m e k h i (incomplete)

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The King sits in the seat of his office desk, broad form sprawled, and muscles relaxed. Lean legs are tucked beneath, and his arms rest off the sides of the chair. Teal eyes look to nowhere, stuck in his own mind, as his hand unconsciously moves, lighting a matchstick.

His mouth balances the cigar perfectly, bringing up the flame to the end and lighting it, then butting out the matchstick in the ashtray. His form sinks into the back of his chair, eyes looking to the slate of the ceiling, blowing thick grey smoke into the air. Much like the alcohol, it did nothing but fill his empty soul, his body simply unaffected by such things.

The lycan needed something to occupy himself, having been restless. After talking to the healer, the last few weeks were rough, the beast within only becoming more aggravated by the day.

Mekhi didn't want to deal with it, didn't want to fall back into the pit of feeling only rage and destruction. It was ruining him, and it wasn't helping anyone. He threw himself into the deep end of his Kingdom instead to distract himself, having worked relentlessly, hour after hour. The skin beneath his eyes is the darkest it's ever been, teal hues exhausted.

But now, the top of his desk is empty, all files having been done and stowed away. He has none left. The male had nothing to sink his teeth into, nothing to keep him busy and turn his attention away from the circumstances hanging onto him.

The days after having conversed with the healer had left the male confused, hurt and angry. He wallowed in self-pity, taking to the grave of his first mate and staying there for hours on end, crying out to the Moon, and asking her questions he wouldn't get answers to, repeatedly apologising to the first for something that wasn't his fault. He feels like he's betraying her.

With an empty desk and no workload, his head only turns to the wolf.

Ember.

The name rolled of his tongue like honey, sweet in all the right places.

His thoughts flicker back to all the information Alden had gathered, and he had finally read her file and the letter her Alpha had sent.

She was nineteen years old.

With transferring out of her old Kingdom, she had made the move to pursue her second year of human medicine in one of the universities in the area. To support herself financially, she worked at a bar in the nights, around three to four times a week, picking up six-hour shifts and minimum pay. But she scraped by, most likely with the savings she brought with her.

Luckily, Alden had dabbled in the world of human medicine a while ago, picking it up as a side interest whilst training to be a lycan general. Soon enough, with some calls and transferring money into a few accounts, suddenly Alden was also taking his second year of medicine at her university too. The havoc wreaking within Mekhi, somewhat eased with that notation, knowing the wolf didn't roam alone and in danger.

He wasn't accustomed to the feelings of the bond. He didn't like how his entire world revolved painfully around this particular female. He didn't like how his skin grew warm with remembering the features of her face, and if he strayed too long his blood would pulse within his veins, gush down to lower regions. He didn't like how his heart beat rapidly underneath his chest, with just the simple motion of her name entering his head. He didn't like how every single emotion he felt within him, was intensified, at its highest peak.