Lycan Prince Matteo novel Chapter 12

Matteo

Why can't she sit there so we can talk? I was still mad that she kissed another man, even if she knew she was mine. What was so great about that future beta that she was willing to take him instead of me, a prince and a future king? I was full of jealousy, especially when I learned that Clay was her first kiss. I knew it the moment I kissed her. She doesn't know how to respond, even if she tries to. And that mutt, that mutt, took her first kiss away from me.

Although I am far from flawless, I have had sexual relations with a she-wolf and a female Lycan beyond mere kissing. But I thought it would feel great if I were her first kiss. I wanted to be the first man to do everything with her, so I warned her to do as I said, but she still didn't listen to me. I didn't know that she was this hard-headed. She was far from the Freya I know, who always had her head down.

"Sit, Freya," I said again.

"No," she replied.

"Why can't you just sit there?" 

"I didn't want to sit on the bed your woman occupied just a little while ago," she replied. Are all women like her?

"I kissed you right after that mutt kissed you as well!" I yelled, "You're just going to sit there so we will be able to talk."

"I didn't ask you to kiss me. Why are you bringing that up now?" She replied, and I could see that she was angry as well. "You know what? I had better go home. If you want to talk, just come to me when you cool down," she added, and she started to walk out of the door.

"Come back here, Freya; don't make me lose my patience with you." Her eyes were full of pain when she looked at me, but I tried not to console her. We needed to talk so we would be able to understand each other. I wanted to know why I couldn't smell her or why she didn't have her scent. I have to give her a cold shoulder now if I want to know everything I want to know about her.

"I hate you," she said as tears cut down her face.

"Shit!" I went to her and pinned her to the door, but not to hurt her. Only to make her face me, "Shh.. don't cry, baby." I said as I wiped her tears. We are so close that I feel her fanning my face with her breath as she looks up.

"Fine, let's talk," she said after she shoved my hands and sat on the bed. I could see her face harden; maybe she was still thinking about how Eunice was lying on the bed earlier. "What do you want to talk about?" She's so cunning. How could she act that way now?

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, 

"If you were in my shoes and I was the princess with a man beside me, would you be able to tell me that I am yours?"

"Of course! And I am going to kill that son of a bitch for touching you!" She rolled her eyes and said,

"It's easy for you to say because you are not the one who would be denied," she said, and I get her point.

"Why did you let him kiss you?" 

"I already told you that I have already given up and that you will know that I am your mate," she replied.

"Why is it so easy for you to give up on me? Do you know that Lycans had difficulty finding our destined mates?"

"Yes, that's why I gave up. It was natural for your kind because you are free to have your chosen mate. After you finish whatever you're doing or want to accomplish here, you will be leaving the pack and might not come back."

"That's why you had to let me know."

"I already told you the reason, and the other thing is, you are always intimate with that female Lycan, so more or less, you are already planning on taking her as your chosen mate."

"No," 

"Don't lie. That bitch wouldn't be acting that way if you had clarified that what you only wanted for her was plain s**. You gave her hope. That's why she thinks that you're hers." I couldn't say anything. She may be correct, but

"Did you know why you are glowing?" I asked, and I saw that she was confused.

"I don't get it. What do you mean?"

"You are attracting Clay, Alec, and later, other males. You are turning."

"Baby," 

"Don't call me that; I am not that bitch."

"Come on, I want to call you that."

"Then do you want me to call you Clay?"

"Over my dead body."

"So do I." She's hard-headed and always talks back. I was still thinking about what I should call her when she said again, "Freya."

"What?" I asked.

"Call me Freya, my name. I want you to call me by my name."

"Come on..." 

"It's final," she said, standing up. "We're done talking now, right?"

"You are not to decide," I said. I noticed that she was the one leading our conversation instead of me. She raised a brow at me again. "But, yes, we're done talking," I said that and just agreed with her. I didn't want to anger her anymore, fearing she would reject me.

"I am going home now."

"Fine," why am I so powerless over her? This is not good, and I need to do something about it. I will be the next king in months, and I will not allow her to dominate me. But what was I going to do when I was really in the palm of her hands?