Mate for this life

Laura's POV

It felt as though someone dug a hole and spit on my grave. What the hell did I actually hear from the King of werewolves? No no, I must be hallucinating or something.

Judging by the neutral expression of the strangely powerful Alpha, I lick my lips and turn to the side where I'd try to analyze where everything went wrong.

Curse my life! I shouldn't have taken the deal! Heck, I shouldn't even have been born 21 years ago!

Sucking onto my thumb, I happen to take a glance at the alpha who stares at me with an unforgiving expression. It was as though he was staring deep into my soul before he takes a deep breath in and asks with the fork jabbed in the air, of course in my direction, "Are you upset that you're my mate?"

The question baffles me.

Should I say yes or should I lie?

Gulping the lump down my throat, I face him with a geeky smile, "Of course I'm happy about it, your majesty. I'm not overly happy either, just safe-zone happy." I say.

Suddenly, he starts laughing and I begin to count the exact number of seconds left for me to live.

God, I've sinned and you're paying me back like this. Thank you for ending my life in the hands of the most perfect and handsome human I've ever seen! I'm ready to leave this planet—

"Goodness, you're so funny!" He exclaims.

"Ah, you're witty too I see. But a Luna must know a whole lot of things while living with a man like me." He begins, the chair strutting backwards with a screech that vibrates in my sternum. The male walks around the table, getting towards me and looking into my eyes like I was his newfound prey.

He comes to lean against the table, his abdomen facing me as I notice the light bumps through the fabric. Gosh, I need to control myself! How long am I to stand this nonsense!?

I smile, nodding my head at him to agree with everything that he says. Maybe he's realized that I am his scrape goat, I'd nod my head to anything he says like an obedient pup.

Out of the blue, he grabs me by my chin and hoists me up while the chair behind me thrashes on the marble floor with a loud thud. I was astonished and scared out of my wits! What if he got to know about my arson against him? What if he was deciding to kill me? What if...

"Why the hell do I feel like you've got something more under that skin of yours?" He slowly asks me. I wish no one else was here, because the servants of this rabid king stare at me with mixed emotions. Some with displeasure and some with hope, that I will do something unthinkable to their king to repay with blood and vigor.

Instead, I retain myself to the fact that neither I have a weapon on me nor do I have any words to defend myself with. Yet, I have to stick to the ground and convince him that I'm innocent.

"Your m-majesty! I don't know what you're talking about!" I stammer, clearly frightened. The man loosens his grip from around my neck and I sigh in relief, refilling my lungs that demanded air.

"You're not who I think you are. I can't ignore this feeling." He mutters to himself, knowing well that I can hear him grumbling on me.

"Your majesty," I decide on the spot, that if I have to prove my point wisely without loosing a head, then I have to let him decide that I'm innocent. "If you're concerned about me being someone you don't like, please, check my belongings. Except for the medication for my asthma, I have nothing on me."

I say to him. He raises an eyebrow, because both of us know that a huntress is never alone.

"Well, a gun with a few silver bullets in it, a crossbow and a dagger, your highness." I come out to him. A few minutes pass by as he immediately demands for a cross check on my items and finds what I've told him. He turns to look at me whilst the unfolded pile of my old clothes, unwashed, is scattered across the bed.

His hand lifts in the air and I flinch by instinct, but when my eyes encapture him looking at me with concern, I calm down naturally. He slowly turns my head to the sides, lifting my chin to observe my neck.

"I'm sorry to bruise tour beautiful neck, princess. You shall live with me and do nothing whilst staying here. You understand this?" He asks as I nod my head.

"Very well. Accept my few gestures of affection." Saying that, confusing me abundantly, he brings my body closer into his warm cave as I literally begin to melt in his touch. Sighing in a lovely manner, I fry to hug him back but he quickly parts from the hug before I do so.

Finding his behavior strange, I look down at my stomach which now growls in hunger. Damn. I didn't even touch the food while testing his patience. Should I go back and devour the three course meal or should I starve for today?

"Aren't you going to eat, princess?" The king asks me, as if he has been reading my mind a quite few times now. He speaks from above his shoulder and when he sees me moving, he resumes his cat walk towards the dinner table as we sit back at our places and begin to eat.

I touch the small set of injuries on my neck, I didn't know they were capable of making me flinch and hiss in discomfort and it catches his attention. He seems to think of something, coming up with an unspoken plan as he clicks his fingers at the guards.

"Get her an ice pack." He says to them while I see his Adam's apple jump up and down his neck, as if he was thinking to do something ridiculous.

"You can call me... Lucien." He utters. Well, I could definitely feel my eyes bulging out of my sockets at his suggestion. I shake my head and smile, just to look perfect in his eyes like a dainty deer.

"I shall abide by the rules of monastery, your majesty. I—"

"No. It's my orders." Something in that occasion makes me think of my mother. She too was very much distant from me, but she always tried to comfort me the best she could, at hands reach.

This instance is similar, because for compensating the bruises on my neck with his invalid accusations on me, he demands closeness for our newborn relationship of being mates. Heck, I couldn't even digest the fact that I am about to be his mate now. He is really the surprise element I needed in my life.

His pearly teeth in a smile makes me think differently, but before that, I should be seeing what was the cause behind it.

"Lucien!" My eyes go wide when I hear his name being uttered with a child's voice. A girl's innocent voice which zooms over towards him as the girl tackles him in a hug. I rather found it strange, but it looks as though the girl is related to him, by blood.

"Meet my mate, Jasmine. She's Laura, a human." Lucien says about me, introducing me to this new personality I just met. The girl walks over to me and gives me a firm handshake which I wouldn't deny for having shaken my heart at her cute gesture.

"So you're my brother's mate." She states.

"Y-yes, your majesty." I was puzzled between calling her "your majesty" or not, "And you must be the beautiful Jasmine! Nice to meet you, boss. I believe you're in eighth grade now."

"She doesn't need an institution to teach her and give her a damn certificate. She's taught by me." Lucien answers in place of her as I widen my eyes.

"Well, only when he is free. Now that he's a King, can I expect you to teach me?" The girl bends her head to the side and asks me. How could I possibly say no to this cute little thing?

"Of course." I say, my hand still in hers.

"And you will play with me?"

"I love playing with children like you. You're wise, but also witty. I like you." I compliment her while touching her braids as she chuckles and falls into my shoulders. "I like you too!" He exclaims on my neck as I chuckle and hug her back. She was so tiny and cute.

Looking straight ahead of me, I see Lucien looking at us with wide smiles, as if he was witnessing his family all together and talking like a normal middle class family.

But hey, the world was filled with surprises as something goes straight through the side of my shoulder as I could see and a crossbow is in Lucien's hand.

Oh no.

This is bad.