Chapter 5. My Mate

Kendell

“Mark me,” her wolf growled sweetly into my ears, sending my wolf and me into a frenzy.

I balled my fists above her head, trying to keep my emotions in check.

Moon goddess.

My mate was a beauty.

Just looking at her made me want to fill her with my pups.

“No!” she declared, her aggression returning, making my wolf and me more eager to claim her.

I leaned close to her, taking a whiff of the wonderful smell I had come to love now— flowers and honey.

It was a weird mix, but coming from her, it somehow became perfect.

Who would have thought that I, the rumored beast, would have a mate of his own?

My gums ached as they grew longer, and I stared at her neck in hunger to mark her.

To devour her.

This was my first time meeting her, but I could already tell I was in for a lot. I thought to myself ignoring the rubbish she just spilled.

Eleven years ago, I didn't know if I could have a mate.

Being mate-less and at the age of twenty-nine had already set my wolf and me on edge.

We were on the brink of madness.

Every ten years we hosted a sacrifice, but it was to look for a potential mate, or my fated mate.

As the Alpha King and the most dominant in the royal family bloodline, there was a secret we never wanted to let out.

A secret that related to our mates.

That was why no one in the palace could freely tell we were looking for mates, not sacrifices.

“Mate,” I whispered into her ear, and I wasted no time, sinking my fangs into her neck.

I felt her body go slack as she purred from delight, but I was far from over…

She was mine. She wanted me, but why was she stopping herself, her wolf wanted us also... I saw how she gave in to mine, but Alexa here was something I couldn't comprehend.

Her anger, it was a form of old. Something was wrong somewhere, but why so much hate?

She alone had answers to my questions, and I will make her confess to me.

...

It has been three days already, and she still hasn't woken up.

Was my mark too strong for her to bear?

Panic rose in my heart at my next thought, "Did...did I kill her?"

A deep exhale left my mouth as I stared at the mountain of files on the table of my office space, my eyes briefly meeting that of my Beta's before resting back on the papers.

Due to finding my mate, I had left the palace for George, my Beta, to run, and I came back to meet him.

I dropped the paper I was holding onto the table, pursing my lips at him.

“It is not my fault, okay?” He raised his hands innocently, “This came in immediately after you left.”

Narrowing my eyes at him, I felt the urge to strangle him and if he weren't my brother, I would have.

I rubbed my temples, closing my eyes, on important matters, “Is it done?”

George sat straight, the playfulness in his eyes vanishing. “Yes, but the council wants an explanation.”

I let out a sneer, “Why should I? It's not like I say anything when they do it.”

Just thinking about it makes my heart boil, and I wish I could do it myself.

The audacity that the wolf had to touch my mate.

“Don't agitate your wolf, man,” George explained, “It is not worth it since he is dead.”

“You do not understand,” I said with a frown. “As much as I'd like to mutilate him for touching my mate, Francis’ actions show something. He’s been doing that for years. And right under my nose.”

George went silent, as he got what I implied.

It was just like ten years ago.

When I had just clocked eighteen. Like every other wolf, I had been waiting for my mate to stride in until that elder. Because of him, I lost my parents, and I was labeled the beast.

“Do you think it has something to do with him?” George inquired with worry on his face.

I didn't reply.

Francis was horrible.

He had taken some of the maidens and sold them to brothels and raping a few.

“Since we have no clue let us focus on another issue.”

George dismissed, changing the topic. “What about your mate?”

Mentioning my mate, my wolf jerked and I looked at George with a frown.

I knew he was just curious, but I couldn't help the growl that left my lips. “Respect. Refer to your sister-in-law and Queen with respect.”

George’s eyes flashed as he realized his mistake. Hurriedly he replied, “Yes, your majesty.”

“She's fine,” I huffed out, trying so much to convince myself and him, seeing as he wasn't putting up much of a fight.

I couldn't help but let my mind wonder again... She has been asleep for three days now, and that bothers me a lot.

Was it because she was weak compared to me? Was that why she was in a coma?

While I thought, I felt a stir in my mind. I raised a brow, recognizing the link as Rose’s.

‘What is it?’ I answered, slightly irritated.

‘Your Majesty, her Highness is awake,’ Rose informed me.

I straightened my back, my heart gladden, ‘How is she?’

I had gone to visit her a few times, but she was still sleeping.

Hearing she was awake already, my wolf was now fighting for control.

I ignored George's curious glance at me.

Unfortunately for him, he was out of town when I found my mate, and like me before, he was mate-less.

‘Her Highness is okay. Would you like to meet her?’ her voice cooed.

‘Yes. Have her ready and meet me at the dining hall. I will be waiting.’

‘Yes, Your Majesty.’

I cut off the link, standing to my feet.

“George, I have pressing matters to attend to.”

“Is Her Majesty awake?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

I paused in my steps, shaking my head in a nod, “Yes.”

With that, I strode out of the office and to my room.

The maids had already picked out my clothes for me, so after a bath, I changed into a new set and went straight to the dining hall.

This time, I'll have a proper discussion with my mate.

 Who knows what she might spill out this time.