A King to Be Claimed (Our King, Our Master, #1)

by Brea Alepoú

“You look at me, yet you talk to him through your bond. A bond I want so badly with you that I now ache for it. I sit here looking into your eyes, wishing I knew what you felt or if you liked the food I brought. There are so many things that I want that it’s confusing. I shouldn’t want so much. Just being in your presence should be enough for me.”