The Prince's True Mate

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TWO


“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way.”

Pablo Neruda


Like clockwork, two large doors slightly to my left were thrown open, revealing the Queen whose husband had recently passed due to an attack on the nation. She waltzed inside before they turned right, going directly in front of me until she reached two very large chairs past me. Mostly everyone’s eyes are on her, hoping to get a glimpse of the immortal beauty. She sits down gracefully, smiling at the crowd that subconsciously moved nearer. It’s 12:05, and she looks at the clock impatiently before she clears her voice.

“You may go back to whatever you were doing, my son is running late,” She commands clearly through the room with a slight frown on her face. After a couple of seconds of silence, the room begins to become loud once more. The men that entered the room previously had dispersed, to begin talking to the women.

The whole scenario is exceedingly odd… I can feel some lingering glances, but I don’t know who they’re coming from.

It’s concerning.

I sip on my drink some more while listening to Olivia speak about her most recent vacation to Greece.

“I can’t sense him, Olivia,” I panic, and subconsciously begin to wring my hands together.

I’m trying to feel through the room, but I feel like I’m hitting a brick wall.

“Kyra, be patient. There are so many people here. When the crowd shifts you might find him,” She comforts me, leaning her head on my shoulder. I can tell that she’s equally as anxious as I am, but she’s staying strong for me.

That’s when the doors open once more, a lot faster than before. A man walked inside with a lopsided bow-tie and two buttons undone on his dress shirt. The room instantly turned silent, and you could hear a needle drop as he walked next to the queen, sitting beside her.

“Continue,” He announces before he shoots an annoyed look towards his mother. There’s no doubt in my mind that the man wanted to be anywhere but here.

I can’t explain it, but I’m drawn to him. I can’t help but stare at him. His blonde curls framed his face perfectly. Long black lashes frame his grey eyes. You could tell he had some serious abs going on under his shirt. He is currently closing his two top buttons, and the queen’s face is laced with disgust.

Suddenly, I feel the pull.

Shit, no, no, no!

“I gotta go,” I squeak out. I need time alone to think everything over. Olivia just looks confused, but she nods once. Even though we met only a few hours ago, it’s the strongest friendship I’ve ever developed.

I hope I can see her again soon.

Hurriedly, I get up to leave. However, when I’m steps away from the door, his eyes slice through the crowd, and meet mine. We stare at each other for only seconds, but it felt like a lifetime. Before I can think, I quickly turn away, my fear growing. I’m almost out the door when I see my brother was making his way towards me, with a slight frown on his face.

I meet him half-way and hug him. I know I have to say goodbye before I leave.

“What’s wrong, Jett?” I ask.

“Don’t think she’s here... Again. I feel nothing towards any of these girls,” He mumbled as he tightened his arms around me.

I feel an angry stare directed at the back of my head, so I decide to make this quick. Unwinding my arms I offer him an empathetic smile.

“I’m sorry about that Jett, but I have to go. He’s not here, and I don’t feel well,” I say, panicking more now. He nods carefully before grabbing my hand and heading to the door.

“It’s customary for you to stay, but I don’t care. We’ll leave anyways,” Jett says softly, and we move towards the door.

Two bulky guards were in the way.

“Can we leave? I need to go to the bathroom,” I plead to them, giving them my best set of puppy-dog eyes.

“He can. You can’t. I find it hard to believe that you’ve forgotten the rules,” The one on the left says. He smirks slightly, eyeing me up and down.

Fuck the rules!

I begin to try to push forward, but Jett pulls me back.

“I really need to use the bathroom,” I whine.

“Hold it in, princess,” The one on the right shoots back.

“It’s not worth it. Let’s go back,” Jett whispers into my ear as we move near the couches again.

When I turn I see that the Queen is holding the Prince back. He looks furious with me. The Queen just looks at me with concern, and a hint of curiosity.

I move to a different side door, looking for an escape. The Queen’s holding him back, so I pray that I should be fine. I was only halfway down the hallway to the side exit before I felt two arms pin me to the wall. It was some drunken guy. He pins me down, attacking my neck with sloppy kisses. Each one feels disgustingly wet on my neck, as I tried to push him off. He had an overly large nose, light brown hair, and beady black eyes.

“Stop it!” I shout, smacking at his back. He’s too big to push off, and his weight presses down on me.

Before I can kick him in the nuts, he is off of me and against the opposing wall.

A punch hits him square in the jaw.

I was sobbing quietly as the man with curly blonde hair beat the shit out of him.

“Mine. My mate,” He is growling.

Leave it to Prince Cassius to save me.

He must have heard me crying because he turned around and picked me up in a blur. The man somehow made his way through the halls quickly with me flailing around on his shoulders.

I want him to stop and put me down.

“Let me go,” I blubber. I can barely see where we are going because my vision is blurry from the tears. I’m so frightened I can barely speak.

He throws a door open, bringing me inside, and pins me against the wall. A light was on through an open connecting door. A girl runs outside, without any clothes on.

“Get that whore out of here!” She shrieks, causing him to back away and me to put my hands over both of my ears. Tears are streaming down my face faster than before. I look back to my mate, and admire his beauty through the waterworks.

Grey eyes with thick, long lashes. Those amazing blonde curls.

The Prince, a future king.

My true mate.

“Clarissa, get the fuck out,” He growls, moving towards her angrily. I had forgotten about her for a second, defiant stomps bring me back to reality.

“I wasn’t finished having fun with you yet,” She pouts. What a child.

My mate must have been through them all.

“I don’t want to be here... I’m going now. Have fun,” I mumble, the tears stopping entirely, before quickly running out the door and back down the hallway, finding my way back from the trail of blood that came off of his bleeding knuckles.

Prince Cassius.

Tears threaten to pool out of my eyes once more as I walk into the hall once more, finding my brother. He stood next to a girl with a goofy grin on her face.

Olivia.

When he sees me, he nods; telling me that he had found her. His true mate.

I hide my tears and leave them to be alone.

I decide to slip back into the banquet hall, and have a drink or two. Suddenly, it becomes apparent that the Regal Ball was coming to a close as it neared 1 am. A short, greying man made his way to the small stage, gesturing for everyone to surround him. The men went nearer before he cleared his throat to speak.

“We will start off with the Deltas. Any objections can be made when staking a claim,” He explained as my brother stepped forward, gesturing to Olivia beside him. I let out a sigh of relief when no one challenged him.

Cassius slipped into his seat again. He radiated guilt.

The Queen is furious on the other hand. She looks at her son straight in the eye.

Several more deltas went forward, gesturing to those they chose. Only one had any objection, a claim made by a beta. The betas started after, but on the third one, I thought I was going to piss myself. It was the drunk dude, and he pointed at me.

Fuck.

Dragging me forwards, the man’s voice rings throughout the halls.

“Any objections?” He questions.

After a second of pause, I heard the first ‘I’. It’s from an alpha of a smaller pack.

Another one from a slightly more powerful alpha as well.

Where is Cassius?

One of the stronger alphas staked his claim, getting ready to finalize my destiny.

An “I,” cut clearly from the throne at the front of the hall.

Grey eyes, blonde curls.

Everyone gasped.

I just want to crawl into my skin and disappear.

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