Chapter 9~ A puppy

Rex.

I watch as Gianna skims through the contents of the document I just about put together when she was in the bathroom.

If someone asked me if I know what I’m doing, the answer is no. I have no idea why I suddenly decided to attend the hunt today. Or why I brought this tiny little thing to my penthouse and got her dressed in clothes I had prepared for my future Queen, which surprisingly turned out to be her size like they were meant for her. Or why I came up with the stupid idea of being pretend mates.

My father doesn’t bug me about finding my mate anymore, yet he still holds on to the throne like it’s his lifeline. For fucksakes, the dude is old and should be enjoying his life with his fellow old folks. I am the only Alpha heir above twenty whose father hasn’t handed over the mantle to. Yet I do all the fucking work.

But still... that's not a valid reason for me to come up with such a contract.

I fold my arms across my chest and look at the little wolf seated across me. Sh