Wanted by my sworn enemy

It’s only natural

Gael POV

The largest hall Les Lunora owned was filled with movement and chatter. The giant place had never been so filled with life before.

Gael's uncle Maddex had felt such a meeting was not fit for pack leaders. Hence, none of Les Lunora's council members would be there tonight.

Looking around, Gael was beginning to think he was right. As far as he could see, there were mostly representatives, and no actual Leader of a particular group had appeared.

Then again, the night had just begun.

Supernaturals bound by the treaty had not met together since the first King had been chosen a hundred and one years ago.

The Leadership of the Order belonged to the Werewolves. It had been passed down from father to son and even the occasional daughter.

Women in power were still frowned upon in the supernatural world. But it had to be done to keep the secrets of the supernatural in the family.

Different packs have fought for rulership, but Les Lunora has held the most power over the matter.

Gael grabbed a glass of champagne from one of the open bars and gulped it all down in one go.

Across the room, he could see Sanari feeling up his cousin Hugo. He shook his head and picked up another glass. That little wolf was really trying to secure her position in the pack, wasn't she?

Gael regretted every bit of that day. From the moment he had met his mate to the evening he had almost spent with Sanari. By the moon goddess had she tried every possible tactic to get him into bed. He just wouldn't do it.

Only one person was deserving of him, Lilorith. Even though he regretted meeting her, he wasn't about to let her go.

She belonged to him.

Her whereabouts were unknown, although he had been searching all over. She wasn't in control that day and couldn't have been.

The man that took her was to blame, and Enos's blood would be on the bastard's hands if his friend didn't make it.

A pale brunette sat near him and flashed him a smile containing elongated fangs. She must've been a vampire.

Gael frowned and glanced away.

Just because those supernaturals had been invited to this particular event didn't mean that the Werewolves had stopped hating their enemies. They didn't know their place.

Then again, everyone had to make a good impression.

He recalled the words he had exchanged with his uncle yesterday when he had visited the Health Hut.

It was clean. That spot on the floor had been cleaned, yet he couldn't keep his eyes off the place he had found Enos's nearly dead body. And the pool of blood forming under him.

He sighed and turned to leave.

The door was blocked by an intimidating, burly man.

"Uncle?"

"Gael," he breathed, stepping outside.

He followed the man out. Uncle Maddex had been his guardian since he had lost his parents at the age of eleven. He'd follow him anywhere.

They both stood on the hut's patio, taking in the beauty that surrounded them. The birds weren't singing the same alarming song from about a month ago when he had both lost and found her.

This song was better.

The sky appeared to be a second away from pouring down on them. The wind blew his neck-length hair around, and he loved it. The wind was even strong enough to blow his uncle's gut-length beard.

"I believe you've heard the rumors? The Trials for the new King of the Supernatural World Order are to begin."

Gael scoffed, "Of course, I've heard about it. Our pack's most eligible men have begun training for the title Alpha."

"Hmm, then the rumors have not been spread truthfully. Our pack's members are not eligible for this. The eligibility of those trials depends on the blood in one's veins."

Gael wasn't very interested in the conversation. The two birds on the lawn fighting for a worm proved more entertaining.

"Is that so? What blood makes one eligible then, uncle?"

"The blood that flows through your veins." His eyebrows shot up at his uncle's declaration. "Your father, he was the previous Alpha. The throne belongs to his heir."

"And my father has over fifty heirs. The promiscuous man must have at least one child from every single supernatural race. If we leave it up to a competition like The Trials, Les Lunora will end up with a pack leader who has no wolf."

"That is why you must compete. That throne is yours, Gael. You must be the King of the supernaturals."

He shook his head no. "What’s in it for me? You know I'm no purebred wolf. Surely there must be someone else."

"Do not let the other part of you discredit you. Being your true self is what’s in it for you. You were born to rule."

Maddex took him by the shoulders softly. Gael had to look up at him. The pleading gaze in his uncle's eyes was something he had never seen before. His chest ached at the sight of it.

"My brother had never slept with another werewolf in his entire life. He had a lustful heart for every other existing supernatural female except his own. There are no pure-breds able to take this title. Besides, I've trained you myself. I know you're the best fit for the job."

The man sighed.

"Gael, I want you to be King. I want you to be able to do anything, by any means possible, to get this. It belongs to our family, and you're the only one of those heirs I see as family."

Gael nodded, "I guess, I'll think about it."

"Do so." Maddex took a step down. "Tomorrow evening, the other heirs and their families will be coming for a feast. We have invited various other supernaturals as well. Perhaps you'll find interest in the demons?"

"I have no interests in the enemy."

He gave him a little pat on the back and a small smile. "I've taught you well. But know that when it comes to getting on the throne, by all means, use them. Pretend to have an interest. Let history repeat itself, and let's pull them apart further."

Gael nodded, "Their numbers are getting out of hand again."

Uncle Maddex chuckled as he went his way, leaving Gael with a smirk on his face.

His uncle had just handed him the rest of his life on a silver platter. His hands went through his hair. But was it something he wanted?

Yet here he was at this useless event scouting the competition. He had yet to see any of his half-siblings.

"Gaga."

Gael cast a sharp glance his cousin's way. He looked so much like his father except younger and with a much smaller beard.

"What do you want, Hugo?"

"A girl stating she has important business to discuss is asking for you.”

This made him raise an eyebrow, “Since when do you play messenger?”

He gave him a wide grin and shook his head, “ I don’t, but this visit might surely pique your intrigue. She smells familiar.”

Gael’s chest ached. Could it be?

“Where?”

“East garden.”

Hugo had barely finished the sentence when Gael stood up and marched his way there.

Bumping into people and not giving them a second glance. It didn’t take long for him to get to the secluded area.

There she was in the middle of the garden. Absorbed by her thoughts as she hesitated to pick up a little white flower. She pulled her hand back and instead stretched it towards a very dark bunch of Tulipa.

She pulled one out from the roots and crumpled it in her hand.

Gael’s head tilted at this newly violent display. The first time he had met her he hadn’t felt this violence within her. Her energy felt quite different as well. The pull he’d expected wasn’t there.

But she was still his fated, wasn’t she?

“Gael?”

His name fell from her lips so softly. Her eyes roamed all the way down his body. He saw the hunger in those brown eyes.

He made sure his face remained passive, even though his wolf had begun to stir.

He walked closer to her. This close, her scent overpowered his senses.

Her head tilted back, amusement danced in her eyes.

“Why did you let him take you away from me?”

She chuckled, “You say that as though I belonged to you. You found me, an intruder, and held me as a hostage. Have you no shame?”

“You do belong to me. Finders keepers.”

“And what the hell makes you think that?”

“Don’t you feel this connection between us? You’re obviously my mate.”

She rolled her eyes at him and tried to move away. His hand pulled her back towards him. That well-known burn and warmth travelled through his skin, where they touched.

“Why did you come back if not for me? Admit that you want me. It’s only natural for mates to be drawn to one another.”

Her eyes searched for something within his. Lupe must’ve been making himself known by changing the color of his eyes to black.

“As natural as a Werewolf wanting a Succubus? Would a wolf like you ever lower your mighty standards for a Demon such as myself?”