The Alpha King's Savior

2. Small Details

A smile painted itself on her still face, her eyes slowly shuttered. Lying under the sun on the beautiful green pasture is her favorite pastime. After her morning duties, Amyntha is exhausted before lunch. There is no other life she could imagine for herself; everything is simply perfect. She rises bright and early, free the hens and roosters from their coop as she scatters grain across the field. As they stretch their wings, she gathers the eggs for the day and check their bedding to ensure continuous comfort. Once the chickens and roosters are satisfied, she heads over to the cows and horses. She repeats similar tasks for the heavier animals with a smile. She loved to roam free and was sure the animals did so too. The animals were the favorite part of her tasks, she did not much care for going into town for supplies. She dreaded the harvesting, sowing, and watering of the various vegetables, fruits, and grains. Before she could slip into a peaceful slumber the sound of her sister's voice echoed across the pasture.

"Amyntha! Amyntha! Amyntha!" Dalaila screamed. Her voice full of panic and fear. Amyntha's eyes popped open.

"Dalaila, what's wrong?" Amyntha asked sitting up. Dalaila stopped in front of Amyntha and took a deep breath as she bent over attempting to catch her breath. "Calm, and slowly."

"Amyntha! They are here! RUN!" Dalaila screamed. Amyntha's eyes widened, and she grabbed Dalaila's hand. "No! You go! They are here for you! GO! RUN!"

"Bu-"

"GO! NOW!" Dalaila screamed once more. With that, Amyntha turned and darted towards the unknown. This was the moment she was warned of since the day she could remember anything. She was told that one day, one day the alpha king's men would come for her. They have collected all the women that were born three thousand five hundred and fifty four lunar cycles from the big m******e that nearly wiped their kind from the universe. No one knew what happened to the women. The women were never heard from again. Amyntha quickly darted towards the dark forest. Her heart pounding, sweat beading, mind numb, and soul dying of fear. Amyntha never took the prediction of the Alpha King coming for her seriously. Afterall, she was just a powerless village girl. She knew nothing of the great war, the alpha king, the hatred for women, and the desire for her life. She made it to spot her family has spent decades training her to find. Her family knew this day would come, and they prepared a small underground hideout for her. The hideout contained everything that would keep her comfortable for at the very least 365 days. Her hands clutched onto the chain, and she began to pull. A gasp escaped as she was pulled backwards by her elbow. She found herself falling hard into the chest of a face she does not recognize. She looked up, and her eyes met his. His was the most beautiful man she has ever set her eyes on. His eyes were blue as the ocean that engulfed the world. His lips were full and red. His deep black hair straggly and free. In that instant, it felt like the world around her stopped. Her eyes darkened and his blue eyes followed suit. From blue to gold they turned, as hers went from hazel to red. It could not possibly be as both uttered, "Mate."

Xaliber looked down at the bewildered woman who stood against his chest. How could it possibly be? Tyrione was his mate, wasn't she? Yet, he has never had the out of body experience he had with this girl in front of him. When he heard that a baby girl born under the three thousand five hundredth and fifty-four lunar cycles after Tyrione's death escaped his men's collection eighteen years ago, he had to seek her out for himself. He was sure, he would find a powerful witch waiting to destroy him. Yet, the girl who stood before him looked like a scared child. What scared him the most was the pull that took him to her. The feeling werewolves get, when they find their mate. He believed Tyrione to be his mate all these millenias. Could he have been wrong? Nothing explained what just happened. His wolf pulled forth and claimed this woman as his mate. This afraid and average girl.

"S...sorry, sir. Please let me go. I must hide." The dame finally spoke.

"Hide from what?" He asked slightly amused, he knew the answer. Did she?

"I...I don't know. I was told the Alpha King's men would come for me, and I must hide. You should hide too! They might take you too." She coaxed. He raised his eyebrows and searched her eyes, she was telling the truth.

"I don't need to hide from the King's men." He said.

"Uh... Then, will you let me go?" She asked. "I... I have to hide."

"Why?"

"From the Alpha King's men of course!"

"What have you done wrong? Why must you hide?"

"I... I... Don't know! All I know is, being born is already a great crime!" She exclaimed. He felt a little strange upon her confession. It was as if he has committed a crime himself. Was it so wrong? He wanted to protect his people, all life, and forms from Tyrione. "Please, sir. Let me go. Do not tell anyone of my hiding space. My family has taken great care to set it up for me. I mustn't let their efforts be in vain."

"Did you feel it too?" He asked frankly. He needed to know, if she felt that mate pull. She was a shifter as well, but her scent was like no other. It is said, when a wolf find it's mate, her scent will be beautiful and different. Except, hers is not only different but very weak. She couldn't possibly be Tyrione's reincarnation.

"I...I... Did, but sir... I cannot be your mate. I must reject you." She confessed nervously.

"Reject me? Why on earth would you do that?" He asked offended.

"I was told that any mate of mines will die because of me. If you are my mate, and I fall in love with you. I cannot possibly live with myself, if you die because of me. Please, reject me or accept my rejection when I make it."

"Nonsense, you are going with me."

"But the King's men!"

"I am the King." He proclaimed. Before she could react or say anything, she found herself being hurled over his shoulders.

"Sir, let me down! Let me down! Please, I beg of you!"

"Quiet! You are going with me."

"I can't, sir! My fami—."

"If you want your family to live, be quiet." As quickly as he finished his sentence, is as quick as she sealed her lips.

Her family sat quiet as Amyntha is tossed in the chair across from them. They looked at her with worried eyes. They were relieved when she mouthed, "I'm Ok."

Xaliber looked to her parents and drew in a deep breath.

"How have you hidden her existence for eighteen years?" He asked calmly. "What kind of dark sorcery or powers have you used to conceal her?"

"N..Nothing, your highness. Please forgive us, we did not want to lose our daughter." Marcus said falling to his knees before Xaliber. "That isn't possible! Then, how could her existence escape my men and registrars for eighteen years?!"

"You're here now, I haven't exactly escaped." Amyntha mumbled. Xaliber's head quickly snapped towards her.

"Amyntha! Do not disrespect the King!" Her father yelled. "Your highness, please forgive her insolence. Amyntha is normally a well-behaved child. Her fear must be clouding her judgement." He apologized frantically.

"Now tell me, how have you hidden her existence for eighteen years?"

"We..."

"Quick!"

"Yes, yes your highness! The day she was born, it was moments of the last day of the end of the long-prophesied year. We registered her birth as being on the first day of the following year." Marcus confessed. "Please, your highness. Let her go. Amyntha is a good child, she could never harm a person."

Xaliber looked down at Marcus, and back to Amyntha. Then, he did something he hasn't done in millennium. He laughed. Makhaira eyes quickly turned to Xaliber.

"He's finally gone mad!" Makhaira thought to himself.

"I haven't gone mad." Xaliber mind linked.

"I Just couldn't believe that such a small detail could escape the eyes of many of registrars and warriors." Xaliber said aloud. He turned to look at Marcus once more. "She comes with me."

"No. No... Your highness! Please, she is a good child. She would never harm anyone! Please, don't kill her." Marcus begged.

"I don't intend to kill her. Quite the opposite, she must be kept safe. Safe, for she is my mate." Xaliber said. A gasp could be heard by every being in the room.

"Xaliber, are you sure?" Makhaira asked filled with questions.

"I would not make such a statement, if it is not the truth." Xaliber replied.

"But, how do you know?" Makhaira asked. Xaliber looked at his beta and walked over to Amyntha. He pulled her from her seat and looked into her eyes. As the first time, his eyes moved from blue to gold and hers from hazel to red.

"So, is she your second chance mate?" Makhaira asked through mind link.

"No, I think she is my true mate. I have never had this pull with Tyrione." Xaliber mind linked in response.

"H..how?" Makhaira asked confused.

"First, we take our leave. We'll discuss it later." Xaliber said aloud. Makhaira nodded in agreement. "As for you, don't worry. She will live as a queen; she will not be killed according to the words of the people. If you must, you can go along with her."

"No." Amyntha blurted. "Father, mother, you must remain here. If anything shall happen to me, I don't want anything to happen to you too."

"I am your king. I would not go back on my words." Xaliber said with his eyebrows raised. What a stupid little girl, how dare she questions me?!