Book 3: The Lost King

Alpha King Karl Striker

“Thank you for your help with the rogues,” I say to Sophia.

“It was my pleasure. I can’t stand the idea of them terrorizing that poor family,” she replies.

We step into the shower together, covered in rogues’ blood.

“They wouldn’t have stopped there, either,” I tell her. “They would have gone on to another family. And another.”

“Vultures,” she says harshly. She starts to scrub the blood out of my hair and I groan.

“Babe, shouldn’t I be doing you first?” I ask.

“You’re perfectly welcome to ‘do me’ anytime, anywhere, just as soon as I get you cleaned up,” she teases.

I growl and pull her against me, my cock hardening between us. “I can think of other uses for that smart mouth of y—”

“Your Majesty!” a man yells into the bathroom. Marcus?

“Yes?” I reply, putting Sophia behind me even though he wouldn’t be able to see her with the shower curtain in the way. “What are you doing, barging in