My mate.
1188 Words
I opened my eyes slowly. The sunlight was sneaking into the room from the heavy curtains. A warm hand stroked my face.
"Good morning." He said a calm but manly, sharp voice.
My gaze met two mysterious blue-green eyes. His forehead is covered with black, soft, short hair, a strong chin and dark pink thin lips.
"Good morning, Mate!" Alky's got a taste in my head.
"Good morning!" I said, and I got up with my back to the headboard of the bed.
"What are you doing here?" I asked and called Oliver's name.
"Calm down, Oliver's at the leaders' meeting. They let me take care of you. Yesterday you fainted in my hands before I spoke to you." His beautiful mysterious eyes softened.
"Oh, my God! The council!" I said at the hearing of the meeting. I got out of bed quickly setting him aside slightly and ran to the bathroom. I poured cold water on my face. I looked in the mirror. My eyes are still silver and my hands are shaking. I brushed my teeth and had a fight with Alki in my head because I left my partner alone.
I went back to the room and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed. I picked clothes from the closet. I went to the bathroom, put them on and chose my comfortable shoes.
"I'm ready to go." I said confidently and confidently and I looked at him.
"What's your name?" I said silly and almost red with shame. He smiled lightly. He got up, came towards me, his gaze locked with mine.
"My name is Marcus Rein, my princess." He took my hand kindly, tenderly, brought it to his lips and kissed it gently. His name is music to my ears. I smiled at him. He held my hand and led me out of the room.
His 6.8-foot tall body next to me is perfect. Alki is relaxed and enjoys every minute next to him. The servants lower their gaze as we go through their doubles.
His serious and sharp tone scares them. He has two large scars that cross his left eyebrow to his cheek. How could they be created?
His thumb caresses my trembling hand. My thoughts are out of control. I feel the shiver hole in my spine. His touch hides so much tenderness. He's a gentleman. It's like it's from another era. It combines European charm with the kindness of an English nobleman.
We stopped in front of the castle's large wooden door.
"Why did we stop?" I asked with surprise as I looked at his face. He held my hand tighter and lifted his tip slightly from his lips to a small smile.
"Do you trust me?" His decisive appearance softened as soon as he met mine. I swear I saw his eyes shine. I just shook my head in the affirmative. Let go of my hand.
Beautiful purple sparks appeared on his fingers. He formed a circle with his hands and pushed him in front of him.
A portal appeared, with bright blue and green sparks around it.
My lips formed the word
"Wow!", but there was no sound.
"Our Companion is a powerful warlock. We need to learn from him," Alki said in my mind.
"We must improve our magic to be equal." I answered her. His gentle touch on my shoulder got me out of my thoughts with Alki.
"I won't let you." He told me and offered me his hand. I took a breath and held his hand.
"I trust you, Marcus." My silver gaze analyzes every line of his face. It's very charming, but it exudes mystery. He smiled at me and led me to the gate with the bright blue and green sparks.
In the blink of an eye, we found ourselves in the middle of a forest, with tall cypresses, lush grass and beautiful wildflowers. He's got his fingers tangled in mine. I like the energy it emits is powerful and unpredictable. He looks like my age, but he seems to have suffered a lot.
"Marcus, where are we?" I asked him enthusiastically as I left his hand and stared around the incredible scenery.
"Welcome to the Silver Moon Pack, the strongest of Mystic Falls. The Kingdom of Wolves."
He declares and breathes the fresh air around him. He looks so peaceful with his eyes closed. His heavy breathing in the fresh air makes his chest swell under his dark blue shirt.
I approached him slowly.
"Are we going to the council?" I asked him and I held his hand, stroking his serene face with the other.
Lock his eyes with mine.
He led me to the conference room. The guards in front of the door bowed in front of us and opened the door to let us through. Oliver, Amelie, Aunt Sheila and Charlie were in the room. They stood up and bowed.
"Princess Valeria!" Oliver declared and turned his gaze to Marcus.
"King Marcus." He continued with terror in his eyes.
King Marcus? With a blank look I look at the ironic and dark smile that forms on his face.
"Our mate is purebred. He's a king! King warlock." Alki claims in my mind full of excitement.
"Why didn't he tell me? He felt our bond and lied to us, Alki!" I answered her with rage and cut her off. I can't lie to him.
His mysterious blue-green eyes turned to my face and my confused gaze.
I reluctantly and angryly turned my face away from his gaze and walked to take my place at the gathering table.
He grabbed my hand by the wrist. I'm mad at him. I don't want to look at him. Purple sparks began forming on my fingers. I don't want to hurt him. Everyone looks at us in amazed.
"Don't hurt him." Alki complains strongly in my head anxiously and struggles to take control.
"Stop!" I shouted out loud. My eyes are dark. They looked at me with open eyes without a word.
His ironic smile faded after my scream. His grip loosened from my wrist. He turned to me and stared at my expressionable face and got lost in my empty gaze. He pulled me and hugged me.
My emptiness disappeared into the warmth of his body. I can feel the strained muscles relaxing. I got into his hands like a kid.
He just put his head on my shoulder.
"My little princess, what's wrong with you? I'm here for you. I've been waiting for you a long time." His whispered voice resonates like a song in my fragile and tired mind.
"Stay with me, calm my soul and don't hurt me." I whispered with a broken voice and felt lost in his arms.
Someone cleared his throat and brought us back to reality. I got out of his hands and looked at him one more time. He gave me a warm smile and stroked my cheek gently.
I feel butterflies in my stomach. Their impatience was lost when we turned our gaze and began to take our place at the table.
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