Ours

Kyrell

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Kyrell stopped dead in his tracks. He wasn't surprised that Samiel figured it out. The man has always been very observant. What surprised him was the excitement in his voice.

"Tell no one about it." Kyrell said and resumed his stride. He doesn't care about her. The fragile being that makes him question his sanity.

Samiel could see the tension on his prince shoulder, even when he was trying too hard to mask it. He picked up his pace.

"But why shouldn't I? You found your fated mate. That I extremely hard to come by for lycans, and you found yours." Samiel followed behind him until they got to Kyrell's study.

"I don't believe you should keep this a secret. Not when the hunt is tomorrow."

Kyrell sat on his seat behind the mahogany desk, and started working on the files piled up in front of him.

"You shouldn't tell anyone because I say so." His voice didn't match the conflict going on in his mind.

Samiel could only do as his future alpha orders. He knows how strong the mate bond is for Lycans, one that could turn them feral if they stay away from their fated mate without claiming her. Yet Kyrell doesn't seem affected.

"How long do you intend to stand there?" Kyrell did look up from his work.

Quickly adjusting his thoughts, Samiel walked up in front of him. Lifting the slick tablet in his hands.

"Prince Kyrell your agendas for today..."

"Cancel them." Flipping the page of the file his brow furrowed in a frown.

"This is the second time this week you ask I cancel all your schedules my prince. I'm afraid they've piled up rather to high." As his future Beta there was only so much he could do.

"The hunt is tomorrow my prince. There are a few things that requires your attention."

Kyrell ignored him. He was more focused on the file before him. The mooncrest pack keeps pushing into their territory, that's an insult he would not take.

Samiel cleared his throat. "Also my prince your father still requests your presence. He wasn't satisfied with the way the meeting came to an end."

His father must think him weak for not being able to control his wolf. Storming out of the meeting in that manner would only heighten his father's doubt about him. Kyrell didn't understood why his father was never satisfied with his achievements, he didn't care to.

"I'll meet with him later." Samiel understood the silence that followed after as a dismissal.

"Of course." He turned and left the study, leaving his future alpha to his thoughts and inner struggles.

Kyrell tried to drown himself in work. He couldn't afford to leave the confinement of his mansion. Looking into his schedules for today would require him to do so. To step outside and breath the air that seems to be his punishment. Even now he her scent still lingers in his nose, his entire being. And it angers everything out of Xerus that she isn't theirs yet.

Attending the welcome dinner isn't only unimportant, it's also puts him in a conflicting situation, knowing that his fated mate and future Luna might be there.

Speaking of which, Kyrell read his wrist watch. The dinner is in less than an hour, he has been working the whole day.  More like hiding.

He stood up and walked to his bedroom. Moving effortlessly in the dark, he want to his bathroom and started his bath routine. The cold water ran down his body, cooling him a bit while he forced Xerus down his mind.

He's been doing that for days now and it's only a matter of time before the it takes a toll on him. He's meant to be one with his wolf not push him down.

He came out of the shower thirty minutes later, changed into the already prepared silk pyjamas and sat in front of the hearth. After hours of staring at the fire, he moved to his bed and let sleep claim him.

****

His mind woke him up the next day before sunrise. After washing his face, he changed into his jym wear and began his morning run.

By the time he got back, his designer were already waiting for him, holding a garment carrier.

"Good morning prince Kyrell." Kyrell looked at the garment carrier in his hand, his mind wasn't prepared for a fitting.

Taking the bag from him, he went his room and mind linked his future Beta.

'Send a car to vesper, and one of the drivers.'

Samiel who was outside speaking to the security guards focused his gaze to the vast field up ahead.

'Yes prince Kyrell'

The security guards waiting patiently while he mind linked their future alpha. They already guess what the brief was about, as the crimson hunt is in a few hours.

'And send security to trail them discreetly not  to draw unnecessary attention.'

Kyrell cut off the mind link after Samiel replied him. Vesper is his future Luna, and it's his duty to keep her safe.

As the time for the crimson hunt drew nearer, Xerus growl in his head became stronger. The crimson hunt couldn't stop Kyrell from being fashionably late.

'Let me out'  Xerus growled.

Kyrell ignored him and kept on getting ready. Even though he has the best designer, his body figure could make even a polythene bag look stylish.

'Be a good boy and stay down.' Kyrell fixed his gold cufflinks, stared at his reflection on the mirror one last time and walked out of the bedroom. Samiel was already waiting for him by the car.

*Hours later*

By the time they arrived at the crimson hunt, the first set of wolves already claimed their mates. The second set was almost done when Kyrell stepped inside the ballroom.

His nostrils flaired in recognition of the scent in the air. With great difficulty he walked with confidence towards his parents sitting at the dias. He was finding it difficult to breath, and it had nothing to do with the stunning woman walked with elegance towards him.

'Do not claim her'  Xerus tugged at the darkest part of his mind.

Of course she wasn't their mate. Kyrell could feel her behind him, hiding herself in the crowd, inching closer and closer until his focus was a total mess.

Vesper dark eyes sparkled brightly she stood in front of him. Yet all he could see was were scared green ones. All he could hear was her heartbeat across the room.

Before he could think, he he turned and started stalking towards the scent. Every other thing was a blur when he set his eyes on the petite figure dressed too casual for the event with her sweatshirt and short skirt.

Her green eyes widened, her small pink lips parted, her heartbeat quickened. She took two steps back when Kyrell kept stalking to her direction. His father mind linked him to stop, same with his mother while his beta asked him what he was doing.

He shut all their voice away, the murmuring in the room sounded faint. So faint that he almost heard nothing.

He didn't care that every single person seem to focus their attentions on him. He only cared about the frightened girl in front of him.

For a moment nothing moved.

Her gaze glued to his.

Xerus calmed.

And his next words fell low, almost like a whisper.

"Ours."