Forbidden Mate

Chapter 7

After walking the streets of Paris and finding a small cafe to grab a coffee and a macaroon, I found myself in front of the one place I desperately wanted to see. The Louvre. 

After gaining entrance I felt myself be completely sucked in. Walking past paintings and just admiring them. I mean there is nothing more amazing than walking past these pieces and experiencing them. The feelings they cause. The beauty of each one is different in its own way. 

I can't help but feel totally relaxed walking amongst such historic items. I have always been overly interested in ancient Greece and the Romans. After all, so much of our history (werewolf history) seems to have stemmed back to then so the pull to those exhibits is undeniable. 

I feel a looming presence and eyes bearing into me. But it's not a feeling I'm used to. I push a stray strand of hair behind my ear and take the chance to look around. That's when I spot the stranger staring at me. His tall muscular frame is clear through his tightly fitted suit. He is definitely a werewolf his scent gives him away. You see every supernatural species has an underlying scent, werewolves are earthy, vampires are smokey, wizards are artificial, witches are fruity, fae are watery demons smell of brimstone and well angels the only way I can describe their scent is its relaxing. Any way back to my stranger his dark hair is tousled back he clearly keeps it a little longer than necessary. He doesn't move, just flashes a smile. I let my eyes roam over him. He is handsome but there is still something missing. I don't get a chance to move before he starts walking my way. As he moves closer I notice his eyes are Ice blue with flecks of silver. His facial hair is kept short and neat but even as he gets closer I can tell he is not my mate. He radiates power but not raw natural power. More like a front as if he thinks he is more powerful than he actually is.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this" he gestures to the gallery. 

"Just looking around and appreciating the history" 

"How about we leave here and go somewhere a bit more lively" 

"I'm good here thanks" 

He moves in closer and sniffs at my hair. "You smell divine. Not mate divine but good enough to have a good time with" 

"I will pass thanks" I push past him to get away from his looming presence. He grabs my wrist and pulls me back towards him. "Let go of me"

"Know your place. You can't be any higher than a Gammers daughter. Beta at the best. You need to learn some respect" he pushes me towards the wall. Still holding my wrist. 

"I said let go of me" gritting my teeth I pull my arm back and I step away from the wall I'm not being cornered by any man. I lower my stance as if I'm ready to attack. A growl ripples through my chest. I can feel my wolf fighting for control. As my nails start to form claws. "I'm not a nobody moron. You are the one who should learn some respect"

"Temper, temper, I will enjoy taming your wolf" he mocks. 

I take a quick look around but no one is around which is strange. Especially considering where we are. With no one around I can't hold my wolf back any more just as I'm about to fully shift the scent of cinnamon invades my senses and I feel myself start to relax slightly but not enough to regain control. I swear I have a serious obsession with cinnamon as I begin to crave a cinnamon swirl. I fight so hard to regain control but I have my sights set on the moron who doesn't understand no. I have already worked out 16 different ways to kill him each one is rather unpleasant. I mean who the hell does he think he is? I'm a beta at best, does he not know who I am? My body doesn't know what to do and which way to shift.

"Princess are you alright" my eyes snapped to someone I hadn't expected to see until I got back to the hotel suite. "What is the meaning of all of this" he says glaring at the moron. I can see his fangs slowly descend as his eyes flicker between cobalt blue and red the violet swirling around them. Just watching Alaric stand there is enough for me to regain control. My clothing is slightly ripped but not enough to cause any nudity. 

"Aw she's your blood cow is she" the moron chuckles "pity she is a rather pretty little thing. I can see why you keep her around" and just like that I fully shifted and charged at him. Knocking him to the floor bearing teeth and growling. Nobody gets to talk about me like that. As the moron stares at me the realisation must dawn on him as to who I am. His face pales as he glups, the mark of the moon goddess should have been a massive indication. 

"Princess Aria, it's okay" I hear Alaric whisper. His hand runs through my fur and my wolf shudders in appreciation and glee. Looking up at him it's almost as if he can read my thoughts. "You can shift over there. Here take this, it should cover you up enough" he places his blazer jacket over my back. I walk behind one of the statues and pull on the jacket. It doesn't leave much to the imagination but it just about covers all of the vital areas. 

"Your highness my apologies" the moron kneels before me "had I know, this would have never happened" 

I glare at him holding my tongue and turn on my heels and storm out. Alaric is quick on my heels and places his hand on the small of my back guiding me to the exit. Once outside I feel like I can finally breath. 

"Come with me, let's get you somewhere you can let your wolf out" Alaric guides me to the car once in, he takes off into the traffic of Paris.