Beautiful rogue

Chapter 8. I want you.

Nadia pov.

I was awakened by the sun's rays, which persistently penetrated into the room through the window. I opened my eyes lazily, and as I tried to straighten my aching spine, I noticed that someone's hands were clinging to me. It took me a while to realize what happened yesterday. I was lying in the Prince's bed, and the prince himself was cuddling against my back.

I exhaled softly from my lungs and then tried to free myself from the trap I was in, but the more I moved, the more the arms tightened on my waist. I froze in place when I felt a growing bulge pressed against my buttocks. I panicked when I realized that this bulge was nothing but the boy's manhood.

I started to struggle more, and after a while I heard a faint growl behind me. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping the Prince didn't wake up, but unfortunately after a while my body was just below him. Terrified, I opened my previously closed eyes to meet the Prince's questioning gaze and his lips curved into a disarming smile.

- I thought it was just a dream. - he said, placing his hands on either side of my head.

He leaned over me and I felt the shivers go down. Haizi was jumping with joy in my head and I was terrified. I couldn't have s*x with a boy who didn't even know my name. Mate or not, it sure can't be like this.

You're easy, Haz. Not so long ago, we were running away from him in panic, and now you want him to f**k us.

I'm not easy, I just fully enforce the traditions.

Before I could react, his lips were pressed against mine, and I couldn't fight it. On the one hand, I wanted it very much, and on the other, I felt like a prostitute. With great difficulty I pulled away from his mouth, feeling that I was short of air and my cheeks were already red. He stared at me with eyes full of sadness and desire as I pulled myself up, leaning my back against the headrest, making him sit down too.

- Your Majesty, this is not a good idea. I know your name, but I cannot be straightforward towards the Prince using only his name, and I do not even dare to ask for such a possibility. - I whispered, and he moved restlessly and when he wanted to speak, I quickly interrupted him - I'm sorry, really, I'm very sorry, but what's the point? We don't know each other at all, you've only seen me once before, and in a wolf form. The only thing that draws us to each other is a bond that can be easily severed, so at this point I am asking you for one thing, reject me, Your Majesty.

With each word, I spoke more and more quietly, feeling a huge lump growing in my throat. I had to try very hard not to cry when I looked at the prince, who after my words got up from the bed and started pacing nervously around the room. Haizi tried to protest and take control of me to cancel everything, but I learned to fight her and push her down deep into my subconscious. I didn't want to reject it, it was a gift from the Goddess, but I couldn't just accept it. Olivier was a Prince, and not so long ago I was just a rogue. I couldn't destroy the kingdom and its reputation for mere bonding. There was nothing more between us, no love or attachment, just attraction and desire that pushed us towards each other.

- Do you know how hard it is for us to find the other half of our soul? - I heard his voice and when I looked at him, he wasn't even looking at me. - I have learned all my life how to fight and rule the kingdom. I was being prepared to take the crown. All my life my father kept telling me that for the sake of the kingdom I should get married politically, because I would never find my mate anyway. Once I had given up, I was ready to do my father's will, you came. It was amazing. I stood up to my parents, the Queen and the King, just because I didn't want to waste something like that. I've been looking for you all this time, and when you found me, and in addition, in human form, do you think that I will just reject you?

When he finally looked at me, his eyes were filled with pain and rage. I didn't know what to say to him because I didn't want to hurt him. I couldn't please my own father, the common Beta, and now I have to please the Royal Family? Accepting him in my life was also associated with accepting the fact that I would be the future Queen, and I did not want that.

- I'm not gonna break this bond. - The Prince said confidently. He walked over to the bed I was sitting on, then took my hands in his, which sent pleasant shivers down my body. - If I have to, I will lock you in the dungeons so you don't run away. - I looked at him in surprise, feeling a soft threat in his voice. - Now tell me your name and where did you come from. And don't address me so officially, I'm Olivier, and you can call me whatever you like, as long as it's not my title.

- I do not want to bore you... - Seeing his warning glare, I just sighed. - My name is Nadia, I am almost nineteen. Before I became a rogue, I belonged to the Liliac Garden. My father is Beta, his name is Samuel. He married my mother even though they were not destined for each other, and she died at my birth. When I was six, Beta found his soul mate Vivianne. A year later my stepbrother Matthew was born. I left pack as soon as I turned eighteen. - I closed my eyes, wanting to erase all the relapsing memories from my head. - When I met you, I had an internal battle with Haizi - my wolf. She is caring and direct. She was fed up with a life of humiliation and loneliness, so she decided that the best solution would be to take my body and make decisions for me. While we were running away from your guards and the cruel world we were hit by a car. I know, it sounds funny. The witch who hit us took care of me. With magic help, we managed to get Haz under control, and she made us finally get along. Since then, I have lived with Athena...

I stopped abruptly, feeling a mounting unease. Haizi howled in my head to let me know something was going on. I looked quickly at the Prince, who had jumped out of bed. He frowned, probably trying to contact someone through the mindlink.

Someone is attacking this place. - I heard my wolf's voice.

- You can't go there, your wound hasn't healed yet. - I shouted seeing as the man quickly came to the door and managed to put his hand on the doorknob. - Don't you dare! - I growled, walking up to him and blocking his exit with my body. I promised his parents that I would take care of him. I couldn't let him go to the battlefield like this.

Olivier looked at me in surprise as he tried to move me to the side so he could get out of the room, but he failed because the sudden movements made an unhealed wound on his ribs hurt. It was much smaller than before, but due to the vampire's venom, it was difficult to heal.

Blood began to leak through his T-shirt, and I wanted to strangle him for it. I pushed him slightly towards the bed, forcing him to sit down. I mumbled how irresponsible he was as I helped him remove his bloody blouse.

I winced at the sight of the wound that reopened. I don't know why, but I felt bad to see him injured. Damn mate bond. I took the potion out of my bag that should cleanse the wound and speed it up healing, and then gently spread it over the area where the blood was leaking. At first the Prince tried to protest, but after a while he gave up knowing that he was now in a losing position anyway.

As I was finishing bandaging his chest, a ginger boy I already knew entered the room. He looked at us abashed. I raised an eyebrow questioningly, taking my hands away from the Prince's warm body. Only now have I noticed how perfectly carved his body is and that it's hard for me to take my eyes off him. I felt my cheeks begin to burn as I turned red from shame.

- What's going on, Patrick? - The question came from the mouth of the dark-haired man who, without taking his eyes off me, put on a T-shirt trying to get out of bed, but I stopped him.

- You were right, they are hybrids. - Patrick said finally, glancing once at me once at the Prince. - They attacked our border. They are stronger and faster, but we have years of training behind us. Several guards were injured, one hybrid managed to escape.

I exhaled, then looked down at the bag I had brought with me. The potion will only last a few patients, and then I'll have to make new ones. If I act quickly enough, I can save their wolves.

- Will you take me to them? I'll try to help them. - I turned to the redhead and he nodded his head. - I will need a few ingredients, and if the attacks worsen, there will be more injuries and more medicine will be needed. - This time I turned to Olivier who was looking at me, who after my words nodded his head and stood up, grabbing my hand.

I looked at him and he just smiled. - You prefer that I go with you and that you can keep an eye on me, or will you leave me alone, Princess? - He asked and I huffed softly and pulled his hand.

I muttered under my breath as Patrick led us to the infirmary, and the Prince's hand continued to clench my hand. However, when we got there, he took his hand away, seeing the condition of his people. I saw that there were no more sparkles of happiness in his eyes, but pure concern. I took a quick look at a few of the nurses who were trying very hard to stop the bleeding. I cleared my throat to get rid of the vomiting reflex that caused the intense smell of vampire venom.

- Prince, with all due respect, but you should get out of here. - the older man said, giving us a quick glance.

- We will not disturb you, what's more, my mate will help you heal the wounded as she helped heal me. - he said without taking his eyes off the old man.

Everyone froze looking at me now. I felt her blush at Olivier's words. My mate... I looked around looking for the person who was most in need. I took a few bottles from my purse and handed them to the nurses. I walked over to the man who had no arm, and his chest bore deep claw marks. I was holding three bottles with various mixtures in my hand, explaining what they were for. I quickly started treating the injured person, telling about the order in which they have to use the fluids. The women nodded in agreement as they approached the beds of the most needy.

The prince watched the entire process with interest, seeing that the wounds on the soldier had finally started to close. Drops of sweat began to appear on my forehead. For us werewolves, the slightest contact with vampire venom was harmful, even if it did not enter our bloodstream. I left the bed after I finished bandaging wounds, then looked questioningly at the man who was looking at me thoughtfully. His hand was on my forehead and then on my cheek, and I felt a sudden calm overwhelm me. Pleasant sparks irritated my skin in the place where the boy's hand rested.

- Thank you. - one of the women finally said, nodding her head in respect at me.

I just smiled at her, then followed the Prince, who was holding my hand again and leading me towards the exit. As we stepped outside, he led me towards a garden full of flowers and herbs that I knew. My back was against a tree when Olivier looked at me again. His eyes were piercingly black. He rested his hands on the tree on either side of my head, then tilted his face down, making our breaths mingle.

- You don't even realize how much I want you now. - he whispered sensually, and shivers ran down my spine. - You are a smart and beautiful woman. Plus you're all mine. - With each word, his lips were closer to mine, and I couldn't move away from him. - I want you, and only you, and I will never reject you. - He added before he finally connected our lips.

Haizi was pleased with this turn of events. I groaned involuntarily as his hands fell under my blouse and brushed the bare skin on my waist. The Prince just smirked at my reaction and deepened the kiss. My legs were like cotton wool and if it weren't for his hands, I would have fallen to the ground. His lips didn't break from mine until we heard a grunt. A soft growl escaped from his mouth.

- Sorry to disturb you, but I think we need to talk. - I heard the Queen's voice, making my cheeks all red.