The Dark Prince's Prize

Chapter 6-2

Adalard gritted his teeth. Chad’s appearance couldn’t have happened at a worse time. Samara’s confession that she could see his colors confirmed what he already knew—she was his mate. It was the fear and confusion in her eyes and voice that worried him.

Ha’ven had warned him that humans were unaware of the power they held inside themselves. Arrow suspected, from Ha’ven’s description of what happened when he met Emma, that a chemical and physical bond, latent inside Emma, had been awakened. Adalard didn’t care how it happened, just that it had! He would leave the biology of it to his anal twin to figure out.

“Mason went over the rules with you, didn’t he?” Chad asked.

“Yes,” he replied in a curt tone.

“Good, good. Is there anything specific you are here for? Anything I can help you with?” Chad continued.

“Yes. You can leave,” he answered.

Chad stopped and faced him. Adalard didn’t care that he was being rude. He wasn’t used to being nice to anyone except Emma—and Jaguin’s mate, Sara, and his mother. His irritation grew as the list of people got longer.

I am going soft, he thought, stiffening with dismay.

The mental image of the Twin Dragons throwing knives at him helped relieve a bit of his worry. There were also enemies still trying to kill him.

Reassured that his soft spot towards women was normal and not much else had changed, he focused on what Chad was saying.

“I see that the alien sense of humor is still intact,” Chad dryly replied.

“There are a few matters I need to take care of. I do not need your assistance… unless…” he began.

“What is it?” Chad asked.

Adalard glanced back at the barn. Perhaps Chad could give him more information on the men who were a threat to Samara. There was a shrewd look in Chad’s eyes, and the man was shaking his head by the time Adalard looked at him again.

“Rule number one: no fraternizing with any of the women on the ranch,” Chad reminded in a stern tone.

Adalard shrugged. “At the moment I’m trying to avoid committing rule number two: no killing anybody,” he responded with a flash of a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Chad paled. “s**t. You should know we have one of those communicator things for emergencies,” he threatened.

Adalard chuckled. “Your intimidation skills are good, but they could use some work,” he replied.

“You’re about to show me how to do it better, aren’t you?” Chad warily asked.

Adalard nodded. “If necessary. Now, I have some questions for you,” he stated.