My Beautiful Mate [ENGLISH]

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

There was a spark to her, a glow that others lacked. It was what had drawn him to her in the first place. All of them couldn't compared to her beauty.

She had really matured in those two years he was away, her features no longer girlish, they had a hint of demure ang womanly beauty. At sixteen she was beautiful, but when he saw her now at eighteen, he wanted to go back in time and kick himself in the ass for thinking her beauty couldn't flourish even more.

He was lucky to have found her in time and even more blessed to have been granted with such a lovely mate. Any males would jump at the chance to have what was his. So he had warned his brothers beforehand on who he would be choosing, making them grunt in response at how straightforward he could be when it came to the women he wanted. Sure, he had his own fair share of women. But she was entirely different.

She's the one.

He already found out years ago that he was secretly escaping off to visit one of the village girls, he just didn't know which maiden he was super into. He was leaning against the stairwell railing, looking down at the array of young women.

He stayed silent and kept his gaze on his mate, wondering if she'd even recognize him. It was unlikely, since he always wore a hood to hide his identity whenever visiting her village.

With a growl, he tried to figure out a way for her to notice him, but realized he'd just play along if she didn't. Either way, she'd be his. And his only.

When his brothers leaned forward and finally spotted his mate, a growl erupted out of his throat, warning them that she was his. "There. Happy, you know who she is. So eyes and hands off." He muttered, glaring at them when they all back away and waved their hands back and forth in submission. His brothers obeyed his command, seeking out their own slaves/mate's in the swarm of females.

And finally, they had chosen their own women by the time they were summoned by their parents to come down and choose one of them to be their personal slaves.

He hated to call his mate that, but liked the idea of how she'd react to it. He might as well tease her, at least until she remembered him. Who knew how long that'd be though. He wanted to groan in frustration at the thought, but reminded himself that no matter what, she would be all his.

Azrael fixed his bow and stepped into the ballroom with his three other brothers, feeling the gaze of the girls, he could also sniff out where his mate was. It thrilled him, he'd finally get to meet her again. But would she even like him?

He passed by many girls and when close, he stopped in front of the girl nearest to his mate, plucking the crying girl from the crowd. He wanted to see how his mate would react, knowing she was braver than she even knew and often was kind.

The next thing his mate did took him off guard, she traded her spot with the crying girl. Offering herself to him instead. Even went as far as touching him. His wolf was ecstatic and intrigued, but his man was confused. So if one of his brothers were to pluck that same crying girl from the crowd before he did, would she offer herself so easily to them too? Growling, he grew angry by the thought and released the crying girl, taking his mate instead.

He dragged her out of the ballroom, making sure he wasn't gripping her wrist too roughly and tried to stay calm. Thankfully, his brothers had gotten his message. Or else who knows what could've happen. He wanted to claim her. Badly. All to himself.

But when those eyes looked up at him, he held back, knowing it wasn't time yet. Not until she truly liked him. Until she truly even loved him.

He couldn't help but admire her features as she was even closer now. His eyes met hers and then that button nose of hers, along with her rosy lips. She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen in all those centuries of his life. No one could compare to her.

His wolf gave a small rumble of appreciation, when he smelled that she was still untouched and was attracted to him.

Well that was a start, he guessed and arrogantly answered her questions. But was secretly too mesmerized by her, he couldn't keep up. And the thought of her willing to give herself up so easily for someone else still ticked him off.

Only problem was he had a pretty rough exterior, with a bad temper, often impassive look, egotistical attitude, and little to no patience. He was sure this journey would be a long one. Much to his displeasure, but if she could see past that. Then they were set.

His brothers on the other hand thought he had no chance, but either way, she was still fated to be with him. And hopefully she'd stay and be the first to be willing to spend an eternity with him, despite him being a monster.

He was dying to touch her, hug her, love her.

But if he got too impatient, he could risk it all and never see her again. And he would never let that happen, not if he could help it at least.

His wolf was a whole other story.

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"I'd rather die!" I spat, backing away from Azrael who growled angrily, his eyes dark and murderous.

He gripped the chain that locked onto the metal collar he had put around my neck and pulled me back with a strong yank, causing me to fly backwards straight into him. I didn't want to test his strength again, as just one yank made my neck burn and my entire body fall back as if I were as light as a feather. Damn, he was incredibly strong. This only succeeded in scaring and pissing me off even more.

My back hit his hard chest as his hands then snaked around my wrist, gripping them. "Wrong answer." He snarled into my ear before turning me around to face him. His breathing stayed unsteady as his nostrils continued to flare.

The beautiful blue was no where to be seen in those orbs of his, this managed to scare me. I knew he was close to losing it as his body shook and his grip was tighter than ever. Azrael snarled at me, his sharp fangs revealed as I began to tremble in his grasp. He then roared out with an impatient temper when I failed to respond, causing the room to shake as if an earthquake just grew angry and decided to take it all out on the place.

Guess he was throwing a big tantrum. Being a prince and all does that to you. He was a man that was used to getting everything he wanted.

"You're gonna go along with the betrothal whether you like it or not, slave! And you are attending the gathering tonight." He loosened his grip on my wrists and hesitated to leave for a second, his eyes becoming pained. Finally, he let go and left the room in just a few strides, while I lowered onto the floor, tears building up in my eyes. I had no choice, I would eventually have to marry him whether I liked it or not.

I stayed seated on the floor, my body shaking with full blown anxiety. I clutched my hands tightly to stop the shaking and squeezed my eyes shut.

Flashes of the fire and my family pierced through my head. Wincing, I clutched my head and screamed out in pain. My family was dead because of him. And that alone tore me apart from the inside out. It was now my reality. Even if I had escaped, I'd have no home to return to.

Anger began to take over as it boiled up in me and I slowly stood after screaming my pain out. He would pay for my family's deaths.

"I hate you!" I shouted with all my might and slammed my fist against the hard wall, narrowing my blurry eyes. I squeezed them shut again as a fresh set of tears made their way down my cheeks and I hugged my hand to my chest when it started to burn.

But luckily, it didn't feel broken, just bruised.

I just wanted my family back. 

That's all I wanted.

But I knew deep down I'd never see them again. No matter how much I wished and screamed for them.

They weren't coming back.