The Alpha's Temptation

He had wrapped his strong muscular arm around her in a vise like grip as if she might fall from the horse. But Tabit was very good at horse riding. She was a trained warrior just like her brother, but somehow, she sensed that Fafnir was treating her like a delicate doll. Though she wanted to tell him about it, she was reveling under the feel of his arm. It felt natural and safe.

Tabit was fighting her instincts because they were all haywire. She was trying to sew in every detail of her recent past. She came to conclusion about three things:

Her kingdom was in the midst of a war with the most powerful king of Araniea.

She was running away from her kingdom, with none other than the General of the enemy kingdom.

And he was her mate.

And now, his steel hard c**k was pressed against her back.

She should be feeling embarrassed, but she felt sexy. And that was embarrassing. She tried her best to move forward and not touch his c**k, but amidst his tight grip on her waist and a galloping horse, she managed to abrade her back against his shaft. She couldn’t believe when the touch was more like hot iron scoring her skin. She gasped.

“Princess Tabit,” Fafnir said. “Will you please sit tight while I am riding you? I mean I am riding with you.” Wait. The word ‘riding’ sounded obnoxious. “What I mean is that it would be nice if you don’t move,” Fafnir managed to say in a rough and deep voice. Someone, stop him from verbal diarrhea.

Tabit was mortified as she blushed to the roots of her hair. She mumbled something incoherent which even she didn’t understand.

“Why don’t you rest against my chest?” Fafnir wanted her to keep still but something so wild came out of his mouth that he wanted to smack himself. “I mean you can—”

“I get it!” she rasped. And he became quiet. Little did she know that he was blushing just as hard as she was.

They reached the army camp soon and Fafnir stopped right in front of Eltanin’s tent. He got down from the horse in one swift move. Just as Tabit was about to hop down, he grabbed her waist and helped her dismount.

She gasped as he did that and found herself against his chest, his arms curled around her waist and her feet hanging more than a foot in the air. Her eyes were at his level and her breasts pressed against his chest. She placed her hand on his chainmail shirt as her emerald green eyes locked with his gray ones.

Someone coughed up from behind, breaking their reverie. Fafnir slowly slid her down his body and over his still hard e******n. Tabit spun around to see Princess Lusitania standing outside her tent. She bowed to her.

Fafnir bowed to her immediately, a little rattled. “This is Princess Tabit, Prince Rigel’s sister.”

“I know!” Tania replied with a smile.

“Where is brother?” Tabit asked as she walked to Tania.

Tania’s smile turned sadder. “He has gone along with Eltanin to—” Tania didn’t know if she should speak much. She lowered her head.

“I know…” Tabit replied. “And thank you for sending someone to save me.”

“You’re welcome. Would you like to come inside?” Tania offered.

“Actually, Princess Tabit wanted to take a bath,” Fafnir interjected. “I was taking her to my tent.”

Tania’s eyebrow rose in doubt. Fafnir gulped but he really wanted his mate to rest after all the chaos she’s been through.

“I have something very important to talk about, General Fafnir,” Tabit said. “Then probably I will go to your tent.”

Fafnir gave her a flustered look. However, he bowed and immediately added, “In that case I shall take my leave, Your Highness. I have to be with the king.”

As soon as he left, Tania took Tabit inside her tent and the first question she asked was, “What just happened out there? Am I missing anything?”

Tabit pursed her lips tightly as b***d gushed to her cheeks and ears. “I don’t know…” she replied. Maybe it was too early to reveal that she was his mate.

Tania was a fae. There was something going on between them but she didn’t pursue the matter. “What was it that you wanted to tell me?” she asked, pointing to a chair behind Tabit. “I am so sorry about what is happening though. Things went out of control when Eltanin saw that tattered flag!”

“That’s what I wanted to talk about. That tattered flag wasn’t sent by my father!”

Tania stilled. Was it a conspiracy in which they were trapping Eltanin and Rigel? “Speak up, Tabit. I am getting worried.”

“Father asked me to take gifts for Princess Lerna and send them to the camp, but when I was about to exit the gates, my mother was standing there with her guards, and she—” Tabit lowered her head and shook it with embarrassment.

“And she?” another voice sounded.

Tabit whipped her head up to see that Princess Lerna was standing in the door with the flap lifted up.

Tabit felt sad for her. “She abducted me from there and used a poisoned cloth to make me unconscious. I don’t know what happened after that, but when I came out with General Fafnir, I saw that the palace had descended into complete chaos.”

“Does King Mintaka know about this misunderstanding?” Lerna asked as she stepped in.

Tabit shook her head. “I don’t know, but when I was coming here, mother tried to send her guards to capture me again. But Fafnir saved me. Also, even if my father will come to know about it, I don’t think he would go against my mother. It is too late. I just hope that things become clear on the battlefield.”

“Did you tell this to Fafnir?” Tania asked with a crease on her forehead.

“No!” Tabit was so much into handling her own emotions that she forgot about it.

“Then in my opinion, we must go to the battlefield and stop this war and madness!” Tania replied with determination.