Forbidden Lovers

Little Mate

It was strange for Arthmael Knight to be in the elves' territories. But mostly it was strange to know that they hadn't come for war. They had come for peace.

If it'd be up to him, peace with elves would the be last thing in this goddamn mythical world he'd decide. Instead, he'd do what elves chose to do to the wolves thirteen years ago. Declare war. 

Murder the elf queen and find the one elf that had killed his mother.

Take his sweet revenge.

But it seemed King Robert, his Alpha and the closest thing he had to a family, had other plans that he insisted would benefit them much more than war with the elves. Arthmael didn't know how true that was, but as a Beta and the Prime Commander of the wolves warriors, he could nothing but obey his King.

So here he was, on his horseback heading for the royal castle where the ball for the princess' birthday was organized. Who had thought they'd be alive to see this day come true?

Walking by a noisy river, inside a thick forest, his nostrils flared as a unique scent filled his nose. A fresh scent of jasmines and cherry blossoms. A scent that made the wolf inside him wake up and howl like a crazy animal.

What had happened all of the sudden to get his senses in high alert? To start his heart pounding in his chest like crazy?

Arthmael started looking around, yet there was nothing there but trees and plants and a silent peaceful darkness. Who did this scent belong to?

However, somehow he could distinguish where that scent was coming from so in a second he forced his horse to walk in that direction.

A high glass bridge linked one side of the river with the other as the scent grew stronger from the top of it. He got off the horse and rushed to the top the bridge as fast as he could. Running like his life depended on it, the scent consuming his thoughts entirely.

And there he was. Frozen, his eyes had laid on someone. A woman.

Extremely long wavy black hair was the first thing he could see as she had her back on him. But what caught Arthmael's breath on his throat was that she was standing on the edge of the bridge. A step and she'd fall into the deep, wild river.

And in a split second Arthmael knew that if it came to that, he'd willingly fall after her. His wolf demanding release so he could get her away from danger; claim her his.

By the way her body stiffened, he already knew she had felt his presence. Then why wasn't she turning back? Why wasn't she looking at him?

"Mate," left Arthmael's lips unconsciously. Yet she didn't turn still. Then she moved her right feet forward in nothing but air and it felt like someone sucked the air from his body immediately. "Mate, don't," he chocked out, desperate. "Please."

Finally she stopped.

Then, slowly, she turned her face on his, her eyes catching his and Arthmael gasped. He couldn't seem to know what breathing was anymore as the wolf kept repeating mine in his head. She was just... the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in his all twenty-six years of his life. Not only beautiful. There was something rare about her beauty, something graceful. So elegant yet so delicate. So innocent. So amazingly breathtaking.

Perhaps her watery big blue eyes, the deepest blue he had ever seen. Or her heart shaped face. Or maybe her elegant slim tall body under that floaty sky blue dress.

Arthmael couldn't get his eyes of her. It was practically impossible.

He knew it was an elf thing. There was some sort of elegance in their appearance. Yet the woman in front of his very own eyes extended every imagination.

Then something sank in.

Elf.

She was an elf, not a she-wolf.

An elf.

One of them. One of the people he had grown up to hate.

Yet how could he hate her? She looked broken, like someone had just sucked the life out of her body. And Arthmael wanted nothing more but to see her smile. Make her smile.

"You should go," Evelyn whispered to the devastatingly handsome man in front of her, as the magic inside her body couldn't stop flowing in big waves, like a wild river. Every sense of her wanting to throw herself in his arms; her mates' arms.

The wolf was her mate. She had figured the first second he was there.

"I won't, Mate. Not until you're safe."

"Don't call me that." Some tears fell on Evelyn's cheeks as she cursed herself for her bad luck. Not now, he wasn't supposed to show himself now. When she had decided there were no reason left to live anymore. She had had enough.

"Please get away from there." He made some steps towards her until he was just some steps away and offered his hand to her. "Believe me it's not worth it. Whatever you're going through."

Evelyn couldn't agree however. The stranger had no idea what she was going through. He had no idea she was about to become the wife of the man that had ordered her father's death in front of her very own eyes.

"I can't," she said, not able to even look at his soul sucking black eyes. She could get drowned in them easily. "Just go. Please," she begged. She couldn't do this with her mate watching.

Arthmael had started to panic inside, however he didn't let that show in his face. "You know I won't let you die, right Mate? Whatever it takes, you don't die tonight."

Evelyn could feel a little bit of hope sinking into her body. It had been so long someone had cared about what happened to her that now it sounded so strange. Even though it was the man destined to be hers.

Hesitantly, she raised her hand to grab his waiting one but in the last second her foot slipped and instantly she found herself hanging in air, the only thing keeping her from falling being her mate's arm.

"Hang in there, Mate," Arthmael shouted, trying his very best not lose control. If she'd really fall right now he would never be able to live with that.

He used all his power to lift her upwards, however, he hadn't expected to lose control of his feet as she fell on top of him, her body very much above his, her face only some inches away from his.

Blush crept into her face in an instant. Slowly, just like that, he traced her pearly white skin with his thumb, sparks overflowing her body as she gasped. Arthmael looked at every little reaction of hers as he kept tracing her neck and her pulse, feeling how crazily fast her heartbeats were.

"Have you come from heaven just for me, little mate?" His low deep voice created things down her belly. "You're so goddamn breathtaking, it's unreal." He slipped one of his arms around her waist while the other one tilted her neck and brought her lips to his, crashing his lips on hers in the meantime.

It was like nothing Evelyn had experienced. It was slow and passionate and desperate, like he had waited all his life just for her kiss. He kind of had, yeah.

She gasped, which gave Arthmael the opportunity to taste her mouth, taste all of her. He groaned when she started rubbing her lower body on his slowly, already hard rock under her. "Keep that up little mate, I'll take you right here," he whispered.

Like someone had hit her in the back of her head, Evelyn came to her right senses. Abruptly, she got up and put some distance between them, her fingers tracing the lips that had been savored by him just some seconds ago.

But this wasn't supposed to happen. Evelyn wasn't supposed to find her mate, at all.

She ran, away from him, as fast as I could.

"Mate!" Arthmael shouted and ran after her, however elves' ability to run in inhuman speed was much more developed  than a werewolf's. When he was in his human form at least. "Why are you running for me?"

"Just stop following me." She tried speeding up. "Forget you even saw me."

Forget he even saw her? Was she f*****g kidding him? She was his goddamn mate.

"Just stop so we can talk, damn it!"

However, she didn't. Running between trees, Evelyn had managed to somehow escape his eyesight. She was nowhere to be found now.

Arthmael growled loudly, his wolf in the edge to get control and go get his fated mate. "I'll find you, Mate," he growled, knowing she was hearing. "And then you'll belong to me. Only me."