helpless.”

The prince swept over her with his impervious gaze. “In that outfit?”

Emma plucked at the silk harem trousers and the gauze that barely covered her. “I look ridiculous.”

“You look amazing,” he murmured. Then he turned hastily. “Never mind how you look. Let’s break you free.”

“You can’t. I have a plan and it did not include you.”

But he seemed to ignore her statement. Alex went to the window. It was fashioned from latticework to look pretty, but thick iron bars blocked access.

“It’s enchanted. Don’t touch it,” she warned. “The guard who brought me here said it contains dark magick and burns your flesh, be you shifter or Fae.”

He touched one and winced. Emma folded her arms and rolled her eyes. “Hello? Listen much?”

“Bare skin to magick iron, not a good idea,” he muttered. Alex tugged the polo shirt over his head, leaving his chest bare.

As he sat at the window sill and wrapped the shirt around his hand, her jaw dropped. Dear goddess, he was gorgeous in clothing, even more gorgeous out of it. His shoulders were wide and strong, his chest was dusted with dark hair that stretched from one brown nipple to another, and his torso rippled with muscles.

A small blue-inked tat rode on his right shoulder. Squinting at it, she realized it was a dragon holding a spear.

“Seriously? You couldn’t get inked with something that wasn’t a cliché?”

He looked down to where she pointed. “Oh, that. I wanted my clan’s symbol. Other dragons from Clan Drakon are permitted to pierce their left ears, their nipples or get inked wherever they choose. But because I am crown prince, I must leave my body untouched and unmarked.”

Snorting, he turned back to the window.

“Where did you get it done?”

“Drunken night out with the guys, at an ink parlor in New Orleans.

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