Cassandra's POV
I wish I could say the days passed in a blur. But really, they did not. They dragged on and I'm pretty sure I'll go crazy by the time Alec and the others return. Alec and I had been mind-linking each other, but I knew at a larger distance we won't be able to, we're not mated, yet. Sophie has been in contact with them. Her being part of the pack, has advantages which I still have yet to gain.
The nights were especially harder. I didn't have Alec's arms around me, cocooning me in his hold. And damn, was it difficult to sleep without that. I should've gone with them, but that would leave the throne alone, not exactly the best strategy. The first day though did pass rather quickly, I went to my mates office and a stack of papers, which needed verification greeted me. Sighing, I went through them quickly, which in reality took me 4-5 hours. So, by the time I got free it was late. Sophie and Damon came to help me, though I sent them away after sometime. They were newly mated couple, they deserved time alone.
I needed time alone with my mate.
Someone pushing my mental barrier broke my train of thoughts. Shaking my head I let my barrier down,
'Cassie? Amara wants to meet, you down?' Sophie's voice echoed through my mind. Furrowing my eyes in confusion I replied her,
'I swear I didn't do anything! but sure I'll go to her.'
'Relax , she just wants to talk I suppose. She's on the west wing's second floor.' With that our mind-link broke and I got up from my chair. Stretching my back a little I closed all the files, quickly arranging everything in order and left my mate's office. Alec had shown me around his office telling me all the important details as well. Obviously, the news about me being in charge while Alec was gone, was told to all important alphas.
As I made my way towards Amara, I realized I've never been to the second floor of the west wing. Curiosity peeked in me and I walked faster, nodding or smiling at the helpers as they passed me. Going up the staircase I looked at the walls, which were decorated with pictures of the royal family. There was one portrait of Edgar, Amara and Alec but with them was one more person, before I look at it more closely Amara's voice reached me which made me fasten my steps to meet her on top of the staircase.
"Amara, everything okay?" upon reaching her I asked to which she shrugged and smiled warmly at me.
"Why? Can I not just meet my daughter without any reason?–" my heart warmed at her words and a small smile made its way to my face.
"–besides I wanted to show you this part of the castle. I myself haven't been here since so long." Her eyes roaming around before she sighed. Then she grabbed my arm and started to walk ahead towards a huge door. I furrowed my eyebrows, it did look secluded from rest of the castle, but why?
The walls were decorated with white gold design which I could barely see, classical drawings on roof and spider webs, golden candle stands barely lighting the place. A golden mirror was placed on the way at the end of hallway which was full of dust. Huge brown with golden designing doors, piqued my interest to reveal what they held inside them. Amara took us towards the middle one, then she looked at me excitedly and said,
"Ready?" I nodded my head, she pulled open the double doors and my eyes widened. A ballroom with old window drapes, motes of dust dancing in shafts of lights, marble floors which needed cleaning and a white cloth covering something to the far left side greeted me.
"Umm.. this is nice." I cringed at my own remark. Amara's laugh echoed through the ballroom.
"No sweetie, this place needs a clean up. This part of castle was closed long ago, and now we'll be opening it back again. With help from the staff it will look like the ballroom's you read in stories.'' She smiled at me and I made an 'o' face.
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The Lycan Pack's Luna
FantasíaCassandra Primrose had spent her life training for war, never for a mate bond. But when fate ties her to Alexander Knight, the ruthless Lycan King, she refuses to submit. Alec is powerful, feared, and completely unwilling to let her go. She is his m...
