The Brave Human Mate

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King Romulus' POV

Moments followed their bath, Rhea's legs felt utterly numb—She couldn't fathom what tomorrow's aches would be like from what had been accomplished in the tub, but the female hadn't felt this blissful in awhile.

And damn it all, it had been worth it.

Romulus, who had taken the liberty of drying and dressing her into a nightgown, hadn't dared let her touch the floor.
Not when he was an able body to do it for her.

She watched in pure amusement as he scrambled around to get everything according to his vision, or that is what she assumed he was up to. With the fire going strong, and Rhea tucked well into bed and a glass of water just beside her.

"Rom, I'm not ill, you know." Rhea reminded him, and the male had stopped his current action of replacing the wood in the heath to look towards her. "Of course not, but you're a small human. I don't want you to become ill. It's cold out here." She rolled her eyes and began to sit up further from the pillow.

It wasn't cold at all.
Sure the stone tiles held a bit of a chill in the morning, but opening a window would have done a much better job than starting a whole damned fire! 

But it made it much more suitable to air dry her hair, and thus, she did just that.

Though watching the male who brought her to such a blissful state working shirtless around her rooms was a sheer understatement that she was being spoiled.

"Rom, please stop fussing." It seemed like her voice had stalled him for all but a moment, before resuming his previous directive. Though when he returned to fill up her water, for the third time, she took hold of him by the fabric of his trousers. "I'll warm up much quicker if you were to join me, Romulus."

Rhea watched in wonder as she bared witness to both him and his wolf considering the option. And with a nod, he followed suit and tucked himself underneath the covers, only to pull her close rather abruptly.

"Are you feeling any pain?" He asked, and Rhea sighed into his chest, realizing that even she was nervous about which types of aches would ruin tomorrow's plans. "Not at the moment, no." Romulus' hum and curious hands had started to flutter up and around the likes of her bare skin.

Between this, the fireplace, and the obsessive beating of Romulus' heart, it was no wonder she had fallen to sleep with ease. Not to mention the likes of what happened just this morning.

Rhea had ultimately submitted to sleep, and the King could not move a muscle. Even the idea of disrupting her sleep now was causing his wolf to pout and huff in the worry of making her angry.

His discovery, which was now only an hour old, was a soothing revelation and detrimental to his sense of peace.
How was it that he couldn't piece this together before?!

The way he hunted her for months and came up empty-handed, hadn't he suffered tremendously?
And the only sense of peace had come in the form that he had males watching her and waiting for her return.

He hadn't planned for Alpha Stephan's disrespect, but there wasn't a choice made—Romulus simply acted. And it only become apparent now that when it came to Amory, it had always been like this.

Amory is his mate.

Amory is his mate.

Amory is his mate.

For minutes on end, the words had returned in a repeat—And the only reason he had been interrupted was the fact that his matura had alerted his Beta and Delta.