[ACROD]
"Go, my beautiful. The king waits for you. I'm only a whisper away if you need me," Alanor said, looking at Unar so possessively. It was as if he was trying to master his Erasthai's face even though he knew this man inside out.
Alanor was obsessed with Unar. Hell, even before King Unar could respond, Alanor captured Unar's lips in a possessive kiss, like he was already marking territory.
The Lycans were confused at the reaction, and honestly, they wanted to say that Alanor didn't need to be so possessive over Unar. The man was here as a king.
However, it took a moment for them to turn to see the giggling women in the near distance to understand what Alanor was doing. The crazy beast of the midlands was marking his territory.
But would that even be an issue when anyone with sense would know better than to covet that which was a Wynter's?
"Whoa, that was intense," Unar said sheepishly, a blush creeping up his cheeks when they pulled back.
