Keion could feel the excitement every time they discovered a new couple in their school. Some came as an absolute surprise, but the general response was joy for the people who discovered their mates and increasing curiosity for the remaining pool of possibilities.
More deeply, though, he felt the anxiety of his future mate. Sometimes when the notifications popped up on his phone, he felt a distinct twinge of sadness, which he could now distinguish as his mate’s. His medication made his reactions a lot more mild, but they didn’t entirely conceal how she was feeling.
It made him unhappy that he couldn’t do anything to help her and even though he’d tried a few times to get a picture of her in his mind, the moon goddess had not yet seen it fit to reveal to him who his soul mate was. Keion wanted to take away her worries and the loneliness that seemed to strike a chord whenever anyone else got their mate. He felt helpless and so he tried to do what his father had suggeste
King Msia stopped talking as Keion’s head hit the ground and his breath rushed out of his lungs in a violent whoosh. Zach and Tommy laughed in surprise, but also immediately reached out to pick up their best friend. Keion sat down quickly and put his head in his hands. Heads turned to look at the handsome young prince. The contact with the floor had hurt, but Msia knew that a headache was the least of his son’s worries. “We’re going to take a break, boys. You can go outside.” No one stopped to think about the king’s instruction. Everyone in the room, except for his son, stood up and filed out of the hall respectfully. Msia waited until most of the boys left before rising to his feet and walking across the room to where his eldest son was sitting. The man could feel the young man’s heart pounding, and he knew it had something to do with his mate. Taking the chair nearest his son, he placed it right beside him and he sat down, putting his hand on the boy’s back. Keion breathed a sig
Oblivious of what was taking place in the boy’s session, the girls sitting in the theater hung on every word the queen shared with them. Her voice resonated across the room without a microphone as she single-handedly held the room captive with her words. Kaliah Hamadi was a tall, willowy woman with golden brown skin and long curly hair. It wasn’t just her position in the hierarchy that made her so easy to listen to; her voice was like a clear flute note- so pleasing to the ear that several girls across the hall had smiles on their faces as they leaned into the wisdom of their leader. Next to Ceanna, Nancy nodded emphatically when the queen asked them if they were excited to be discovering who their mates were. When the time came for a few girls to share what their pairing experiences had been like, Nancy whispered to the girls around her. “I could watch her all day, she’s so amazing.” They all agreed. “She looks so beautiful and sure of herself.” Pause. “I can’t imagine her being