Jane knew better. She had her responsibilities as a princess and simply set her priorities up for tonight.
But the list seems to crumble down when her mate starts whining, yet again, while rolling on his stomach and sides and back again on his stomach like a baby.
She was starting to develop a headache.
"Ronald, babe please. Just a quarter hour more, and I'll be done." She couldn't have it in her to ruthlessly tell him to shut up and glare at him. That was because, he was being impossibly cute and she admits that he is being cuter than her.
"Babieee!" He whines again, pushing her to the edge and she has had enough. Slamming the book close and placing the pens back rather haphazardly, she turns around in her seat and gives him a look which sends chills down a normal alpha. But Ronald wa
