Royal Submission

Chapter One: Avoiding "The Talk"

Dear Gods I barely made it out of the house this morning without my parents forcing me to sit down for the "mate talk." I'd rather poke myself in the eye with a sharpened pencil.

It's my Birthday today. Im officially 18. For 18 years Ive lived with my five brothers who behaved and spoke like a bunch of horny dogs 95 percent of the time. Its not like they censored a thing out of respect for my poor bleeding ears. I have heard things that would make a trucker blush. If I hadnt heard enough talk about s*x growing up with my brothers, then I CERTAINLY seen more than enough from my parent's constant PDA. They are still completely in love. It would be adorable and aww worthy if they didnt act like handsy hormonal teenagers all the time. "Gross," I shudder inwardly at the thought of them. They seriously have no shame.

So forgive me if the idea of sitting down with this raunchy bunch to discuss me mating is something I avoid like it were the black plague.

I woke up extra extra early this morning to sneak off before the rest of my family is awake. I'll be insanely tired, but thats nothing a little coffee can't fix and since I have plenty of time I'll be stopping for some on the way to school.

I opt for sneaking out the back sliding glass door since its much quieter and further from mom and dads bedroom.

I don't make a single noise as I clutch my wedged shoes in one hand with my backpack slung over my other shoulder, and slip out onto the back porch barefoot. I sit down on the patio chair and quickly slip on my cute new shoes that match the dress I'm wearing. The dress is on the shorter side reaching my mid thigh. It's black with tiny white daisies, baby doll shoulders, and buttons down the front from top to bottom and gathering slightly around my waist. My black and tan wedge shoes compliment my long, tan, silky legs. If you happened to somehow overlook my legs for days, the sun catches the moon charm on my anklet sparkling just enough to catch the eye. The rest of my jewelry I wore today matched my entire outfit head to toe, and screamed simple, feminine, delicate, and classy. My style for sure.

My naturally highlighted hair was loosely pulled half back, small pieces framing my face, with the rest of my golden beach waves falling down my back almost reaching my waist. My hair was usually the first thing people noticed about me. The next noticeable thing about my physical appearance were my eyes that were the same blue green as the Carribean Sea. Flecks of emerald and smaller bits of gold reflected in them when the light was just right. I had a small narrow button nose that led straight into full pink lips with a defined cupids bow, a giant white smile that's welcoming, warm, and flanked by dimpled rosy cheeks. My cheeks always flushed and often gave away what was really going on in my head. I'm a.confident girl, and comfortable in my appearance, but I could easily live without my body betraying me by blushing.

As I finished slipping on my other wedged sandle, I began tip toeing to my car. When out of nowhere the voice of my brother James rang out much louder than I would have liked. "Most people choose to sleep in on their birthday, you know."

"Shh!" I hissed at him through narrowed eyes and brows drawn together with my finger pressed firmly against my lips. "You're going to wake up the whole damn house James!"

He didnt lower his voice when he replied, "You shouldn't be avoiding them Charlie. This is important." Out of my five brothers, James was the eldest and was the least likely to break the rules. His personality was often more serious, closed off, and responsible. He was also the who worries the most in the group, though you would have no idea by looking at him. The only way to notice is by the slight furrow of his brow, and the way his eyes were always a little red after a sleepless night.

I sighed because I know hes right. He always is, but it still didnt mean I was going to wait around for my parents to wake up, full of awkward innuendos and personal experience stories. No thanks! My parents often used humor when they were nervous, but this "talk" was one I would prefer to be short and straight to the point. My stomach turned at the thought of talking to my dad about s*x at all, with my mate or not.

"I know its important Jamie." I sigh, hitching my bag a little higher on my shoulder to keep it from sliding down my arm. "A mate is a huge part of life, but its not like I'll be finding one around here any time soon. We're the only wolves this side of the entire state. I'm sure I'll make it through the day without running into my mate, unless hes human. However in that case he wont even be able to pick up my scent or feel a pullb anyway," I reason.

The idea of my mate possibly being human made me feel a little sad. I would be disappointed if my mate doesn't feel the same way about me as I will him. Since my pack only consists of my very small family, and we're the only wolves in this area of the country, a human mate still remained a high probability.

James must have noticed the sudden drop in my mood because I suddenly felt his arm wrap around my shoulder and tug me into a brotherly hug. "Quit worrying over things you cant change and gain control over what you can. Worrying is my thing Kid." That made me smile a little.

He gave me a small reassuring smile back and insisted that I came straight home from school and sit down with Mom and Dad.

I jumped my jeep and rolled out of our half mile long drive as quietly as possible. When I got to school my senses were set on high alert all day watching out for the other half of soul, her mate.

By the end of the day my nerves felt wrecked. It didn't help that my inner wolf was itching and anxious to go look for our mate. I needed one hell of a distraction to take my mind off of all this talk about my mate.