“I beg your pardon?” I stand and look shocked at the male before me.
“I don’t want my mate to bow before me. You are my equal. You shouldn’t now before me.” He says with a smirk.“But I…” there are very few times in my life when I’ve been speechless so it’s a rare occurrence. I don’t like not having something to say. Raymond Darla said ‘words are weapons stronger than ones that breaks bone’. Words are important and amazing, I pride myself on having and infinite labyrinth of words, and yet in this moment I have none.He places his hand on my cheek. “You are stunning. You’ll look amazing in the painting that will hang on the ancestral wall.”“I can’t be your mate.” I say, my senses flooding back to me. I snatch my skirt and move back towards the table to grab my belongings.“And why not?” He follows behind me.I turn and speak as I take steps towards the door that leads inside.“Because I had a mate. You only get one. I can’t have another one. It’s like a dessert serving. You’re only allowed one.” I turn back around and pick up my pace to head downstairs. I’m in such a hurry I barely register the warriors, that are not our, littered everywhere.“You have a mate?” He growls behind me as he increases his pace as well.“Kind of. So you and I, we can’t be mates.”My breath catches in my chest as I’m slammed into a wall. Strong hands grip me against the cold concrete.“You are my mate.” He growls. “You cannot have another mate. You are mine. So whoever he is, he’s not your true mate.”“He was my true mate. For the most part he rejected me.” He is very close to me.“He rejected you!” The Prince growls down at me.I throat is cleared next to us.“What?” The Prince snaps. I take a beep breath as his piercing gaze leaves me.“They need you for the ceremony, Your Majesty.” Michael says.“I’ll be right down.” He growls. His gaze turns back to me.“Let’s go.” He says softer to me while lacing his fingers through mine and drags me down the stairs to the grande hall. As we get closer I start to babble but the moment we stand outside the entrance doors, I pull my hand hard which holts him.“I can’t. I can’t go in there. Especially not with you. Not like this.” I lift our joined hands. “You go. And I will… not.”“I will make you a deal, sweetheart. I will go in and take care of the ceremony and you will wait for me. Afterwards we can talk, or not.” He winks at me with a smirk before barking orders at one of his men to watch me. Then he enters the grande hall behind Michael. All eyes are on him, including mine, as he walks towards the dias and sits lazily in his throne like chair, his crown screw atop his head. I can feel eyes his eyes on me. His piercing eyes. Then I feel a second pair. I glance over to see Ben. He looks serious, somber. He looks so perfectly in place up on the dias, standing on Aaron’s left and Angies right. The Beta he was meant to be. And look over it all is the Prince. With his reputation and those fucking eyes.Well Moon Goddess? What the hell am I supposed to do with this?________________________________
I’m so drunk by the end pod the ceremony it’s not even funny.
After The Prince left me, I snuck into the back of the hall and all the way to the bar, loosing The Princes warrior that was supposed to watch me. I ordered tequila shot and the rest is pretty self explanatory. I don’t even like tequila but it makes me drunk really quick.Once the ceremony is done, the orchestra starts playing music and people start dancing. I turn to a rather attractive male also at the bar.“Would you like to dance.” I smile at him. He looks me up and down.“Sure.” He says, satisfied with what he sees.I take his hand and we head to the dance floor. There are many people twirling and whirling around so we easily slip into the sea of people.As the music pick up so do I. My feet move of their own accord as my heartbeat sinks with the music. At some point I change partners and keep gliding around the room.The song changes to a traditional dance that all the females partake in so all the males filter off the dance floor to observe.I don’t know how, but I end up leading the dance with Angie. The two of us laughing like we did the first time we learned the dance. Only this time we aren’t young girls tripping over our feet, we’re grow women dancing at the initiation ceremony of our peers.As the song comes to a close one of my favourite songs gets played so I kept my dancing. And dancing and dancing.And when I’m not dancing I’m drinking. And avoiding both Ben and the Prince which is a much tougher than one would think. But it’s all okay once I’m swallowed by the dance floor.
I peel my eyes open to be faced with a dark room that is not mine. Thank the goddess it’s dark because my head is pounding. I let my eyes adjust to the dark room. Sun pounds against the closed curtains leaving a slight glow to the room. I try to sit up but a very muscular arm holds me still. I glance over my shoulder to see scraggly blonde curls. What the hell happened last night? I remember drinking and dancing and now I’m in bed with the Prince. I lift his arm and slip out of bed. My dress is hanging over a chair in the pack house guest room he’s occupying. So this must be his t-shirt in wearing. I grab the dress and slip into the quiet hallway. And head out to my house to get changed for breakfast with Angie. “You are a very difficult to track down.” The Prince slips his hand into mine as we dance. “I am?” I giggle. He is so pretty to look at. Like a painting. &ld
Breakfast goes by painfully slowly. By the time everyone stands to leave, I’m honestly half dead. “You okay, sweetheart?” The Prince asks sweetly but I cringe slightly at the pet name. “Yup. Just very hung over.” I try to play it off as just that. “You were pretty drunk last night.” “I wouldn’t remember.” I say with a slight smile. “You were pretty drunk last night. You passed out while we were slow dancing so I took you back to my room so I knew you were safe.” “Thank you.” I run my fingers through his silky hair and I swear he purrs. “So…” he coos, “Do you want to pack your stuff now or should we send someone to pack it when we get home.” “What?” I look at him dumbstruck. “I assumed you’d want some of your stuff in the castle but we can b
I shoot out of bed when my alarm goes off. Shit. I must’ve passed out on the car ride to The Princes apartment. My coworker, Emily, has been phoning and texting me non stop. It’s 4:30 and already I’m late. I send Emily my location pin and just as I hit send… ring ri“Hey. I’m so sorry. Things last night…”“Angie told me. I tracked your phone. I’m outside. Come down and get your clothes and then we can go. Be quick or we’ll be late.” She says irritated.I hang up the phone and run out of the room. I vaguely remember the halls as a hallass down them. The elevator moves so slowly and finally I’m at the reception floor. The doors open to an angry Emily arguing at the receptionist.“Em!” I shout. She gives a pointed i-told-you-so look at the receptionist and struts into the elevator. She hands me all of my stuff as we get off of the elevator.“This isn’t my hou
I sit up groggily with my hair all over the place. I need to pee. I walk to the bathroom. I sit I think about what happened. My mates a bit of a dick. He's cocky and arrogant and I don't like him. I thought after the first night he would be sweet and caring but no! I flip my head back so all my hair flies out of my face. I look in the mirror at my reflection while a wash my hands. I look like shit. The bags under my eyes look deathly black. My skin seems to ooze a grey glow. My hair hangs lifelessly and the grease sticks it to my scalp. I look like a Tim Burton character. I leave the bathroom. I see my cigarettes and lighter on the desk and snatch them. It's just as grey and dreary outside as I am so I can't open the window because I'll wake the prince up. So, instead, I head out of the room and search for a window or balcony. The apartment is huge. I head down the dinghy hall. All of the bedroom lights are off. Is everyone sleeping or is no one in them at al
It's been a week since Reece marked me. We haven't really spoken since. Well, I haven't spoken to him. He tried to talk to me the first few days but gave up when he realised I wasn't going to give him the conversation he wanted. I'm not the type of person who can be pushed, I'll talk when I'm ready. Things have changed in a week, they've changed a lot. I've moved into the castle with the prince which is an hours drive for uni and work. Reece and I share his room in the gorgeous palace (he sleeps on the couch because I refuse to stay in the same bed as him and he refuses to sleep in a separate room.) and he set up me up in The Luna Study which is ajoins to his. He leaves the glass doors wide open and stares at me more than actually working. He insisted I redecorate it so I did. The color scheme is baby blue and gold. The glass balcony doors are almost always open with the light washed wicker furniture littering the space. The furniture inside is the same lightwashed colou
"Hey Adrian. I…" someone grabs my wrist from behind the desk. "GET DOWN!" Adrian whisper shouts. "What's going on?" I whisper back confused. "I'm running low on amo so I can't let them know where I am." He gestures to his nerf gun. I now see his usual smart attire has been picked apart. His shoes have been discarded, his jacket tied diagonally across his chest by the sleeves with nerf bullets in the pockets and his tie is tied around his head to keep his hair out of his face. "You know you're a politician, right?" I say condescendingly"Yes and The Rats have started a war so like any good politician, I'm hiding behind a desk and letting innocent people die for my cause." He calls his younger half siblings The Rats. I learnt this during our second politics lesson when I got a full family history. Queen Freya (she was the only child so took over the throne when her father was assassinated by the warlocks.) whose mate is King Lachlan (
I'm in the shower. That's all that's happening. I'm in the shower. Having a shower. Having a very long hot shower. I'm trying so hard not to think because it makes my head hurt but I can't help thinking about how different it is. With Reece. It's so different. I never felt anything like that with Ben. Not once. Reece gives me the best kind of butterflies. He is so sweet. I love the way he calls me princess and kitten. How he leaves me love notes. How he steals glances at me no matter where we are. How he insist on holding me hand, even when he's driving. He makes me feel safe and protected. He makes me feel loved. I appreciate how slow we're taking things. If we were going at a normal wolf speed, I would already be pregnant. I hope Reece wants pups. I can only imaging having a little us running around. How sweet he'll be when I'm pregnant. We haven't really spoken about the future. There are all these expectations that I don't mind fulfilling like being queen and providing an heir b
I turn the speaker up as I dance around the room. I pick up my hairbrush as microphone. "I'm a man who has very specific taste." I sing at the top of my lungs. My hair's almost dry and we towel discarded a long time again. I swing my hips in time with the music. I've actually played the sax to this song for the club one time. Speaking of the club, it's time to start getting ready for work. I strut into the closet. I pull out my black dress and pull it over my curves. Strong hands grab the zip and pull it up. He places his hands on my hips. Feather soft kisses on my jaw turn into cheeky nips down my neck. Reece reaches his one hand up to cup me left breast. He squeezes it softly through the thin fabric. I tilt my head back to moan but his lips capture mine and the sound. He snakes his hand up my thigh which causes my dress to ride up. His fingers stop at my entrance. He teases me with slow circles while going back to nipping my neck. My incoherent notices fill