Mate?

I sat down, watching my mom. She seemed like she was more scared than what I was. Like she was hesitant to tell me what she seemingly so badly needed to.

“honey what I am about to tell you doesn’t change anything between us. I still love you like you're my own.” I was shocked at her words, wondering what could she mean.

I tilted my head to the side and waited for her to continue. I could tell that it was hard for her to find the words she needed.

“well my dear child. Biologically you're not mine.” she stumbled over her words. “what do you mean” I asked, feeling very confused.

“I think maybe your blood-pressure is too high and might make you think funny. Let me get your medication.” I stood up, but she grabbed my hands and I looked at her.

Her eyes were pleading with me to just listen. I sat down before her on my knees, holding her hands between mine.

“the healer wolf only showcases itself every few generations. It is rare,” she added. “I know that,” she nodded at my words.

“I know you do my sweat thing, but what you dont know is this. The healer wolf only comes from the pure bloodline.”

She looked at me, her eyes tearing up.

“when you were born. You were born to the alpha and luna of crimson pack. You are their true daughter. However, you were born premature and weak. So your father replaced you with another…”

She kept telling me the entire story. Everything slowly falling into place while everything else falls out of place.

I walked down the sidewalk, needing some fresh air.

I walked past my now old school. Reminiscing about my life before I knew the truth.

A truth so bitter and depressing.

A truth so destructive.

A truth that flipped my world upside down.

I walked to my workplace, hoping that maybe my mate’s scent still lingered there. Hoping that it would give me some sense of comfort.

But as I was about to open the door, a man barged out.

This man exuded an intense, rugged charisma with his defined jaw and broad shoulders.

His hair is a rich, dark blonde. That is tousled and slightly wavy in texture.

His piercing light-green eyes are round and set in a shocked expression as he looks deeply into mine. His skin faintly tanned and rocking a slight shadow of stubble.

His aura was one that commanded respect. Whilst his looks commanded your gaze. He truly was a work of art. His smell was intoxicating. It was that of … wait, mate?

Andrew (alpha king) pov:

I sat next to eve whom was lying in her bed.

Her room had a sleek, modern design with a neutral shades of beige, brown, and gray. There were accents of gold as well.

Many flowers and get better soon cards and balloons were scattered across. None of which she could admire. I looked at her wood. And used the sterile solution to clean her wound.

A wound she would’ve never had, had it not been for me. Eli barged into the room and a scent engulfed my nostrils, a scent I had only smelled very faint once before. But this time round, it was fresh. And it was intoxicating.

A beautiful mix of honey and jasmine. A mix that only my mate had. I whipped my head in his direction. “Who were you with?”

I needed to know at least who she was and what she looked like. It’s been a curiosity that I couldn’t shake even though I knew I had to.

“king Andrew, that is so not of royal etiquette.” He chuckled.

I walked closer to him, the scent making me drunk.

“its etiquette when it’s my mate,” I growled and his eyes grew wider with a smile plastered on his face. “shit, shit, shit,” he repeated.

“Now, this is exactly what we need to catch that sly little wolf.”

I tilted my head in question, not sure what he could mean.

“your mate is a healer wolf,” He said deadpan, as if though I was supposed to know that already.

“your mate can save my sister. And then you guys can finally get mated…”

His words came to a hold as the smile fell on his face. “Unless you're planning to go back on your word?” I shook my head instinctively.

The royal family was never one to go back on their word. Something I was taught at a young age.

Which is also why one has to be very careful about what you promise.

But now this mate of mine has risen the question of what was more important to me, my word or my belief.