Feeling Good
“Good morning, Prince,” a sweet, suave voice mutters in my ear. Although she should be back at her house for many hours, I can’t prevent myself from smiling.
“Good morning, Amber.” I buss her lips and hold her in my arms. I sit against the headboard, and she comes to sit between my legs, her back against my torso. Her skin is warm and soft, scenting so delightful. I start to play with her long black hair and kiss her delicate neck skin: she tastes just as sweet. She moans under my kisses, her body shivering under my lips.
I caress her bare thighs softly, my hands almost attaining her panties. After decades together, she still affects me. Warmth and desire fill my body.
“You know I could wake up here every day,” she states with a soft voice.
Here we go again.
That’s precisely the reason why she’s not supposed to sleep in my house, and we mostly go to her place. Finally, I sigh and stop kissing her neck.
“Amber, we’re not doing this again. Why do you always go back to this?” I get out of bed and go straight to my bathroom to take a shower. She is on my feet, following me as usual whenever it comes to this idea of hers.
I turn on the water and get into the shower. Hot water is always the best idea when dealing with Amber and her little girl’s envy. She has many qualities, but accepting things that do not please her is not one of them. She is excellent as chief of one of my warrior’s teams, but she is terrible at being compassionate and gentle.
“You need to stop that. I told you hundreds of times why it will not happen, Amber,” I tell her when she enters the shower to join me. She puts her hand on my pelvis, her breasts against my back. And as expected, when she tries to fight for her position, her touch is more annoying than appealing.
“I could be your princess, officially, instead of being just your date for ages. How long is it still gonna last?” She asks me, slamming my back with her fist.
She needs to learn how to deal with frustration honestly: her frustrated attitude is an absolute nightmare.
I wonder how a person can be as sweet as she is most of the time and that impulsive and irate at the same time.
One more reason for her not being able to achieve a princess’ duties.
I turn to face her and take her wrist in my hand. I esteem her, but her disrespect makes me mad: I hate violence when I can avoid it, and hitting someone because of frustration certainly doesn’t justify violence.
“Don’t do that ever again, Amber. You know how much you mean to me, but I won’t tolerate that again. Am I clear?” I turn off the water and get out before she can answer me.
I take a towel and go straight to my closet. I can hear she follows me, and she stops at the door.
She looks at me, her arms on her chest.
“What, Amber?”
Damn, she is fucking good-looking. And her provoking lips are not helping.
Maybe I should consider her request in the end and try to ask my parents to change their minds. It’s been fifty years that she has stood by my side.
She is well respected and would definitely be a good Luna if she could deal with her impulsivity. She’s clever, good at fighting, and with politics.
Don’t even think about it, stupid dick.
I hear a voice in my head.
Good morning, Ares. I’m ecstatic with your sweet words, sweet wolf.
This wolf is something. Stubborn, impulsive, fearless, authoritative, possessive. Every quality that describes a good Alpha Lycan and makes us feared by everyone.
I have to acknowledge he is also terribly clever and saved my ass more than once, but I try not to flatter him too much: his ego is gigantic.
She would be a good Luna, you’re right.
I’m surprised by his answer: I absolutely was not expecting that.
He never really liked Amber and has consistently refused to let the slightest hope that he would like her one day.
Really? Are you sick? I ask him.
No, I think she could be a great Luna. But not OUR Luna. I’ll never mark her, I’ll never mate her, I’ll stop you no matter how hard you’ll try to cage me, Alec.
He barks in my head, turning nuts at my thoughts that he could have changed his mind. He is definitely not in the mood today.
But at least this answer sounds exactly like him.
“Why, Alec? We love each other, right?” Amber tells me softly as she puts her hands on her breasts to show me how dissatisfied she can be.
She makes sure to push them up, probably believing her perfect body will make me rewrite my mind.
You wish. Ares says in my head.
Damn, I’m lucky I can’t prevent him from going forward and taking control over me.
He is in such a grumpy mood: I know he could be actually mean with Amber now.
“You know I can’t. Ares won’t let me do that. I can’t force him to mark you. And before you add anything, no, I can’t force him to accept a chosen mate, even if I wanted to.” I kiss her forehead and pick some clothes before I put them on.
Dark blue jeans and a white T-shirt. That would be good for today as I really need to go to the palace.
“You don’t want to?” She sounds angry.
What the hell is wrong with her?
I look at her, my eyes questioning her.
“You said, ‘even if I wanted to.’ So you don’t want it?” She said, her fist clenched like prepared to punch me again.
“I don’t think I’m ready for that. Maybe later. One day. Right now, I don’t want it. I don’t even want to talk about it. I’m tired of all of this. Can’t we just enjoy our time together?” I answer before I get out of the closet, my mood slowly getting wrong even before I leave for work.
“You know you won’t find your mate. We rarely find our mates as lycans. Your parents are some kind of miracle. You’ll never get her, and I’ll be your chosen mate, ultimately,” she answers with a grimace on her lips: they are definitely not attractive anymore.
“You’ll accept me, my princes.”
Her eyes are glittering with a mad amber glow. It’s too much for me, but even more for Ares.
Get her out of here before I rip her apart.
Ares growls, letting a warning growl escape my chest.
“Leave. Go back to your place, and never say that again, or we’re done,” I say in a bitter tone.
She’s about to say something, but I stop her before she can say a word.
“I said, out!” I shout at her.
She leaves quickly after she dresses with her clothes. Once she’s gone, I sit on my large bed that faces the giant windows of my house.
I look outside: the sun is shining, and no single cloud is in sight. This day could have been perfect. I sigh as I pass my hand in my hair.
“You know she is possibly right, Ares. About our mate. We’ve been looking for her, and she never showed out. We don’t know when or if she’ll come across our way,” I whisper out loud to my wolf. I lost hope decades ago, and even if I can’t say I love Amber with passion. I’d rather say I appreciate her company.
Oh no, she’s not right. Do you know how I feel? Like today is the start of a new life. A life with our mate.
Ares answers calmly. He sounds happy and smiling.
If you think so, Ares.
I hope this crazy stubborn wolf is right. But, if he is not, he will have to approve Amber eventually because we can’t stay without a mate if he wants us to take my father’s place on the throne one day.
I decide to leave the house to get to the palace. My father’s office is there, and I principally work with him to prepare to take his succession as the King when I am ready for it. Being ready means, in my case, finding my mate. As I’ve been working with my father for the last 114 years, I can genuinely rule over our people.
As lycans, we grow old far less quickly than ordinary wolves (let’s not mention humans). I started to work with my father when I turned 34, which is pretty young for a lycan. Since then, I have trained our warriors with my Beta, or I work with my father. This is how my days go by, one after another.
Even from my house, I can see the gigantic old edifice in front of me. Despite existing for centuries, the whole construction still looks incredible with its white stones. Fairytales in children’s books could totally take place there as the site is so majestic. The numerous windows reinforce the idea that this building is the heart of everything.
As I arrive at the palace, I walk quickly to my father’s office and enter it without knocking. This large room is welcoming. Hot beige and brown walls, long taupe color curtains, and light brown furniture make the entire room welcoming and comforting: If you think of an all-powered Alpha, you don’t picture such a relaxing oasis.
I’m always the first one here. My father likes to spend mornings with my mother. But today, my father is already here. Quite surprising.
“Father, I did not expect you to be there so soon,” I say as I close the door behind me. He looks at me and sighs.
“Well, we went for a run with your mother last night, and when we came back, we heard you and Amber at your place. And your mother... Well, you know the thing,” my father adds with a smile, sympathizing with me.
Oh, I know my mother and her opinion on my relationship with Amber. My mother has nothing against Amber except that I’m sleeping with her and that I once had the idea to mention that I thought she could be a good Luna to rule by my side.
That day, I discovered another side of my mother. She turned just mad, like a complete fury; her benevolent, calm, loving wolf turned into some kind of sick, wild rogue. I thought she would end up killing me, honestly.
“Oh, so she still did not change her mind, I suppose. Amber again talked about it this morning,” I say calmly to my father. He laughs as I say that.
“Don’t tell your mother. Sometimes I feel like she is still waiting to make me pay, and I’ve been with her for almost 150 years, son,” my father says, rubbing his temples. Their love story is totally something.
My parents met when my father was almost 86 years old, and my mother was a young 20 years old lycan. They were lucky enough for my mother to be born a lycan, so she lived near the palace. They met as soon as she shifted: she was a late-shifter, which is not that rare for lycans.
Thanks to their proximity, my father smelled her rapidly and looked for her the day she turned. So they will have the chance to live their incredibly long life together.
But it did not start easy between them as my father had been in a relationship for 50 years when he finally met my mother.
When he found her, she almost rejected him because he was, quotation of my own mother, “a fucking man-whore who finally turned into a heartless mate-cheater who preferred to fuck a man-eater bitch, who has no self-esteem and that should rot in Hell for not trusting the Moon-Goddess to lead them to their mates.”
My father had to convince her for twenty years to forgive him, and he is still cautious when mentioning any woman’s name in front of my mother.
My sweet, loving, harmless mother got insane only two times since my father met her.
The day I told her about Amber possibly becoming my chosen mate and the day she killed my father’s chosen mate because she refused to let my father be with my mother.
As you guess, she hates the idea of chosen mates. She considers it an insult to the fates even if lycans hardly find their mates.
‘Better alone than with an imposter’ is her motto.
“Don’t worry, father. Ares is as in love with the idea of Amber being my mate as Mother can be,” I answer him, sitting in the chair in front of his office.
Before I can even sense her, my mother’s voice resonates with power.
“And so, one of the two of you is clever at least,” my mother says as she elegantly enters the office before she sits on my father’s lap.
This 5’8 woman is something. Her long black hair and tanned skin brought out her blue-gray eyes. If she was not my mother, I could admit she is a gorgeous and thoughtful woman I’d like as my mate.
“And trustful,” she adds.
” You should be ashamed of you, Alexander Joshua Grayson, for cheating on your mate like that,” she says with her fierce eyes turning into a sterling gray.
Damn, she is really mad at me.
