Forbidden Mate

Chapter 11

After our shopping and my rather enjoyable run once I could shake off Alaric that is. It was back to the hotel to get washed and changed  ready for this evening. 

As an unmated member of the shifters I'm not able to wear my special contacts. As it is deemed to be disrespectful to a possible mate. Not that I want to find mine anytime soon. Plus I have Alaric issues to work through first. I am fully aware that I was sent for that very reason. The french king of shifters has an unmated son and it's no secret that he wants the two thrones joined. 

I pull on my dress letting it hug every curve. I pull on my shoes and touch up my makeup. My hair hangs in loose curls with just 2 small braids holding the weight back. Once I give myself a quick once over in the mirror and make my way out into the living area of the suite. As soon as I walk through the door I feel heated eyes on my. 

Goosebumps rise, my heart speeds up. 

There is something new about this feeling yet so familiar. That's when I looked up and locked eyes with him. 

Alaric. 

Before I know what is happening I whisper one word "mate" I throw my hands over my mouth and run back into my room. This can't be happening. This has to be wrong. I know I have feelings for him but not these sort of ones. I pace my room trying to convince myself that I have got it wrong. 

I know he has plagued my dreams for longer than I care to admit. That's when the first dream I ever had of his flashes into my mind. 

 I walk alone through the forest. The breeze blowing through my hair. The freedom is overwhelming, I want to run, to be free. I take off following my instincts. 

Then I saw them.

The eyes that trap me. 

The only eyes I want to see. 

They draw me in and I am powerless to them. 

Passion, need, lust consume me until it's a mess of skin, fangs, canines, growls. The hunger for each other. Claws running down his hard muscular back. The power emanating off us is unfathomable. 

A knock at the door startles me and I stumble back into the dressing table. I already know who is on the other side of the door and I don't know if I am ready to open myself up to the possibility. 

I mean it isn't just discouraged.

It goes against EVERY law we have. He is a vampire. I am a wolf shifter. It's just NOT allowed. 

"Mon Amour, open the door" he croons through the door. I can't handle it. "Mon Amour, please" his fist slams into the door "I won't ask again" with that I walk over to the door and fight every urge to jump him right then and there. 

"We need to go. We will discuss this" I say pointing between us " when we get back". 

He just nods and places his hand on the small of my back. I can't help but melt into his touch. I can feel some of the apprehension leave me just a simple touch and I feel calmer. 

Oscar just stares at us trying to work out what is going on. I just hope he doesn't cotton on as he isn't known for keeping secrets. I mean when we were children and the witch Princess broke one of the statues in the council building whilst trying to do a spell he threw her right under the bus even though it was his idea for her to perform the spell. 

We travel to the secret entrance in an awkward silence Oscar still trying to work out what's going on. When we arrive we are escorted down a large flight of stairs and down a dimly lit corridor. Alaric never once leaving my side and offering assistance when needed. Once we reach the large door at the end of the corridor it opens up into a grand chamber where all of the french royalty are waiting for us. Each member one by one comes and greets us. The shifter king being the last  

"My Princess Aria, haven't you grown?" he says, placing a small kiss on the back of my hand. I feel Alaric tense at my side. 

"Lovely to see you again your highness" I say through gritted teeth trying to sound as polite as possible. 

"Please meet my son," he says pulling the poor guy to his side. Oh great the moron from the gallery 

"We have met" I say my face losing all signs of me being a warm person. 

"You have?" 

"Yes but your son was extremely rude and condescending and basically told me I was only God enough for a 1 time deal and tried to drag me away. Had it not been for King Alaric. Your son would be on criminal charges from my family" a look of horror dorned the shifter Kings face. 

"I apologise for my son's actions Princess. Would you consider an apology meal with my family" he pleads. 

"Unfortunately the Princess is unable to because she is accompanying me for the rest of the trip" Alaric interrupts offering me his hand. 

"If you will excuse me" I say, taking Alaric's hand, the tension leaves my body and I feel like I'm completely relaxed. We leave a seething King and his moron of a son arguing. 

"Thanks" I whisper as he pulls me close to his side. I fight every urge to push myself closer to him. 

"You don't need to thank me Mon amour" he whispers so quietly so only I can hear him. It literally sends tingles down my spine. I need space from him. Between my heat flaring up and the mate pull to him. It's all too much just as I'm about to excuse myself an announcement is put out. 

"Ladies and gentlemen this way please" we are shown into another large room. This time filled with a very large round table. Very Arthurian I can't help but think of the stories of Camelot.