Chapter 4
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Ayla p.o.v
“I have been searching all over for you, Ayla. Thank goodness I found you.” My mother said as she finds me sitting on the grass in the woods.
“You thought I ran away, so I wouldn't get married to him, right?” I questioned with disdain evident in my tone.
“I'm sorry that we kept this away from you. We…" She trailed off as looked at the sky.
“Sometimes I wish I had just died while trying to give birth to you… I wish there was something I could do to stop all of this, Ayla.” My mother's bottom lip quivered with teary eyes.
She encased my hands in her sweating palms.
“What if I am not his mate, mom…what if…?”
“Shhh… you don't have to be worried about that. He is different from us. He is a Tribrid. I want you to know one thing, Ayla, you are a destiny child. Never you forget that. No matter the situation you find yourself, know that it's your destiny.” Tears fell from her large eyes.
“Why me? Why do I have to be the one to be betrothed to him? Why mom??” I cried out.
My mom looked down at her hands before looking up at me.
“I will give you some time alone now. “ My mother whispered under her breath as she tried to wipe the tears on my cheek before leaving me alone.
I cried my pains out that I didn't even realize when I dozed off.
A maid woke me up and realized that it was nighttime.
Actually, it was midnight already because the maid had told me that Alpha Mason is here in the Big House.
I had to quickly go to my room to dress up, so I could prepare to meet the man who I will be spending the rest of my life with.
Alpha Mason's p.o.v
“How long is this damned hall?” I growled out.
We had been following a shaky wolf guard for the last ten minutes.
Jasper glanced at me.
“Do you want some fresh air? You seem a bit uneasy or on edge…"
Yes, I was on edge.
My wolf was being oddly quiet, and that could only mean one or two things.
He was furious and would force a shift soon, or he was hungry.
Both were not good things.
He has not spoken since we sparred.
“Ah…um we have a balcony j-just through those doors, sir,” the male guard announced, gripping his scepter tightly.
It reminded one of a stick that could be easily broken.
He has a right to be afraid.
Sighing, I glanced at the doors he spoke of.
“Take my beta to your Alpha, I will follow his scent once I am done.”
The man did not move.
“I…I cannot leave a gu..guest
alone, that is not hospitable.”
My wolf did not enjoy feeling suffocated, and even in this grand castle with its high ceilings and ordinary wolves walking around but yet, we felt trapped.
I showed him just how much I cared for that statement, flashing him my sharp teeth with a smile.
The man jumped, stumbling back.
His scythe fell to the floor with a loud clatter.
“Come on.” Jasper chuckled as he picked up his scythe and weighed it in his hands.
He twirled it, before stabbing into the ground.
“Well-crafted scythe. The blade should be sharpened, though. Let us go.” Jasper grabbed the terrified guard with a chuckle, leading him away.
Glancing at the door, I opened it and walked inside.
It seemed to be an abandoned bedroom because it looked like a small forest.
Plants were inside this room.
Some have their branches being spread outside the window.
Plants were one thing that calmed my raging wolf and I. Aggression was just part of our nature, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to manage.
It was best if we traveled in a carriage rather than shifting because it could be deemed 'too hostile.'
If these people were so weak as to think that I traveling in my true form was hostile, then they do not even deserve the land they inhabit.
At least my wolf agreed with my thoughts.
Often we disagreed.
He would want to kill, and I would rather not… Right now, I am needing to reign in my thoughts and put forth a 'kind face.'
After a few minutes of threatening my wolf, I decided now would be a time to face the Western wolves and get this over with.
On my way out of the room, an odd scent filled my nostrils.
Before I could look around to see where it was coming from, someone slammed into me.
The person, obviously smaller, bounced off me and fell to the ground.
Hungry.
The wolf who clumsily slammed into me was not a weak guard…but a woman.
Dressed in the lightest shade of azure that was covered in green stains.
The material hugged her slight body, from her bosom to her hips, then flared.
Her eyes were the oddest colors.
A pale red and the softest lavender I have yet seen in all my years.
“S-sorry” She apologized, as she scrambled up to her feet.
Why was her voice so…soothing?
“Ah, are you okay?” She questioned.
Who was this dirty woman?
“Can you not see?” I snapped, noting her odd eyes.
Perhaps she was blind or just a dolt.
“You should watch where you are going.”
She took a precautionary step back from me, her cheeks reddening.
“I apologize. I hope I did not hurt you.”
Hurt me?
If anything I should be worried about is her.
I doubt anything she could, or would do, could harm me.
She, on the other hand, seemed delicate.
“What is your name?" I demanded as she gave me an odd look.
'Mate.' My wolf growled.
The sudden and unmistakable surge of emotions and dominance was surprising.
For some odd reason, the wolf wanted this unknown woman.
I need to go find the Alpha and his daughter.
Although, this woman appealed to my wolf in some sort of way.
She doesn't behave like a princess.
She chewed on her bottom lip, and my wolf instantly began to complain and not cooperate.
He wanted this strange woman.
Which was odd.
Women did not often excite him.
Bloodshed and meat did.
“Uh, I do not have a name! G-goodbye.”
I want her.
The urge to run after her was strong, especially since my wolf was vocal about it.
I could not.
I had to be content with my betrothed and force the odd - eyed, dirty, strange woman out of my minute.
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