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pleasures her sweet mouth would provide. He could feel her breath.
    Ariel moaned gently in her sleep and Alex drew back sharply, her expression confused.
    "Thank…thank you, again, Your Highness. And I'm sorry…I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't you know you were standing behind me."
    He drew back slowly, disappointed. "You must call me Vasilis." Her tantalizing scent still hovered around him and he rose abruptly, trying to put as much distance between them. He didn't think ravaging her with the little one not far away was going to earn him any favours. "And no need to apologise. You showed extraordinary skill. Perhaps tomorrow we can talk more about that. I was hoping you could have your breakfast with me." Was he asking her for a date? At odds with himself, he ran a hand at the back of his neck, trying to sort these unfamiliar feelings unsettling him.
    She nodded slowly.
    Relief flowed through his veins. "It's done then. We'll have breakfast together. Have a good night, Alexandra." He strode out before he gave in to his baser instinct and kissed her.
    As he returned to his tent, deep in thought, a shocking realisation hit him square in the gut.
    For the first time in a long time, he'd almost felt human again.

    Chapter Five
    At sunrise, the guards milled about the campsite. Some were having breakfast while others were setting up the caravan to continue their journey back to the castle. Ortega and Krako stood guard on the perimeter.
    "Did you notice the prince wasn't himself last night?" Ortega asked. "I expected him to disappear with a couple of wenches as soon as we entered the tavern, but he paid no mind to any of them."
    Krako nodded. "Aye. He certainly had his pick of willing bed mates."
    "The curse of our Lycan blood is not the monsters we become every full moon to protect the kingdom, but the lust coursing through our veins continuously to find our soul mate."
    Krako raised a brow. "You believe in that part of the legend?"
    Ortega shrugged. "It must be true. Look at how much the prince has changed since we all turned. He thirsts for wenches as much as you thirst for your ale."
    "You would think with all the bed mates he has acquired he would have already found his mate."
    Ortega shook his head. "Nay. The legend says your thirst for flesh will not be quenched. You can bed fifty women in one night when your time to mate has arrived, but if you do not bed your one, yourlust only increases with each full moon."
    Krako raised a brow. "Do you suppose our turn will come and we will have the same thirst as the prince?"
    "If the legend is true, yes."
    "That is why the king set up the Royal Contest, to help his son find his one sooner than later."
    Ortega nodded. "Better sooner, than later, my friend. Another delay and the king will raise the castle roof if we show up to the Royal Contest late."
    Krako's face darkened. "Aye, but we risk being late because he bedded three wenches in the last village, my friend. I, too, would risk the king's ire for a lust-filled night with three beauties. I've known him to be with two wenches, but three? When I saw him disappear into the back room with them, I would have given away all my coin to experience what he did."
    Ortega's face darkened. "Aye, the prince must have been well sated by those beauties, especially the light haired one with the big bosom."
    They both chuckled.
    Krako fell silent first. "But that night was before he met Alexandra. Last night he could have bedded two wenches within minutes of entering the tavern, but he denied them both."
    Ortega nodded. "Do you think Alex is his one ?"
    Krako growled. "My friend, if we should be so lucky."
    * * * *
    After she relieved herself in a private, secluded area, Alex went back to her tent. The sun was rising and the camp was already rustling with activity. She glanced at the guards packing away their gear while others sat on crates eating their breakfast.
    She thought of Vasilis and smiled, her spirits lifting. She would be lying to