Why did it have to be you

She Can Never Be Queen

      I don't know how this happened. She was supposed to be dead and now she has appeared in my home and has taken over my step sons heart. Now the marriage will never happen. He will never marry the girl who would help our people the most. Our agreement will never happen and the next queen will never help us with our food shortage after I tell her Jacolby is now mated. The only way I can fix this would be to sabotage his relationship with Addison. I have to find a way to break them apart. I can't jeopardize this agreement. If I do and she tells the king I will be banished and branded as a traitor and cast out to starve in the bad lands. She can never be the queen no matter what. I have to stop them.

                                                                         Addison

I awoke to the sound of the shower running and an empty bed. I slowly climb from the mattress and stretch my tired muscles as I pull Jacolbys shirt from the ground where he discarded it last night and throw it over my head. His height made the shirt to big on her and yet it felt perfect knowing how much he liked seeing me in his clothes I could still smell him on the shirt. His scent is laced into the fabric and made me feel all warm and cozy inside. I follow the sounds of the running water and open the door to the bathroom. Inside the shower through the glass door I can see Jacolbys figure as he bathes. I turn to the sink and watch his figure dance through the glass as he showers and sings lightly to himself. I grab my toothbrush from the counter along with the toothpaste and wet the the bristles. As I place the brush in my mouth I see his figure turn towards where I am standing and he presses his body against the glass to see through it. I catch his eye in the mirror and smile as I look at him. He smiles back and turns back to his shower as he continues to sing to himself. His voice is beautiful and deep. All I could do is listen as he sang. I love his voice. I lift myself onto the counter and sit there to listen as he sings a beautiful song about loving a girl but never knowing her name. It sounded a lot like our love as kids. When we first met we agreed that it would be better to not tell each other our names. I wanted to keep it a secret that I am the heiress to the Kingdom of the Sun because when people knew who I was they began to try to get on my good side without really trying to get to know me. They only wanted to use me for my rank. So when I met the boy in the field I was nervous to tell him who I was. Now knowing that the small boy in the field is actually my mate I regret not telling him who I was. If I'd have known who he was before I would have told him not just because he is my mate but also because he would have likely gone through the same things I have. Being a child in royalty and having everyone only want to be your friend because of your status and not because they actually liked you for who your were. All I can say is that I am happy to have found my lost prince.

I turn to look at him through the glass and just admire the fine lines of his physique. His muscular arms and hands lathering his hair with shampoo. The firm ridges of his abs and pectoral muscles were so visible through the thin glass and so yummy looking that i just want to lick them. I quickly jump down from the sink as I realized I was making myself hot and bothered just by looking at him. With a human mate that wouldn't be a problem but with a Vampire or Werewolf it can be either very funny or very awkward because they can sense your arousal and even smell it. Almost as soon as I left the water shut off and I could hear the door to the shower being opened. I turned quickly as I heard the bathroom door open and out walked my gorgeous mate stark naked and dripping with water. I slowly backed away from him until my thighs were met with the soft material of our duvet where my butt landed on the mattress. The look in my mates eyes were like that of a predator stalking its prey. He quickly closed the distance between us and gently pushed my shoulders back onto the bed as he stood above me. He gave me a dark smirk and climbed above me. He began to slowly kiss my face over every inch he could find then slowly he moved down to my neck and I could feel his trepidation being around my neck. His thirst for blood must be strong because I can feel the need in him through our bond. I turned my head further to the left to give him better access and to show that I give him permission without having to say the words. I feel his hesitation but soon its gone and is replaced by his fangs digging into my flash. I cried out but only for a moment before the pain was overcome by pleasure and I was holding his head with my fingers entangled in his hair. I could feel the pull of his mouth on my neck right where he left his mark. I moaned in his ear and he groaned against my neck. He finally released me and licked the spot on my neck where his fangs just were. It was beautiful and had me seeing stars. But sadly my stomach wanted food so badly it decided to chose that moment to growl loudly. The laughter that erupted from Jacolbys mouth sent vibrations down my entire body as his own shook with the laughter. I smiled and he stood up. "Hows about I take you out to lunch?" His sweet voice will always be music to my ears. "Are you sure? Aren't I supposed to be dead?" I ask him. "Well then wait here." He tells me as he pulls on a pair of basketball shorts and walks out of his room. With him gone I subtly snoop around the bedroom. Not really a big deal seeing as his room will now be my own as well. I walk around his bed and into his closet. In his closet are a bunch of neatly hung clothes and a rack for his many pairs of shoes. I laugh a little at seeing his  collection. How many shoes does one man need?  The sounds of my own thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the bedroom door opening back up. I walk out of the closet to find my mate had come back. In his hands is a box of black hair dye and a bowl with a brush both made to dye hair. "I thought it would be better if the known colorful princess decided to go back to her natural hair color." His words make me smile. I haven't had raven colored hair since I was 12. I had changed it as soon as I got home the last time I spoke with Jacolby. I walk over and grab the supplies from him. "Do you need any help?" He asks me. I give him a goofy half smile. I'll need a pair of scissors." I tell him. He then walks back out of the room and I set all of the supplies down in the bathroom. He comes back a few moments later carrying a very nice pair of hair cutting scissors. I take them from him and walk into the bathroom. Once in the bathroom I turn and lock the door behind me. With the resounding click I hear him try to turn the knob on the door. "Hey! You locked me out." I hear the sadness in his voice. "You can't see me till its finished. It will be my next master piece." With that I turn to the mirror and grab my long rainbow colored hair into my hands. I study it and feel how soft the strands have always been. I haven't cut my hair as more than a trim. The strands end just below my ass and the cacophony of strands are so thick most hair ties are unable to hold them. I look at myself in the mirror and study myself with my rainbow hair and once again silvery gray eyes. When I left for the academy the shine in my eyes had all but left me but being with my mate has brought back the luster in them. I look away from the mirror and slowly lift the scissors from the sink. I grab a section of my hair and begin to cut. I can the tears slip down my cheeks as I remember the last time my hair was truly cut.

                                                                             Flashback

"You are a disgrace Addison! Why can't you be more like your sister? She is respectful and polite and never disobeys her orders. You on the other hand are disobedient and have not a single respectful nor respectable bone in your body. How are you supposed to rule our kingdom one day?" Her angry words sink deep into my skin as I see my sisters smug look. The scissors my sister used to hap hazardly cut my hair while I slept glisten on my bedside table where she had put them and a mirror to make it seem as if I had done this to myself. My mother has her hands on my shoulders and his gripping them tightly. "But I didn't do it mother!" I tried to reason with her but she just wouldn't listen. She holds me by my shoulder and drags me to the dresser and grabs the scissors of the top. She then drags me into the bathroom attached to my room and sits me on the lip of my tub with great force. "STOP MOM I DIDN'T DO THIS!" I scream at her. My Alpha tone is evident in my voice. Her head looks on its way to bowing to submit to me but she fights it. "How is that possible that I your own mother is nearly forced to submit to you? You're only 6." She states. Her eyes are scared and confused but this isn't going to stop her in her task. She grabs my hair and begins to forcefully chop my hair. Once she is finished it looks better than it was before. More even and less choppy but still doesn't look as respectable as my mother would have preferred seeing as it's so short. It doesn't even reach my shoulders. I see the light drain from my eyes as I see myself in the mirror. My mother has always believed that as the future of our people I must always look respectable and beautiful. She has always believed that short hair has neither of those qualities. I see the tears running down my pale cheeks and can feel my heart breaking in my chest. At this my mother slams the scissors down on the counter and walks out of my bathroom slamming my door with a loud bang. I was so distraught all I could do was sit there on the edge of my tub and cry. I hear my bathroom door open again and I look up to see Hailey. "Well now look who is queen material because it definitely isn't you." With that she walks back out of my bathroom laughing to herself with her ugly cackle. 

                                                                        End of flashback

This gave me the resolve to stand against my mother and sister and grow my hair to a length that would never be worn by a queen. With that I made sure every day to drink my milk everyday and find any way possible to make my hair grow quick and healthy. After a few years my hair grew to fall far past my shoulders and trailed down my back to my rear. I made sure to buy the finest hair growth shampoos i could find and would always wash my hair as appointed by specialists to ensure I could have t he type of hair that would  be beautiful and yet still piss off my mother with it's length. Though she always hated short hair she also hates hair that is to long an unruly. She would never cut my long hair because she thought this was a away of me listening to her even though she did not like it. Now it was time I show her that looks aren't everything for a princess. I chop off the first lock of my hair quickly and continue on to the next being sure to keep them all the same length. After cutting off over half of my hair I look into the mirror and see my short pixie cut of different colors. I already miss my long hair nut at least this way I won't have to continue to work hard to keep up with it. I grab the box of dye and pour out the contents into the bowl with a developer cream and mix it together to create a paste. Once it is thoroughly mixed i use the flat bristled dye brush to spread the dye onto my hair with a nice evenly thick lather. Being sure to keep even sections and get the roots I fully drench my hair in the dye. After this I set a timer on the clock in the bathroom and wait. After 20 minutes I carefully remove Jacolbys shirt and hop into the shower to wash out my hair. After my hair is thoroughly rinsed of the dye I grab 2 towels and wrap one around my hair and the other around my body. I slowly unlock the door and walk out to find Jacolby dressed in a cute sky blue button up shirt that brought out the blue of his eyes. He pared the shirt with black skinny jeans and a pair of black boots. All in all he looks gorgeous. I smile softly as I admire him. He hasn't seemed to notice me yet because he is on the phone so I just grab my bag of clothes and walk back into the bathroom. I dig through the bag and find a nice dark gray long, puffy sleeved crop top and pair it with black skinny jeans and my dark gray combat boots. I walk out of the bathroom and see that Jacolby is no longer on his phone but rather is sitting on the edge of his bed playing a game on his cell. I clear my throat to get his attention and when he looks up his eyes darken to a deep blue like an ocean when the sun has begun to set over it. "You look amazing my love." He says as he stands to hold me. I give him a shy smile and go to brush my hair behind my ear but it is to no avail because my hair is to short to stay behind it. He laughs at my effort and wraps his arm around my shoulders to lead me to the door. He holds it open and allows me to walk out first. When we leave his room we are met with his lousy step mother. "And where do you think you two are going?" She asks us in her ugly nasaly voice. "It doesn't concern you Magdila." Jacolby responds. We push past her and continue our way through the hall when the wench decides she wasn't finished. She grabs me by my wrist and holds us in place. "How dare you both disrespect me in that manner. I am the queen and you will respect me!" She demands which seems to have pissed Jacolby off even more but before he can say anything I step closer to Magdila and whisper in her ear. "You are not the queen. In fact you never were. You were just a replacement for the real queen who passed away. You will never leave her shadow and will always be a disgrace compared to the original." With that I step back look at her angry face and smile. With that she releases my arm and we leave. We stand there for a few more moments just watching her walk away. Its funny how someone so ugly could demand respect. She doesn't deserve respect. She doesn't deserve the tittle she claims to bare. She is a horrible person and needs to be removed from the throne. When she finally disappears around a corner we turn and walk away. We descend the stairs and walk to the front door. The staff open the large doors for us and we walk out under the cloudy sky. Everything in this city is so dark. In the City of The Sun everything is bright and sunny and full of life. But in our city the sun is not blocked from the sky it is rejoiced and worshiped unlike here where the moon is worshiped and beloved by the people. Our worlds are so different and yet with a simple mating things will all begin to change. Never before has there been a mating between a Werewolf and a Vampire. Why us and why now?