My Royal Mate

Morgan’s POV: “Ladies and gentlemen, this is Captain Wilson speaking. Welcome aboard flight T629 with destination to the Eastern International Airport. The local time is 7:45 a.m. The temperature is gorgeous out there. It's sunny, and just a bit chilly today. We could say fall weather is finally here. As you can see, I have turned on the seat belt signs; please stay seated for the remainder of the flight, and only get up if it's an emergency. We will be landing within the next twenty-two minutes at gate number five — in the north wing of the airport. In the name of my crew, I’d like to thank you for flying with us today. It was an honor to have you on board, and we hope your trip was a pleasant one. Welcome to the Eastern Kingdom.” I was thrilled to hear the captain's announcement. My ass was literally on fire after flying for nearly fourteen hours straight. I was not exaggerating. I got up a couple of times to use the lavatories, but I was dying to shift and let Kira run freely in the dense forest of my Pack. I could already feel her paws pounding on the ground with the grandeur of her force. I didn't want to complain though, I was thrilled to be back with the people I loved, so the long flight was totally worth it. The excitement I was feeling was undescribable. No one could understand how glorious it felt to be returning home. It had been almost four long years. The time had finally come. I know my brother, Alex, was just as excited as I was about my return. "Crescent Moon Pack, your troublemaker, is back!" I said to myself. "Troublemaker? Who are you kidding, Morgan? You are the most well-behaved she-wolf in the pack. A little stubborn, but you live by the rules". – chuckled Kira - That's what she was saying right now, but she was about to be very disappointed at me as soon as we landed. I am originally from the North American continent. We have four democratic kingdoms here and each one is ruled by a different king. Geographically speaking, our territory is the largest one in the world. We have expanded from Canada all the way down to Mexico in the last five decades. We used to be the main source of power around the world, at some point, but not anymore. Now, there are many other kings in other nations across the globe, some who are as powerful as our kings. Legend says that over a century ago, there used to be only one king in our territory. A Moon Goddess’ chosen King who ruled over the entire continent by himself. He was a fair and kind king, someone who cared about his nation and every pack that was part of it. Every Alpha was submissive during his reign. Well, not everyone, to be more specific. Almost every Alpha did, except for one greedy son of a gun who ruined everything for everyone. The Moon Goddess gifted her chosen king many unnatural abilities; abilities that were unknown to our kind. He governed for many years until he was killed by that rapacious Alpha who wanted to dominate the whole land. This Alpha not only betrayed his king, but he also betrayed our nation and the Moon Goddess herself. Fortunately, the majority of the other Alphas fought against such an evil ruler before we became a communist nation. He never made it to the throne. So, the Moon Goddess then chose to break that power into four different kingdoms. She thought it would bring balance to our continent. She chose four brave, loyal, and warmhearted Alphas to become the next kings, and gave them instructions to set up peace treaties between each kingdom. They had to avoid any further fighting over power. Power and wealth are the root of all evil after all. As of today, the four kings have peacefully ruled their own territories — they have been quite too distant from each other if you must know. Most of them have died, but their successors have taken over their thrones as time has moved on. Presently, the South Kingdom is governed by King Luis Castillo, the North Kingdom is governed by King Augustus Dupont, the Western territory is under King Ezra Maxwell’s ruling, and the Eastern territory is governed by my very own King— King Stephen Khallowells. Uhm! I would like to rectify my previous statement. We have a new King— King Damian Khallowells. He took over his father’s administration about eighteen months ago, and I had forgotten to update that data into the filing center of my brain. I read in 'The Gossip Magazine' that he was engaged to Princess Kathia, the royal beauty from Australia. I do like to read a lot, you know. This was posted on the magazine's cover back in March. I'm assuming they must be married by now. It's been seven months since that publication. No one can't stay separated from their mate for too long. I have been so shamelessly busy with my studies that I have not had a chance to follow up on the news about my own kingdom. So, I really don't know how their story unfolded. Princess Kathia was a lucky woman. What wouldn't I give to have a powerful and handsome mate like him? He should be featured in 'The Hottest Man Alive' magazine as well, because King Damian Khalowells makes every girl dream with him at night. And I'm not talking about just any random dream. I'm talking about the kind of hot dream. The kind of dream that makes you sweat at night. Something about him enchanted me, and I was drooling after I saw his gorgeous face on that cover. That night, I even dreamed that I was his Queen. How funny was that? Me, Morgan Miller, mated to the King?... Please!! **** Many Elders believe in the prophecy that promises that a new Kingdom will come. They believe that there will be a new ruler who will possess many unnatural powers and abilities, just like the King from the legend. I'm not much of a historian, I only read romance, but if I'm not incorrect, King Hastings was from the Northern Kingdom. Perhaps the new Chosen King will be from the same realm. I don't know much about the Northern Kingdom, though. As far as I have read, they are very wealthy and have some of the best colleges in the world. They would have been one of my top choices if I had the opportunity to go study there. The other kingdoms here in North America are great; they each have their own trademark that makes them distinguished. The only reason I decided to go away from my homeland was to honor my mom’s request. I would never have left on my own willingness if it had been up to me. I was the kind of girl who loved her small crowd, and I was getting homesick before I even left home. I was so attached to my brother Alexander, that I would never have left him. Never. For sure. It was torture. Mom always told me that I had healing abilities. Ever since I can remember, she would tell me, “Princess, one day your beautiful hands will heal the sick, give sight to the blind, and restore the hearts of our kingdom. Never forget that.” So, I always assumed she wanted me to follow her steps and become a doctor like her. And why not? My mother was a great doctor. Adeline Elizabeth Miller was an awesome pack doctor. She had so much love and compassion for everyone. Her heart was humongous. It must have been made of gold. Everyone loved her, and she loved everyone. When she was killed five years ago, the whole kingdom mourned her death, making our pack lose its charm for quite a long time. She wasn't just the light of our home. She was also a beam of light for our pack. And to all of those that she helped around the globe. Everyone has lost her. As a pack doctor, you have the privilege of traveling around the world for special training, and to learn new medical strategies with innovative equipment. Mom was one of those doctors who got to travel a lot. She was mainly the one teaching at those conferences because she was a skillful doctor, but she was an even better teacher. My beautiful mom traveled to the central region for a medical conference every three months throughout the year. There is a large medical headquarters where doctors from the four Kingdoms gather to trade medical innovations and research discoveries. She also received multiple recognitions and awards for her unique work in the medical field. She even had the opportunity to travel to other countries and assist other foreign kingdoms. During her last trip, my mom and the three warriors accompanying her were ambushed by a group of rogues. Only one of the warriors escaped barely alive that day. The other two warriors, along with my mother, lost their lives. Noel was in a coma for almost two months before he could testify to what happened to them. When he gained consciousness, he said the rogues went straight for mom. They were calling her a different name, and even said she was a princess. They had clearly mistaken her identity. They were trying to take her captive, but Noel, Justine, and Salima fought hard to prevent that. Unfortunately, we don’t know why mom couldn’t shift during the fight. It is like she pushed her wolf to the back of her mind. Noel said that she may have been scared because her eyes flickered with gold, but Sasha never took over. Sasha never shifted, leaving my mom vulnerable and alone. I held so much resentment against her wolf for a while, but I had to let it go because it was hurting me so much more. And I was already suffering with her death. My heart couldn't deal with such pain. Even breathing hurt. As if her loss wasn't enough, I had to deal with loads of grudges and anger in such a short period of time. Regardless of all the questions that we had, nothing would bring her back to us. The emptiness that my mom left was unbearable, indescribable, and irreplaceable. I have always wondered if she would still be alive today had she been able to let Sasha fight for her. Why didn't Sasha fight for her? I always circled back to that damn question. It was like an echo bouncing in the walls of my consciousness. So, that is the main reason I decided to also become a pack doctor. I wanted to be able to help my pack, and I knew she would be so happy to know I followed in her steps. I may never even be a mere shadow of who she was, but I was going to work hard to be someone she would feel proud of. Becoming a doctor and not being able to share it with my parents was beyond painful. There were days when I missed my brother and my friends so much that I almost gave up everything, but thinking about my mom gave me the strength and the courage to keep pushing through. Even if I had to cry myself to sleep at night. When I felt like throwing it all out the window, I held her picture in my hand. I pretended that she was right there with me. Face to face. She was looking into my eyes, and reminding me that I was capable. And reminding me that even if she wasn't there physically, she would always be in my heart. Precious memories with her were the only painkillers that soothed my agony. Some days hit me harder than others. Not having my parents and being far away from my brother, made me want to quit and go back home. But then I saw one of mom's awards, and it inspired me to push forward. Even if I was breaking into a thousand pieces inside. She was the source of my inspiration and I had to be brave. Just a little longer, I kept reminding myself. Just a little longer, Morgan. Kira was the only companionship keeping me together. Since I was far away from home. And alone. Thank the Goddess for our wolves. We would be lost without them.