The Royal Mask

Chapter 47

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Werewolves laugh and chat as soft music plays in the background. I watch as there is atleast a dozen of royal gaurds across the main gate highly alert as they watch cars enter the gate. Alphas, young and old, unmated and mated getting out from their ridiculously expensive cars with their mates in pretty sparkly dresses. The dresses too long and some too short which do not leave anything up for imagination.

I am excited as well as nervous. I wouldn't be so nervous if Nate wasn't taking so much time to get ready. I smile as I remember how the girls told him to go to some other room and leave the entire room for me to dress up. And I let him leave when I saw how the human stylists were excited to see Nate. While my mate was pissed off as he was not able to meet me. Even a warning growl from the lycan couldn't stop the girls from kicking him out from his own room. Well, can't blame him, since he was against Jen, Rosalie and not to forget Gloria who turns into a lioness when dresses and balls are involved. Currently I'm waiting for him so that we can walk down the hall together.

I take in a breath of fresh air from my window watching lights twinkling out far in the city. The whole city is decorated like Christmas, the humans joining in the celebration how they do every year enjoying their own festivals. I sigh as I think how Nate could never attend despite this pack being his own.

Scent of musky wood and rain makes me close my eyes and butterflies dance in my stomach as I hear his footsteps coming closer.

There is a soft click of the door followed by his rough voice, "Are you..."

He stops and when I turn from the window the words die in my throat as well. He is dressed in breeches, a waist coat and velvet coat above it reaching his mid thighs. It's a deep burgundy color with golden strips at his wrists and fine delicate golden threadwork on his shoulders. All the colours of the royal pack. He is wearing black pants and polished boots. His silky brown hair falls a bit on his forehead as if he has run a hand through it. I take in his sharp jaw, his perfect pink lips, his pointed nose and finally his steely grey eyes as he looks at me from head to toe creating a tingling sensation on every part of my body. He looks so godly handsome that I am once again reminded that the future alpha king of all werewolves is standing in front of me looking every bit of royal he is!

The way his eyes roam from the long slit in the dress revealing my leg, to my waist, to the cleavage of my dress, on my exposed neck and to the delicate tendrils of my hair falling on both sides of my face from my messy hair pulled up in a bun, his eyes then fix on my luscious red lips which makes me squirm and unknowingly I bite my lips. His eyes snap towards me making my heart skip a beat as I take in his darkened gaze.

"Beautiful..." He says in a hoarse voice and I blush as if I wasn't already.

"I often forget how you are the lycan Prince..."

He chuckles, "I'm glad. I don't want you to think of me as a Prince but as your mate."

He walks towards me slowly, "I was hoping that you would choose this dress for tonight. But I never did imagine you will look so gorgeous...so perfect."

"Dylan said I look like a golden flag." I frown looking at my dress.

He raises one eyebrow, "He saw you before me." He states rather than asks and I roll my eyes.

"Yes he..." I freeze when he stands in front of me in a blink of an eye and places his hand on my waist pulling me close, his thumb brushing the bare skin on my back.

"Goddess..." He groans.

"I'm gonna have a hard time controlling myself from killing every wolf who is gonna look at you." He dips his head in the crook of my neck inhaling my scent. I shiver, I don't know if it's because of the cold breeze hitting my exposed back or because of the magnificent man standing before me.