Run - Teenwolf Stalia AU

Chapter 4

Sixteen-year-old Allison Argent sighed happily as she looked at her sleeping mate. His slightly crooked jaw made her smile, sure there was a story behind it. She ran her fingers up and down his arm. Sparks flying across her fingertips.

She sat with him in the castle infirmary. Allison was the personal servant of the Princess, and she loved her job. Her father wanted her to be more ambitious but why would she want to? She provided her family with a steady income and was provided with food, shelter, and the best health care the Kingdom had to offer.

Not even mentioning the fact that she got to spend most of every day with her best friend. Her mate, if he was okay with it, would probably become the man-servant to the prince. That way they would all be able to be together more often. Even though Scott was a year older than her she knew this was going to work out well. He was the same age as the prince, and they had lived in the same sector. The chances of them knowing each other were good.

Allison and Malia had read everything they could find on their mates. And Allison didn't think Malia could tell, but from some of the reports, it looked like her mate was going to have a lot more problems than anyone else expected. She had a gut feeling that her mate was going to be able to help exponentially when it came to getting Malia's mate adjusted to Palace life, as well as werewolf life.

Allison didn't want to leave Scott's side but knew she was going to have to resume her duties eventually. But once Scott would up she'd have a real leave of absence. The first few weeks of being around your mate were essential, everyone got a leave of absence once their mate woke up. And even once you marked them. People were a lot more lenient about you being late to things.

She entwined her fingers with his. Loving how perfectly their hands fit together.

Yeah, this was going to work out, she was sure of it.

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Malia stood outside the door, her mate and his father were on the other side. Her palms were sweaty. She'd been terrified to meet his father, so hadn't seen her mate since The Run. But her instincts and gut were forcing her to go in. She had to be around him. Even if that meant meeting his father for the first time.

Knocking on the door she heard a gruff, tired voice tell her she could come in. She took one more deep breath in and opened the door. The second her mate's scent hit her nose she groaned. It was so intoxicating to her. But she shook it off. She needed to make a good first impression on this man.

"Hello, Sir." She said politely. Her nose twitched a bit.

He looked up at her, his expression annoyed. Then she remembered. She had probably already made a first impression on this man... when she jumped on his son and marked him...

She gulped.

"I wanted to come to introduce myself-"

"I know who you are," he said simply, still waiting for her to get to the point, but then he continued, his voice like a knife to her gut. "You're the reason my son's in this bed. Like this."

She looked down at her sleeping mate, guilt welling in her gut. But if anything was to blame, it should've been his scent. It made her lose all control as she caught it.

She sat down heavily in a seat across the room from them, her instincts screaming at her to move closer. To be with her mate. But she fought those instincts.

"I'm not going to say I'm sorry, well, I'm sorry for doing it the way I did. But I've been waiting for him my entire life, you don't know this. But my father wanted me to discontinue my participation in The Run. He thought that if I didn't find my mate this year then I should take a chosen mate. But, for my entire life, I've waited for my true mate. And the fact that I was this close to not meeting him, has me extremely grateful that he was there..." She paused.