Avery’s P.O.V.
“I don’t understand why he made you engaged with me when he wants to wait for his mate. This is …. Is ridiculous,” I said to Xavier when he told me about the king, and his big brother, Marcus King. Xavier smiled sadly and looked in the other direction.
I sighed and slowly stood up to approach him. We were on the balcony of my room, having brunch in the evening. I sat down on the armrest of his chair, and wrapped my hands around his shoulders, resting his head on my chest, and putting my chin on the top of his head. I knew the answer very well because this was just like the struggles of wealthy families in the human world.
He didn’t resist and kept his head on my chest comfortably. I didn’t like being touched by anyone, but I couldn’t deny that Xavier’s presence never made
