136. The Demonic Prince

KING ARCHIE’S POV

“Wow…”

Jay let out slowly when my eyes shifted to the approaching figure of my mate. She was with the girls but she stood out… She always does.

Her whitish-gray hair had been tied into a bun. She was wearing a fitted leather romper that most female Gammas wear when they have to fight. Even though that black leather romper has been seen on many females, my mate slayed the best.

The black boot she was wearing also complimented the romper. I was blown away despite the current atmosphere in Royal Hills.

“You are drooling, My King.”

Curtis tapped my shoulder, getting me out of my daze. I cleared my throat audibly and shook Curtis off.

Confidently, I said, “I am allowed to drool, Curtis. She is my mate. She belongs to me.”

Curtis chuckled as I began to walk back to where the Healers had been standing. My eyes were on Amanisa and that helped to eradicate the bitter taste of fear that has been attacking my tastebuds.

The Gammas, the male healers, and I have been strategizi