My Lost Lycan King Mate

The Beginning (Part 2)

My

necklace was made of shells with one pearl in the middle. Stormi had made it for me when we were little and i never took it off. It was strange because Jake had one like this almost the same as mine, only his pearl was more like a tone and his was black. We always joked about it saying we were yin and yang. I hated dressing up. however ut had to be done and as i said it was a favorite. "What shall we do with your hair, my little

one? Would you like to wear it down? You do not need to be over formal with

your attire but still need to look proper. After all this meeting is mainly for the

Elders. "Momma was talking as brushed out my hair. I began to part it,

braiding the top and leaving the bottom loose. It was very pretty, my hair, i really did not take the time ever to fix it, messy bun was always my go to. Just as we finished, I heard the

shouts and greetings of the warriors signaling that they had indeed made it

home just under the agreed upon time for momma and papa. My nerves begin to take over.I guess talking to papa is gonna have to happen. I looked at my mother,

and sighed.

"I would like to talk to papa please," I said. "He always knows how to calm my

mind and give me peace."

We both sat in silence until my father came in. We would do the initial meeting

in private just so Jake and I could talk and make sure we dont have any akward moments during the meeting with the Elders and then later for the announcment of our union. Father knew the moment he came

in something was up with me. He could laways read me so well.I was afraid to speak at first and then it all came flooding out." Papa, I am

scared, what if he is my mate as we thought and he rejects me? How will that

affect the treaty? Will I lose my childhood friend? What am i going to do papa?"Tears ran down my face as

I said the last part. At first papa did not speak, only looked at me. He slowly

came closer to me. Using his finger to lift my chin he sighed, "My Little one,

you do not have worry so much. If this is the case, we will find another way to

form an alliance, as it will be on Jake for rejecting you, just speak to him, do not let your thought run wild, you two know each other."

I looked up at him and hung on to his words. I took a few minutes to compose

myself and told papa I was ready and I would have the conversation with him

on my own as to not involve my father. "It is agreed then," papa responded. "I

will send him in so you two may talk. We will be right outside. I am proud of

you little one." Papa walked outside and for a moment I was alone and able to

gather my thoughts. I can do this. It will be ok. Just as I composed myself,

Jake walked in smiling. I felt the butterflies start to stir.

"Stormi," "you look pretty to what would be the occasion? Oh yes, our

matching. How quaint." His tone was sarcastic but joking. At that moment I

slowly tuned around looking him in the eyes. The force that shook me at that

moment was enough to make my knees buckle. He was my mate. "Jake, did

you know?" as I spoke, I understood he did. " It was kind a weird feeling at

first, as you know a type of puppy love, then as we grew closer as friends it seemed like it was true, the night I was packing my stuff to go with my uncle

is when it became clear for certain." Jake looked off to the side saying. So, he

knew. Yet he didn’t come to me right away. Why? I waited for him to continue.

“I was hit with your scent when I picked up the bear you gave me the night dad

told me I was to go train with uncle. I wanted to come talk to you then, but

father would not let me. Alpha duties first and foremost.” Is what he said.

“Although I did not tell him you were my mate.”

He stood there looking at me, he was silent for several more minutes. “It’s

funny he didn’t want me to take my mate, a chosen he said. Little does he

know my chosen is my actual mate. So now the question is how do I proceed.

Raini, you know I never wanted a mate….” He trailed off. I spoke up, “What do

we do then?” What he said next broke me, “ We will be married, I will not

accept the bond. Even if I do not want you as a mate, you are my best friend, I

will not risk losing you as such, also because I know how I am I will not

subject you to the pain of infidelity through the breaking of a bond if I were to

accept you.” As he was finishing his words, he walked to the door signaling for

the elders along with my parents to come in. All I could think of was how was I

going to handle this. We all sat down and so began the formalities of the

treaty. All the while I kept a smile on my face, while slowly breaking on the

inside. I will do this with my head held high. My parents will not know of all the

circumstances.I will have to discuss this with them later. For them it will be a joyous time. Let the farce commence.