ONLY US (ongoing)

Chapter 22

After such an exhausting experience, Mabel decided she was good and ready to return to her home, only now she can finally soak in and recall all the happy memories that took place there.

Soter had brewed a healing potion that even Adonis had to admit was really quite good. It had cleared up all of her fresh wounds, the bruise on her neck was faded and the blood from biting the inside of her cheeks and scraping all up and down her arm was also cleared.

Mabel thanked Soter over and over and he insisted he would have done it himself if her mate had allowed him in a three foot radius.

Now that she could recall her memories it seems Adonis has decided that she was now to be stuck to his side.

They gathered around the small chestnut coffee table before Adonis and Mabel took their leave, just so they could recap on the situation and talk about further steps.

Adonis was dead set on taking Mabel to the oldest living she-wolf in town, Vaxis.

Vaxis was known for her wide range of knowledge and had taken a special liking to Mabel in the earlier days.

Mabel shuddered thinking of the woman because although she was nice, she was very intelligent and sly, always having a motive and a plan.

Her mind hurt thinking of the ways Vaxis would challenge her thoughts and show her how unordinary things are.

Sometimes Mabel wished she was ignorant to all of the troubles. Ignorance was always bliss.

Soter demanded to accompany them when they go and after about 5 minutes of Mabel begging, Adonis gave in.

So now here they were, walking towards the massive Timor residence.

Adonis was walking with his back straight and head high, as if to appear even bigger than he already was.

Mabel tried to mimic his stance, wanting to appear intimidating herself.

It was hard to think of how vulnerable she had allowed herself to be over the past couple years.

Here she was next to her alpha king of a mate, standing in front of an empire that expected her to be nothing but a fearless queen and she can't even speak to her own wolf.

How is she meant to protect herself let alone her entire kingdom for when it comes down to the battlefield?

She will be damned if she is the mate who stays home whilst her mate goes to war.

Maybe if-

Her thoughts are cut off as she feels a hand tug her arm.

"What are you thinking of", his dark voice asks.

Mabel lifts her head, blue crashing with brown as their eyes lock.

Ah yes, her mate.

He has changed more than she would have had ever imagined.

Long gone is the sweet, boyish, lean boy that she left behind.

Instead stands a king, a tattoo ridden, confident, rough and handsome man.

Her head spins with jealousy at the thoughts of other women attempting to make themselves available to him.

Don't think those things Mabel, he's already said nothing like that has happened and he doesn't want anyone like that.

Although her mind is absolutely full of thoughts, she sweetly smiles up at him and whispers,

"Nothing"

His eyes narrow and he carefully pulls her onto a bench, one just off the side of the entrance to the house.

He sits down and just as she goes to sit next to him he scoffs and sits her sideways on his lap.