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Chapter 19

Kayla POV

I was in my room packing for the trip. We are supposed to leave at two in the morning so we can get there sooner than later. We decided to pack snacks and drinks, and the only time we will stop is to get gas and use the bathroom. I am hoping we won’t bump into any asshole rogues on the way or any other packs that think they can take us down or think we are rogues. I'll have to show them differently. Even though dad will tell me not to do anything foolish, I know I would. I knew it's going to take more than a week to solve this problem. I don't know who is stealing or why the rogues are coming into this so-called kingdom, so I packed for a two-week trip. I even packed my best fighting boots and my best guns and knives. I don't play around when it comes to being ready. Yeah, I know my grandmother told me I don’t always have to use guns or knives. It was the reason why she trained me to fight. I still remember when she first came to me.

Flashback

‘Kayla. You know you can’t always have a gun on you. Someone out there is always going to get the best of you. Maybe they know how to knock the gun out of your hand or shoot you first. So listen, I'm going to teach you to fight. Your parents already know about this, so you can’t run to them and tell them about it.’

End flashback

For years, she trained me, and when she thought I knew everything I could, she put me up against the strongest warrior. She said that she trained me how to put anyone down. I was doubting myself, and I really didn't want to let her down. I knew I couldn’t use any weapons; she would kick my ass if I did. I had to go against this guy several times before I could even beat him. When I finally did, she told me I was ready for anything. Now, I have most of my weapons packed up. I think it was a little too much, so I took some of them out. I don’t even know what I was thinking. When I was done, I zipped it up, took a shower, and got ready for bed. Today was a long day, family dinner with the family. The only ones that were missing were the grandparents. It was odd. It felt so weird not having them here with us, laughing and telling jokes, and other things. It is what it is. I set the alarm for the time dad said we would be waking up, so I wanted to make sure I set it right, then I got ready for bed. I'm hoping we will get there sooner. That way, we can start investigating this assignment. What I wanted to know is if this guy is really a king, I think it's a bunch of bullcrap, but we will see.

King Lucas's POV

I was up late tonight, wanting to make sure I had everything done before they arrived. The dining hall was set; I had it repainted to make sure it looked good. Then I had the chairs repainted to enhance the look. I had photos on the walls of my parents and various kingdom families. I didn’t want them entering the castle with bare walls. When I became king, I took down the swords that had dried blood on them. My father always said it was dried blood from the rogues he had killed. I found it gross and smelly, so I had the swords melted down. I then put up new ones on the walls in a criss-cross manner. I didn't know what else to do with them. Sasha told me I needed a few portraits of myself on the walls.

"I did when I was just a kid; I didn't need any more of them," she said, rolling her eyes. She then told me to sit down. I didn't know what to expect until she started painting portraits of me. I had to sit for hours over a few days so she could paint me. My back was hurting, and I could only use the bathroom after an hour for her to rest a few minutes. When she finished all the paintings, I couldn’t believe my eyes. They were beautiful. She captured my dark blue eyes, the way my hair laid over my shoulders, my dimpled right cheek, and even the smile on my face. I knew I didn't have to pay her, but I did anyway. Her jaw dropped when I gave her three thousand for all the paintings. I didn’t even know where to place them; she kindly put them on the walls. The first one was in the hall, visible as soon as you walked in. The second was in the dining hall with the family photos, and the last one was in the family living room with my parents and theirs. I was grateful for her help because I wouldn't have known where to put them otherwise.

We were finally done with everything. The staff had cleaned every room in the castle, ensuring new clean sheets were on the beds. The floors were all vacuumed. I knew they would repeat the process tomorrow. They knew they would be paid after each job. I needed a release. Where was Lisa, and why hadn't I seen her for a few days? She usually tried to sneak into my bed at night before I got in. I liked her; she was good in bed. However, I made it clear to her that I wouldn't mark her as my queen; only my mate would have that honor. When I entered the bedroom, I knew someone was in my bed. I hoped it was Lisa, but that wasn't likely. It turned out to be Jessica. I wasn’t keen on being with her tonight; all she excelled in was pleasuring orally. However, if she wanted it, she would get it. I pulled down my pants and told her to bend over as I needed release, and I knew she did too. I didn't bother with foreplay; I just wanted to satisfy my desires. She didn't object; instead, she moaned with each thrust, her breasts bouncing. As I was close to climaxing, I grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples. After a few more thrusts, I pulled out and released on her back. She didn't mind as long as she got what she wanted. She then took a quick shower and got dressed.

"Lucas, when will you give up the single life and make me your chosen mate? I could be good to you; we could rule together," Lisa asked.

"Lisa, as I've repeatedly told you, the only female I'll make my queen is my mate. I won't choose anyone else for that role; you've known this for years," I replied firmly.

Yes, I know this, Lucas, but you could always change your mind. What happens if she never shows up or if she is dead, or you never find her?" I hated it when she was right, but I still will not choose her. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. I knew she had feelings for me, but the only one who will be my queen is my mate. That means I need to stop messing around. What if she were here and felt me sleeping with someone? Shit, that would suck. I didn’t like hurting anyone.

"Lisa, I'm only going to say this once, okay. If my mate is dead, I will simply have a mating ball to see if the Moon Goddess sent me a second chance mate. If she didn’t, then I would never choose a mate. I don't want to hurt you. You need to look for your mate, Lisa because I'm not the one for you. I never will be." She huffed at me while she fixed her dress so it wouldn’t look wrinkled when she left my room.

"Alright, Lucas, fine. I'll look for my mate. But when you change your mind and come looking for me, I will not turn an eye to you. I am done. I gave you chance after chance, but you keep blowing it." She walked out the door, slamming it. I knew she was pissed, but I had to do it. Going into the bathroom, I took a long hot shower to get her scent off me. I wanted to feel clean. When I was done, I turned the water off, dried off, then put on a pair of boxers. I don’t know why I was so nervous about them coming. But from now on, if I am to find my mate, I cannot be sleeping around. I'm done with that.

“Yeah, sure, we will see about that. You said that three years ago and it only lasted a day. Let's see how long you last this time,” my lycan had said. Tomorrow is just another day.