Abandoned By My Mate

The Blood Prince*

"Az!" A lean male called, pushing open the doors to the sitting room we were waiting in. "You live!"

The male had a sly smirk and bright green eyes that seemed more observant than his words suggested. Slightly too long hair was slicked back, his face smooth. The opposite of my disheveled male that had his dark hair stuck up in odd directions, his stubble slowly turning into a beard. The newcomer had deep red hair that reminded me of the blood I had recently been covered in.

"Who is this?" The male grinned, his eyes slowly sweeping over my body, though he glanced over at Az, trying to get a rise out of him.

"Mine," Azrael replied, glowering at him.

"Hello, Mine." The male replied, grasping my hand and pressing a quick kiss to the back of my hand, "I'm Killian."

"You won't be anyone if you don't take your hand off of her," Az growled, standing and taking a step in front of me protectively.

I hid my smile behind my hand enjoying the interaction of the brothers. It was easy to tell that Azrael wasn't actually taking Prince Killian seriously. If he had been then the prince would be bleeding already.

"How have you been, brother?" The prince asked, "You look drained. Should I hold off our sisters from seeing you?"

"I've been well," Azrael replied, grasping my hand and tucking me into his side, "We had some trouble on the way here, but nothing we couldn't handle."

Killian stiffened, his green eyes narrowing, "I see, we should meet later to discuss this. Come I will bring you to the girls, last I checked they were enjoying the sunshine and sightseeing."

Az rolled his eyes, grimacing, "Rasten hasn't put a stop to that yet?"

"He still doesn't know," The prince laughed, "We are being rude, brother, you haven't even introduced me to your mate yet."

"Oh," Az grinned down at me, his large smile calming my nerves, "This is Aslin Vanders. Daughter of Viscount Dane and Adalin."

Prince Killian scrunched up his nose, "Oh..."

"I'm not like my parents," I assured him, watching as his face was immediately wiped of his disgust.

"I doubt my brother would look so happy if you were," He chuckled, beginning to lead us out of the large room down a corridor, "I didn't even know Vanders had a daughter. I should have met you at some function."

"You know how fathers can be," I replied, forcing a smile, "He didn't want to risk me being snatched up by someone he didn't approve of."

Killian's smile faded, the sparkle in his eyes dying. He gave me a firm nod with a clenched jaw, the words he was swallowing shining in his eyes. The prince seemed to understand, maybe too well. My mate stroked my hand softly, giving me a comforting squeeze.

"How old are you, Aslin?" Killian asked, his carefree attitude back in full force.

"Eighteen," I answered, following the two males out into a grassy area where multiple males were grunting as they practiced hand to hand combat.

Two females were sitting at a table, delicately sipping tea and sneaking glances at the males. Green eyes went wide when one of the more attractive males paused to tug off his shirt. Exposing rippling golden muscles.

"Eyes," My mate growled quietly in my ear.

"Maybe you should go practice," I replied with a naughty grin, "I haven't gotten to see you train in a long time."