his calves were rounded with strength. The bottoms of his dark feet were lightly pink in color and clean of dirt.
He was absolutely gruesome in size, practically a monster.
And those rounded ears? Revolting.
At least his eyes were closed. Those were rather creepy.
The thought that my…soul mate…turned into a tiger churned my stomach with loathing—and some fear. He wasn’t appealing in the slightest. What in the Fae fuck had happened? This was wrong on every level that I could even count. My life and his were now up for grabs as soon as the Fae realized what had happened.
I sneered in disgust and quietly slipped from my bed.
I found my underwear and bra on the floor and quickly put them on, along with an overlarge nightgown that hid almost every part of my frame. I rubbed over my heart and glanced back to the naked slumbering man on my bed. I could feel him in my chest. I could tell he was having sweet dreams, not a care in the realm right now. It was light, a quiet touch, but it was there.
It was definitely there inside my Fae-spark now.
The Fae would kill us…
Or, perhaps they wouldn’t? Because this was a mistake.
I would argue that point if they didn’t own up to it.
Obviously, the Fae were not flawless.
They messed up like any other being.
But since they were not known for being particularly forgiving, I would rather they stay far, far away in Fairy for the foreseeable…forever.
I flashed my fangs at the shifter king. This was atrocious.
My eyes shifted to the covered window. The sun appeared to be bright enough that it was no longer early morning. It would be time to leave soon for our first quest to save the realm.
Wonderful. I had to wake King Ugly.
I bent down and grabbed one of his heavy boots. I hefted it up and threw it across the room straight at him. It hit his naked ass hard just as I had wanted.
I snarled, “Wake up.”
His head shot up off the bed. His teeth bared from being jarred awake, and one of his arms lifted and turned his torso in the direction of the attack. He bellowed, “Who in the fuck just hit me—”
King Athon snapped his mouth shut, stopping his own words short. He blinked the sleep from his eyes gradually and squinted right at me—as if he were trying to remember who in the Fae fuck I was. His white hair stuck up in a few places, giving him a much less regal appearance.
I allowed him a moment to gather his thoughts, as I had done when waking. This situation was a lot of horrible to process in the first place, much less when rousing from the protection of slumber.
The shifter king’s mouth opened. “I think I might throw up.”
Excellent. He was done. We could move on with our day.
I pointed a finger behind him. “Bathroom is back there. Get the Fae fuck out of my bed, Your Royal Highness.”
“Holy Fairy fuck,” King Athon groaned. He rolled and dropped his feet to the floor—monstrous enough to touch it while sitting on my mattress—and started rubbing at his face with both of his palms, chafing the skin with jerky movements. His back faced me when he griped, “Where is my crown?”
“Right next to your naked ass that needs to get off my bed.” I bent down and chucked another boot at him, nailing him right in the middle of his back with a decent thump. “We’re going to be late for this wretched day if you don’t hurry up.”
The boot shot back through the air so fast it blurred.
“Oomph,” I gasped in pain, hunching over at my middle. The boot had met its mark right in my stomach. “You asshole! You broke something in there!”
He grabbed his crown beside him and glared over his shoulder. The shifter king didn’t speak. He just aimed death from his eyes directly at me, not giving a Fae shit that I was in pain.
“Damned shifter prick.” My stomach mended itself, and I straightened to stand tall—as much as I could around him. “Fine. I won’t hit you again, Your Royal Highness.”
“Excellent. If you attack me, I will come back ten times harder at you,” he snarled. His solid black eyes blazed on mine. “Do you understand?”
“I understand your bare shifter ass is still on my bed. I will need to burn my sheets.” I sniffed and lifted one hand. I quirked a questioning, red eyebrow. “Maybe I’ll