Karissa's POV:
I walked down to the lowest level of the palace, awaiting my officers for the sacred ceremony. I was very nervous, I was yet to meet my right hand man. He would be the leader of all Alphas, my most trust worthy friend. At least, that is how it is supposed to go. How am I to befriend a man who has nothing in common with me? He is ruler of the Lycans, I am ruler of the mystical realm. He knows he is a werewolf, but I know not what I am.
I was taken in as a small child by a very wealthy family, a family who rose to power, I was just by chance with them. My mother told me that I had wondered just within sight of her lily pond whilst she was bathing. I was a mess. Dressed in dirty rags, my hair knotted and matted with sweat against the back of my neck. Ashes covered my face, tear stains around my eyes and down my cheeks. I was only around the age of three. My mother and father had assumed a nearby camp had been burnt and I wandered out by some chance of luck. They love me so, and were very excited when they had heard I was to become queen.
I heard a loud thump against the chamber door, then the squeaking of the un-oiled hinges. I turned around, my dress spinning at the speed of my sudden movement. One by one, the Alphas came in and bowed before me.
The last Alpha to come into the room caught my eye. He had a very angled jawline, just angled enough to look strong. His hair was a light brown, his full beard was too. Is crystal blue eyes danced as they locked onto mine. I felt a pressure on my chest lifted off as butterfly's fluttered inside of me. I felt my cheeks blaze red as this strange Alpha stared at me. I broke eye contact, clearing my throat.
I needed to treat all Alphas the same, just because one is very attractive doesn't mean I can let my emotions go crazy.
"Your Majesty, may I speak with you alone?" a velvety voice spoke from behind me. I turned around, not realizing I had zoned out. It was the handsome Alpha. I nodded my head and he held the door open for me as I passed through the thresh way. I walked a little bit away from the door so the other Alphas couldn't hear us. "Your Majesty, do you know what a werewolf's mate is?"
"Mates are a Lycans other half. Their partner for the rest of their lives," I answered, as queen I had to know such things.
"Yes, ma'am, you are correct. Did you know that only werewolves can mate other werewolves?"
"No, that is something I did not know. Why are we speaking of this?" I did not understand the importance of this conversation or why it had to be kept from the other Alphas.
"When you touch the skin of your mate, you will know that is the person you want to spend eternity with," he carried on, ignoring my question. I looked at him, confused as to where he was going with this. He stepped forward, closing in on me. My heart quickened, my breath hitched into my throat, I watched his every move. He reached out, his fingertips barely grazing my hand. That is when I felt it. I felt the butterfly's, my adrenaline rushed, my cheeks blazed with fire, and most of all, I felt emotions I've never felt before. Lust, love, need, desire. This Alpha was my mate.
I'm gonna try to write more often, I will be writing a whole lot Saturday while I am on an airplane, so get ready! I'm going to try to make the chapters long too!
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The Queen and Her Alpha
WerewolfI took a deep breath. This should be simple, it should be the simplest thing done as a Queen. For me, though, it is not. I look down, my light cream and maroon colored dress felt like it was weighing me down. The tight corset I wore made it much har...