King (Alliance #2)

All the dangers of my world crashed onto my shoulders.

I had done this.

I had put her in this situation.

My steps take me into the kitchen, and I grab a beer out of the fridge.

I don’t usually drink very often but drinking sounds like a great idea right about now.

Dropping the cap on the counter I lift the bottle to my lips and the taste brings me back to last night. When Savannah came out of that room, looking thoroughly used. Looking perfect.

She looked like mine.

I want to argue with myself that I’m only being territorial, only acting jealous, because she’s my wife. That I respect vows made between two people. And that’s what makes her mine.

That’s not all of it though, is it?

I tip the bottle further and gulp down the rest.

I like her.

I like my wife, and liking her makes me feel guilty about what I’ve done to her.

Liking her also means I want to keep her.

I am going to keep her.

I also want her to like me back.

My eyes squeeze shut.

How the fuck am I supposed to make her like me back?

I set the bottle down and grab another.

Another mouthful of beer and I remind myself,I’m King Fucking Vass.I know how to make women fall for me.

No. That stupid inner voice argues.You only know how to make women fall for your dick.

I shrug at myself and finish the bottle.

Seems like a good enough place to start.

Because if she falls for my body, I can make her fall for me.

And if she falls for me, she won’t run away again.

And if she doesn’t run from me, then I can keep her safe.

Because that’s what I do. I keep my family safe.

And my goddamn wife is part of this family. Willingly or not.

CHAPTER47

Savannah

“This is cozy.”