Chapter 269. My Princess?

CRIMSON

From the moment I laid eyes on the princess I was instantly pulled to her, but I was engaged, and I loved Gillian. Didn't I?

Then why was I so worked up at Tawny's sassy and bold mouth? Why am I kissing her, my body reacting to hers, coming alive at the feel of her soft tiny body against mine?

Mason's voice had her pulling away from me thankfully. So why did I instantly feel cold and empty once she had moved away from my embrace?

"Are you okay Princess?" Mason asked her, his hands on her arms and dark eyes full of worry gliding over her frame.

I scrunched my face up, did she call him to come here? Is she afraid of me? She should be.

It wasn't until she accused me of ignoring the mate bond, the serious look on her face—did I realize I was her mate. I thought King Armand would have told her about me, apparently, he didn't because she looked at me like I was insane when I told her I wasn't a werecat.