My Mate Mr. Lycan

A Conversation

"Mother, what's this all about?" Killian spoke up as he made his way up the stairs to his mother's room. "I told you I would be here presently, and you came outside and demanded me, me, the king, to come to your every beck and call?!"

"Oh, don't be so dramatic," Constance scoffed as she rose from her bed while rolling her eyes.

"Dramatic?" He emphasized as he moved further inside. "I finally found my mate, you should be jumping for joy that we have a Queen. That I will marry soon and start a family, but here you are demanding your king for an audience,"

"Yes, I have. You can not marry that girl," The Queen Mother declared as she sat on her vanity bench and grabbed a puff to powder her face. "She is a commoner, a peasant, a girl of lower status, it has not been done for over six hundred years,"

"Mother, I will not allow you to disrespect my mate," Killian voiced out as he began pacing the floor. "I don't care how long it's been, I will marry her, she is my mate, and there is nothing you can do about it,"

"Oh, son I will go to the council with this," Constance smirked as she looked at him through the mirror.

"I am the King, I am over everyone in this land, council included, they have no authority over me," The King bellowed as he threw his arms in the air.

"I... I did not think I wasn't wanted, I... I did not mean to cause a rift between you two. I'm sorry..." I spoke softly as appeared from the doorway, following the voices upstairs.

"No, Mate, you are wanted, don't ever think you aren't," Killian said as he ran over to me wrapping me in his arms.

"I don't want to be a burden, I don't want to be the cause of any arguments between you two, she's right you should reject me. You should find another mate, one that is fit to help you run this kingdom," I reacted as I released from his grip.

"Darling, I don't know you, and I'm sure you're a lovely girl but you will always be a burden. You are not fit to be Queen, I see it and so will everyone else, and they will eat you alive," Constance retorted as she stood up from her vanity with all the grace and elegance I could only dream of having. The way she glided across the room as if she wasn't walking but floating to the window.

"Mother, you are wrong, she is fit, she deserves it," He bellowed as he moved closer to his mother, who was staring out of her bedroom window. "I've had enough of this, and you will hold your tongue or I will put you in the stockade,"

"Hmm... the stockade son, yes you are being dramatic, the stockade hasn't been used in over a thousand years," Constance mocked as she turned her head to stare down her son. But I couldn't listen anymore, I couldn't bare them bickering over me. My mate, someone I thought I would never find, I got, and he turned out to be a king, something I never imagined. I would rather give up the one thing meant for me than be a disappointment to everyone.

"Mate... Phemie... Euphemia!" Killian yelled out, running down the stairs frantically. It was too late, I was already in my Jeep with Penelope heading back toward the hotel.

"What happened?" Penny asked as we headed down the road in a hurry.

"His mother hates me, and they began arguing over me, I can't have it, I won't," I stated as I made another turn down the road to get to the highway.

"I'm sorry, Phemie, I hate when my parents argue, maybe we can do something tomorrow to take your mind off of things," She forced a smile before turning her head to look out the window.

"Maybe," I commented as I turned into the hotel and walked up the stairs to my room. "Hello, Cami?" I answered my phone.

"Oh my Goddess, Phemie, how are you?" Camilla questioned. "I have some exciting news!"

"I have news as well, though I'm not sure how exciting," I countered as I began to kick off my shoes.

"That's great, Phemie, I'm pregnant and so is Evelyn," Cami shouted through the phone as more screams were heard from over the line.

"Oh, gosh that is exciting news, I'm so happy for you two, Cami, I mean it," I wiped a tear and turned on my shower.

"Well, what is your news? Don't think I forgot," Cami replied as she switched the phone to the other ear.

"Well, it's certainly not as big as this news is..." I stalled as I poured a lavender-scented bubble bath into the tub.

"Phemie, you are going to spit it out, if you think I don't know you, I do. Now, tell me, wait, I'm three-waying Evelyn," Camilla put me on hold as I walked back to my door to lock it.

"Okay, okay, I yield, I'm going to tell you but you have to promise not to freak out, I found my mate," I began as I pulled the phone away from my ear. "Wait, there's more, he's Killian English the lycan king," I held the phone away from my ear as her yelling continued. "There's an issue, his mother hates me, and is demanding that he reject me for a royal,"

"What?!" Cami screamed. "Do I have to come up there and teach that puta a lesson? She may have been Queen before but not anymore,"

"No, Cami of course not, I just... oh hey there's a knock at the door, it's probably Penny, she wants to go somewhere tomorrow, I'll call back," I hung up the phone and walked to the door in a towel.

"My love," Killian uttered as I opened the door. "I will always find you, you are my mate, my queen, I will marry you. Why are you answering the door in a towel?" He moved me inside with a smirk on his face.