The Orphan Werewolf and Her Two Kings

6: Consequences

“Thank you, King Samuel, for saving me and…”

King Samuel puts his hand up before I’ve completed my sentence. His commanding aura is enough to stop me in my tracks. I almost stop breathing, reacting too strongly to a light suggestion. I’m unsure what to do. So many emotions inside me fight to get out; I want to go home and gather my thoughts.

Silence follows my half-sentence, and we stare at each other. It seems like he’s itching to say something. I’m not the only one with a lot on my mind. But he’s the one who stopped me from speaking, not the other way around.

King Samuel’s eyes blackened for a few seconds, a typical sign of a wolf disagreeing with his human side. What about me leaving is making them fight with each other? What is it he wants to say to me? I’m unsure if I want to know why, but I can’t keep myself from asking questions to myself.

As he hesitates, I glance at the door. I want this to be over. Powerful men aren’t always the safest bet, especially if they have some regrets. He might have them, and that is bad news for me. I take my chance and step toward the exit, but then he finally drops out of his train of thoughts.

“I’m so sorry for last night!” he spits out. It’s almost unkinglike. He seems more like a teenager than a century-old king. But his words surprise me more than his tone. It’s enough for me to turn back to him, giving him my full attention.

“What?”

“I hope you don’t think ill of me. After all you went through last night, I should have controlled myself. I, I, I…” he looks at me with soft eyes full of regret. “You were vulnerable, and I...”

My heart melts for him. I must put him out of his misery, but first, I must suppress my need to go all “awwww” on him. Unable to keep it all in, I smile and tilt my head.

“I asked you to f**k me, and I meant it,” I say, hoping it’s enough to feel better about himself.

“But..” he tries again.

“No, buts. I wanted you. I needed you. Heck, I wanted you to f**k me the moment you burst in that window!” He smiles at that despite some regret lingering in his eyes.

“I am so sorry for stepping over the line. Can you forgive me?”

Knowing I’m not angry at him calms him enough to ask for forgiveness in a more kingly fashion. Gone is the nervous teenager I found endearing. Still, it has warmed my heart to know that even royalty has human qualities. It makes me wanna kiss him again. It feels good he acknowledges our connection. Last night might have been intense, but it felt good to share it with him.

“There is nothing to forgive.” I don’t add my thoughts: “Why would I protest against the best f**k I’ve ever had?” He’s a king. He doesn’t need an ego boost anytime soon. Not unless he pays me for it, and less likely. Not after what we had last night. I wasn’t a s*x worker. I was a woman with my own needs.

“Thank you,” he smiles, but something hides in his eyes.

His expression changes, and all humanity disappears. I won’t like what he has to say next. Everything about him shines a different type of regret than I thought he had. He’s not nervous because he believes he will hurt me. He’s worried because he thinks I can and will hurt him. His look is all I need to understand that I’ve read him all wrong.

“Can we keep this between us?”

My shoulders drop. Why did I do this to myself? It’s so foolish to think there is more to it. He is afraid of a scandal. This is where His Royal Highness’s regret comes from.

“Of course. It’s not like anyone would believe me. And I would lose my clientele if I couldn’t keep a secret. I don’t kiss and tell.”

He winces at the word clientele. In other words, he is ashamed of getting it on with a s*x worker. Usually I don’t mind men being like this, but this time I thought it was more special. Unfortunately, the connection was only in my head. He only wanted an easy f**k, and now he has regrets. It doesn’t matter. I’m just as mad at myself for thinking it might have been something more.

When you are a s*x worker, it’s always complicated to have s*x with someone who’s not a client. It’s why it never worked with any of my exes. I know better than to think someone would want more from me. Never mind. I know I’m not desirable for a deeper connection.

“No need to apologize or to tell me to be quiet. Now, I need to get home if there is nothing else.” I smile as reassuringly as I can, but my tone is a tad chilly.

King Samuel reaches for me but drops his hand before touching me. He looks defeated. I don’t care. Beginning to walk out, I suddenly remembered the money he had offered me. And where are my things? I let my anger talk as I turn around one more time.

“The bastard didn’t pay me last night, and you promised me the bounty. Also, I haven’t found my phone. Is it still in the room?”

King Samuel reaches into his pockets to give me my phone and a money clip. I already see it is much more than the bounty should be, so I try to stop him. He might see me like nothing, but my parents gave ethical morals growing up. There is no need to pay me to be silent.

“I only need the bounty. Last night was free. Consider saving my life a p*****t if it helps your conscience.”

Anger flashes in King Samuels’s eyes, and his aura grows heavy. I shrink from the weight in the room, but I’m pissed, too, so I refuse to submit to him. My problem with authorities strikes again, but I don’t care. Even when it’s physically hurting.

“I insist.”

I shake my head.

“Take the money,” he uses the alpha command on me. I’m sure he hasn’t used it on me before because I’m left with no choice this time. Despite fighting it as hard as possible, I offer my neck in submission. I want to tell myself I am taking the money because I need it, but that’s not true. King Samuel’s aura is too powerful.

I gulp as he comes closer, sniffs my neck, and growls into it. I don’t know how long we stand there. Suddenly, it’s over, and he puts my phone and money in my hands. Then he steps back and lets me leave. I hurry out of the bedroom and the royal suite, not looking back.

Outside his royal suite, I stop to catch my breath, leaning against the wall. I take several deep breaths to calm my nerves. I’m no longer angry at myself for making the mistake of believing there was something. He must have played me. He wanted me to misunderstand, and now that playtime is over, he doesn’t want to see me again. Disappointed but accepting the reality check, I walk towards the elevator and head home. I hope I never get to relive this much excitement again!