Author's Note:
Hey everyone!
Thank you so much for giving this book this much love and as a gift from me, here's a bonus chapter! I hope you enjoy it.
Tyrion's POV
Tyrion was waiting with his weapons in his hands, ready to slay bad hair demons from his Princess's hair. His princess- the word made his heart fill with happiness and he wondered if his mate would have made him this happy.
The way the elders tell this, or anybody with a mate, being with your mate feels like you're with another version of yourself who just grew up different and loves you more than you love yourself.
Love. She doesn't love him yet, does she? Of course not he thought.
Shuffling sounds came from the bathroom and Tyrion fought the urge to barge in there and take her into his arms. You need to control yourself, he mentally groaned. It was as hard as not ripping off that Steve guy's head.
The bathroom knob twisted and Tyrion ignored his thoughts, he can't do her hair while he thinks about kissing now, can he?
But the situation didn't help as Princess Jada came out in a towel. Just a towel!
The temperatures rose and Tyrion shifted in his place. She looked at him and smiled, Tyrion's eyes wanted to focus on more than her face but he dared them not to. He can't disrespect her, especially now that she has a high chance of becoming his Luna.
Her paperwhite skin contrasted against her raven black hair and he could've sworn that he was looking at a porcelain doll.
"May I?" She gestured to the seat in front of the mirror and Tyrion broke out of the spell. Temporarily.
"Here Princess" Tyrion moved aside to let her walk to the seat. She came forward and sat. Now he was standing in front of her.
Tyrion moved to her back and started straightening her hair. She, on the other hand, started doing her makeup. He neatly sectioned her hair and as a reward, peeked a little onto her beautiful face. She was applying something to her face with a sponge and when she noticed him staring, she just blushed. He mentally cursed himself as she started hurriedly doing what she was earlier doing. He wanted to make her comfortable, not even shyer.
He thought about making some talks but she beat him to it "how did you learn doing that Tyrion" she asked as she gestured to him perfectly straightening her hair.
"Practice makes a man perfect" he replied And laughed.
"Oh yes, you must have had" she stopped mid-sentence, her tone changing " a few relationships right" she tried to play it cool but Tyrion could sense the possessiveness in her voice. His chest is swole with pride.
"On the contrary. I was never the one for relationships" Tyrion spoke keeping his gaze on her face. She has to like him at least right?
"That's nice" she instantly grinned not even wanting to hide it.
"What about you princess. How many relationships have you had?" Now he can feel the scary silence that fell upon them.
"Two actually. But one of them" her mind went to the kiss she and Steven have shared, it was a drunk night so she thought none of it till now but thinking about how she and Steven have spent most of their life together she felt confused what she should call it "one of them wasn't even a relationship. We were just close"
Tyrion's jaw clenched but he couldn't admit it. Couldn't admit that he was jealous.
Finishing her hair in the back, he moved forward in front of her face. They were so close that he can smell her breath. Her sweet little body was going up and down against his along with her every breath.
Tyrion held her chin with his right hand and pulled it upwards so that she was looking at him through her lashes.
Tyrion intended to do her hair but now he was contemplating on doing her instead.
His thumb ran over her lips and she closed her eyes.
He dropped his head so that he was on her level now. Their noses touched and Sophie gasped for air. Tyrion held her chin and tilted her face upwards diagonally. Her chin was in front of him and he started kissing it.
He traced her jaw from her chin down to her neck. As he reached her neck, she shivered and it sent an animosity in his body.
He was about to mark her.
He kissed the delicate skin on her neck and she half moaned. Tyrion could now no longer control his canines and they poked her skin.
Sophie was still in ecstasy when she felt something sharp touching her neck and she broke out of it. Her eyes widened "Tyrion" she exclaimed and Tyrion snapped out of it.
What he was about to do was wrong. It was wrong for the 12 princesses outside and his pack members who might face the consequences of him disrespecting the other packs.
"I-I'm sorry Jada" he apologized even though he didn't mean it. He was not sorry for what he did, instead, he wanted to complete what he just started but she needs to agree first. It can be wrong to the other princesses but he doesn't care, it was the right thing to do for his heart, one that he couldn't control.
He kissed her forehead and then both of her cheeks "god! I just can't " he exclaimed and left the room.
He wished he could have completed his sentence, he can't control it any longer.