Chapter 22 - The New King

                                    

                                          
The morning arrives and the sun peaks, showing its heavenly glow.
                          
Marquése's eyes flutter open and stared at the beams of light that streams into the room, realizing that morning has come. 
                          
His muscled hand snakes over, reaching for the warmth of his mate. 
                          
At the feel of his fingertips her brain registers his touch and her body trembles slightly.
                          
"Hmm" She turns in her sleep facing him. 
                          
"Good morning love."
                          
Her eyes flutter open and the light pool of brown graces him.
                          
"Good morning."
Her hand lightly caresses his jaw and he leans more into her. They both admired each other, not saying a single word as to never letting the precious moment end.
                          
*knock knock*
                          
Two knocks adorn the door before her mother comes bursting in without so much as a proper warning.
                          
"Kiara. I need to speak with - oh! I'm so sorry."
                          
"Mother!"
                          
Kiara was as red as a tomato, blushing her profuse embarrassment, but Marquése just laid there unbothered.
                          
"Please clean up and get dressed.  I need to talk to you but I'll come back later."
                          
Her mother exits the room and she shrinks back under the sheets next to him.
                          
"Oh my Goddess that was soo mortifying. Why don't you seem more bothered by the situation?"
                          
"Because she knows I'm your mate, where else would I be sleeping? She knew I was in here but yet she still entered; strange don't you think?"
                          
Kiara mulled it over in her head for a moment and all that Marquése has said was starting to make sense.
                          
"But why would she-"
                          
"She just wanted to burst in here and interrupt us. Maybe she does want to talk to you but she shouldn't act all surprised to see me in here, after all I'm not going anywhere."
                          
He shakes his head, raising up and getting off the bed and she watching his naked back with a small smile on her face. 
He wasn't going anywhere, she liked to hear dat.
                          
He walks around until he stood before her closet and she agrees with every word he said.
                          
"You're right ", she got up as well sighing,
"My parents are the best manipulators."
                          
She wraps her arms around his waist, leaning her face on the contours of his warm back and sighs.
                          
"I wonder what my father's planning now. I can't believe that he just let me go after all he did to me in there, that he's even letting me be with you."
                          
Marquése swallows thickly at her sad words, not knowing what exactly he dreaded more, the words that were just uttered from his mate's mouth or the fact that he had to correct them.
                          
"Anyways I have to get ready and see what she wants. Excuse me." 
She kisses his back and moves to pass him.
                          
She was trying to squeeze her way past him when his resolve broke. He knew what he had to do and he was going to do it, even it he dreaded it more than anything else in the world right now.
                          
"Baby wait. I-I have to tell you something."
                          
"What is it?"
                          
"Kiara,  your father didn't just jet you go. I made him."
                          
"What do you mean you made him?"
                          
"It was the only way-"
                          
"What happened?"