CHAPTER NINETEEN: AN INDECENT PROPOSAL

                                    

                                          
UNKNOWN
ONE WEEK LATER...
I felt the hot water pelt down on my body furiously. The jets and heat of it, relaxed my muscles one by one, and I started to feel my stress dissolve. The tension of the day slipped down my body and into the drain below. My room was a deluxe suite but the shower was the best part of it by far. It was incredible. Something I definitely needed after the day I had. The mess in the South African Kingdom had sent our entire community into a frenzy. What the FUCK actually happened?
We were in the middle of an emergency summit and it has been, by far, one of the most excruciating experiences of my short reign. Being a king had a host of responsibilities, not to mention the ludicrous amount of paperwork. God, I hate paperwork. The kingdom of Oceania was still relatively young, so I had to make a good show of my standing here. The council had been at pains to bring everything to a speedy resolution. All Werewolf royal and noble families, along with other prominent supernatural clans were summoned to discuss the tragedy and future of the South. 
The story given by the Beta Prince and Widowed Queen, had garnered a lot of sympathy from the other royal houses but I didn't buy it for shit. How do rogues just WALK IN? How were communications NOT sent out? WHERE are the other members of the royal house? There were too many unanswered questions and I was glad I wasn't the only one asking them. The whole thing stunk of sabotage and my gut was screaming. That man always made me weary.
My mind drifted to the first day of the summit. He didn't seem grieved, hurt or dismayed. His entire family was wiped out, save for his mother and two younger sisters. It was an inconceivable loss, to both of them... but those eyes, his eyes, they spoke a different story... There was something sinister lurking in there. Sighing audibly, as steam and water surrounded me, I decided to shove those thoughts to the back of my mind. That was for tomorrow and I need to decompress.
Finally feeling clean and refreshed, I closed off the tap and made my way out of the glass and chrome shower, wrapping the available towel around myself. I walked across the smooth porcelain tiles to the window. Letting the steam pour out, the crisp Berlin air washed over my face. 
I love Europe this time of year. Admittedly one of the many perks of the job.
Like this could ever just be a job. I ran my fingers through my wet hair, it had gotten a little long. It hung just under my ears. Hmmm, I could use a haircut... With that thought, I headed out. It was an early night tonight. The summit was ending tomorrow and I had to make sure I was awake and alert. I had a feeling I was going to become embroiled in this whole Golden Moon mess. 
I groaned. They always pick on the new guy.
Hey Baby... I froze as the bathroom door closed next to me. Another groan dragged out. This. Is Not. Happening. This was not the voice I wanted to hear at eleven o'clock in the evening. In fact, this was not the voice I wanted to hear...ever.
Emily... Her name dripped out of my mouth with so much acid I thought It might actually melt my tongue. This woman was a pest in every sense of the word. Without wasting anymore time, I made my way to the walk in closet and closed the door. Running my hand through my hair again, I huffed out my frustrations and tried to get dressed for bed.
Markus, baby come back, she cooed from behind the door. This time my groan actually gave me a headache. Was she trying to be sexy? I rolled my eyes. It just sounded shrill and overly forced. Her voice grated against my ears. How did this not bother me before?
Ugh...because you weren't sober. She could have sounded like a pig in heat and you wouldn't have noticed! Wolfgang, sounded off in my head.