*Smut ahead. You've been warned*               "I'm not going to stop" he murmured against her mouth, expecting her to push him away or tell him she wasn't ready but instead she nodded. Reed jerked his head back in surprise. Had she given him the go-ahead? Or was he too wound up to understand the signals? "What? Why did you stop?" "That was your cue to push me away" "Why? I don't want you to stop" he pushed back his wolf. Knowing any moment now he'd try to come out and mark her. For now, she had agreed to be with him, which was surprising considering she'd told him she needed time. Seeing her in his bedroom had made him lose his train of thought. If she came back so soon, it meant she was there to pack her things. Angry as it made him, Reed thought he'd give her a bit of a hard time before letting her go. Have her believe he was pissed so she wouldn't take long to come back. He surely

                 She was clean, fed, probably sated -he wasn't sure about that so he would have to confirm later- and asleep. Reed watched her for a while longer, not believing how quickly the day had changed. When he woke up, he was angry, frustrated, and wanted to blow off steam. Since he wasn't in the mood for a run, he'd gone to the gym where he'd spent an hour doing a number on the sandbag. The king had made himself clear. His mind was made up about the heir. He wouldn't find another candidate. Reed should reject his mate and go to the palace to start his training. Emotional entanglements would only impair his judgment and he could end up losing the throne to rebels or rogues. A week. Claude had given him a week to do what needed to be done. As if rejecting someone was that easy. Why did he have to give up his mate for a throne he hadn't asked for? Not once had he thought about being the king. Even when he found out Clar

                      "Congratulations. When's the wedding?" Clarisse asked sarcastically to which Reed rushed to say,"Never going to happen. Stop messing around Robin" "Are you sure she understands that or do I have to drill it into her head?" He held back a grin while his wolf beamed with pride. Their mate was defending them. She loved them and didn't want them to be associated with another female "She's joking. Don't take it seriously""Of course. I can't even have fantasies with celebrities but she's allowed to joke about marrying you and I'm supposed to not take it seriously. Right?" She was sharp. He liked that about her. Already, she'd figured out her position was higher than his. All on her own. He'd thought it would take her at least a few months before she pulled rank on him. Things between them were progressing fast and he was realizing how outspoken she was. Her true character

                   "Ta-da" Clarisse opened her arms, gesturing to her little surprise. Reed raised his eyebrow in question. Another thing she'd noticed he liked doing. She found the way one eyebrow shot up whenever he was asking for an explanation was kind of sexy. But then again, of late everything about him was sexy. Must be the bond that was making her think that way. Aside from his temper, she couldn't find any flaws. How was that possible? Obviously this bond thingy was making her blind. Hiding his bad traits so she'd think he was the perfect man to ever exist. There and then she decided not to be brainwashed by it. Reed was handsome, had a banging bod and was every woman's wet dream but that didn't mean he was perfect. Hence the date she'd prepared. Little by little she was going to find out his imperfections. It was the only way to know if she was going to spend the rest of her life with him.  "What is this?" 

                    He stepped back, dropped his hands, and gazing at her, his eyes boring into hers. Searching. Clarisse smirked, wondering what was going on in his head. Before she left for the run, he'd been okay. Had even laughed and played with Clarissa. Why had his mood changed all of a sudden? He was more hormonal than she was and that was saying something. Seeing as she was a woman. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" "Dry yourself and get dressed. We need to talk" "About what?" She asked his retreating back. He had gotten in the shower with his clothes and shoes. Gremma was going to be pissed when she came for laundry. Clarisse stood there waiting for an answer that never came. Biting her lip, she stepped out, dried herself, and put on a robe. Thinking maybe she could seduce his bad mood away. Have him make love to her properly. She didn't mind him taking his frustrations out o