Chapter 6: Moonlight Desire (1)

I stared as the moonlight shone brightly across the beautiful forest. Sweet moist smell filled my nose, my eyes seems to glow under the intense cold.

"Your highness, a man from the new folks in the south wants to see you," he said.

I hissed, trying to contain myself from getting angry. "You should know better than anyone not to disturb me while I enjoy the beautiful gaze of the forest." My voice was quite stern.

"My apology, your highness." He bowed curtly. "But you need to see him. He seems to have important information about the rogues from the south-east. I think he will be a great asset—"

"It is a pleasure meeting him then."

My voice was low. My hands sat across the huge helm of my gown. My eyes pinned on him with a straight face. I walked past the beta, making my way down the palace.

My hair strands flew across my face. A sweet smell filled the air. One I could not mention. And as soon as I stepped down from the stairs, my eyes met his.

Immediately, I could feel something rise inside me. Something felt unbound. A stirring in my stomach—mesmerized at how he looked. Handsome, blue eyes, fair skin, just appropriate for my height.

"What kingdom are you from?" I asked, straightening my face.

"I'm from the mountain, young majesty. I've brought some—"

"At least, introduce yourself." My voice was low.

"I'm Dastan, young majesty." He bowed, curtly.

I clapped my hands twice, my eyebrows lifted. "Prepare a room for the young Dastan." My voice was barely audible, but they could hear me. "I would prefer if you avoided the young. I am a queen. Not a young lady."

"Yes, young majesty," he said.

Interesting. I tilted my head to the side. Inhaling deeply, the same sweet moist scent hit my nose. The same one I had loved. Almost intoxicating, it was him all along—mate.

"Are you human?" I asked, my voice was low.

"Her highness seems not to like the humans as much," he asked.

I did not answer, I just strode past him. Precise with every step I took. I could feel a change. Something stir inside me. It was not ordinary. Something I thought I had lost for years.

Being a queen in a kingdom where everything was just not like you is more like a curse. And, I might be a queen speaking eloquently, and elegantly, I was not complete. The life I lived was all a sham to cover up the truth my father had kept all along...

My ears perked up, listening to his footsteps. I made my way down through the hallway. Heading straight to my room.

He still did not stop. And up ahead was the darkest part of the palace. I wondered why he was not going back.

"Your Majesty, I must speak with you. It is of great importance," he said.

And I need you to take me to bed before we speak—I would have said that, but there was no way I would say that, actually. It is against the principles of a queen in this kingdom.

I paused right in front of my room, pushing the oak door open. Before he could even step in, I pulled the string right beside my gown, loosening the iron beneath.

Almost immediately, it fell. The structured gown became smaller. No extra size around the waist. Just straight old fabric.

I quickly undid the laces, letting the cloth slide off my body itself while I stepped out of it.

"Get this out," I breathed the words.

And from the corners of the room, maids rushed out carrying my clothes as they quickly took it out of the room.

"Let us speak more plainly, Dastan," I said as he stepped into the room.

Sitting right across the bed, I waited for him to step in.

"Young majesty, we could speak without making what rests between my legs uncomfortable," he blurted.

The moon cast its light on his silver fabric. Making him look more stunning. And that was when I realized something I had not noticed, his hair was glowing.

"That which rests between your legs need not trouble our conversation. It shall serve its purpose sooner than you imagine."

He stepped closer, his hair strands dancing across his face. His steps slow.

I bit my lips, rolling my eyes inwardly. Each movement made me shudder. His scent made me feel lust. I could feel a pooling heat, a slickness growing between my thighs with every step he took closer.

I had a simple silk net on, it was made for the royals. And was the only kind in this 14th century.

"What do you want in return for the information you have?" I asked, my voice was low.

"Her young majesty is really wise," he said. "But, can you do what I want in return?" He asked.

"Place your bid."

"Be my mate for the rest of your life."

For one moment, I forgot how to breathe. My brain went dry. I could not think of anything. He actually knew I was his mate. And he wanted to take advantage of it. That was real strategy.

"I love your knowledge." I bit my lips, staring into his eyes. "On one condition—two, actually," I said.

"Tell me."

"You will spend the night with me from now on. And you would swear a blood oath to never betray me," I said.

"Her majesty seems wise enough," he said. "I accept both conditions."

A smile curled up my lips. If this Dastan was truly my mate, then I should be able to get my wolf back and to heal her completely; on the day of my 15th birthday, I had transformed. But, my wolf turned out to be a cripple. And after that, I could not hear her voice, nor transform again. My father had to fool everyone with a hired impostor—another made to behave like me. And, to wear a spell that would make her look like me. So she could transform into the stunning wolf...

"Agreed," I said. "You're one of a kind as well."

My thigh parted slowly. I could feel the dew gathered between my entrance. A shiver crawled down my delicate skin. My lips parted.

I tilted my head backward, making my neckline visible. My yellow blonde dancing on my shoulders as a breath rushed through my nose.

"You are so delicate," he mouthed.

He stretched his hands forward, reaching out for my thigh. Lifting my skirt, as his fingers crawled down there.

"And you make me tremble so."