Princes of Legacy (Royals of Forsyth University, #9)

by Angel Lawson

The thin ghost of a smile touches his lips. “You think she put it there?” he asks. “Not a fucking chance. This is what happens when I’m left to my own devices. The lipstick gets mixed in with the lube.” He grimaces. “More information than I need, Princess.”

“You’re not scary, you’re just protective. It’s sweet,” I decide, but then amend, “annoying, but sweet.”

“Then let me speak this language you know so well. My son—my real son—sees this girl,” he nods toward where Verity is peeking over my shoulder, “as a sister. Harming her and her baby would be unforgivable in his eyes. That trumps your flimsy motive.”

“There,” he says smugly, dipping down to brush his lips against my cheek. “My woman. My baby. My name.”

“Now that one,” Lav says, tossing a shirt in the medium pile, “the way he looks at you?” “What about it?” “I’ve seen that before too.” She turns to watch Wicker approach Lex in the middle of the room. “He’s not ready yet, but when he finally is…” She trails off, but honestly, I’m dying to know. “What? What happens?” “It’s going to feel like falling off a cliff.”

“Because she’s our family, and you’re her family.” He dips his chin in a grim nod. “Family is the only thing we trust.”

“Never,” I tell her, realizing that I mean it. I am never letting this woman go.

This is my son. I brush my lips against hers. This is my Princess. I gasp for air, tasting the tang of blood and the edge of old, rusty death. This is my legacy.

These men don’t need a King. They don’t need a Princess. They need a mother.

“Kayes or not,” the King confirms, turning away, “you’re still my son’s little brother.”

the one thing Father did was teach us that no matter what danger is coming our way, we protect one another because we’re family.” His fingers press down on my hip. “Wick loves you, Pace. I love you. Verity trusts you. And god, that baby is going to be so goddamn lucky to have you as one of his fathers.”

From across the room, Remy jerks his chin. “Excuse me—nine frat boys and an uncle.” He grins at Kaz. “I’m going to be an uncle.”

“Come on, little guy. Let’s see it.” Suddenly, he begins squirming. “When he hears your voice, he squirms around, like he’s turning, searching…”