~Grayson~
As I stepped into the stream of warm water, letting it run over my tired, grimy body. Closing my eyes I stood there for a moment thinking, this is unreal. I thought I would never be given a second mate, after the first....
Shaking my head, trying to clear my thoughts, I finish up my shower. After turning off the water, I step out to dry, and get dressed. I hear someone's breathing pick up as I slide the shirt over my head as I walk towards the door. Opening it to reveal that my mate has indeed woke up, sitting up in the bed her eyes glazed over with pure terror. I hurriedly scan the room for any sign that someone has been in here, my wolf starting to stir. Her breathing increased as she screwed her eyes shut, falling back into the hospital bed.
In an instant, I am beside her, pulling her into my arms. Sobs continue to rack her fragile body, as she continues to cry. Pulling her impossibly closer, I place a gentle kiss on the top of her head.
~Sybil~
She is gone. Where is the other part of me? How did I lose her?
Thoughts were shooting through my head, as I continued to cry in the arms of the one person i thought I wouldn't ever be able to find.
My tears finally quit flowing as I kept my head against Grayson's chest, listening to the gentle heartbeat within his chest. Something I find that is very calming, I felt myself being pulled away from his chest, as his fingers hook under my chin. Pulling my gaze up.
I look up to see my mate, just to meet the most beautiful blue orbs. Captivating me in his stare, "What is your name sweetheart?" He asks, a voice like honey, making me want to melt into a puddle then and there. "Sybil Martin" I slowly answer back, not too sure of my own voice at the moment. He smiles, "Sybil" he says testing the name that rolls perfectly off of those soft lips, "A very beautiful name, for a very beautiful woman." I smile at him, scrunching my nose a little at the cheesiness.
"What is your name?" I ask gently, without thinking. "Grayson Wilkes" he answers without hesitation. "Grayson, what a wonderful name for such a wonderful man" I say, causing one of those mouth watering smiles to re-appear. Once again causing me to match his smile. I lean forward and wrap my arms around his neck pulling myself into him, just so I can be close to him again. "Where am I Grayson?" I murmur into his shoulder. "You are in the pack hospital in my pack" he answers gently. His pack? I'm mated to another alpha? What if He doesn't want me like.... I cut my thoughts off before they run away with me once again. I may not know him but Grayson is not like him.
I lean back a little while straddling him, so I can see his face. "What pack is yours?" I ask, my curiosity growing. His eyes gleam as I question him, "Well if you want to be technical, I rule every one of them. But this one in particular is the Royal Moon Pack."'
I am pretty sure my eyes grew to be the size of saucers, as I try to take in what he just said. "So you are the Alpha King?" my voice slightly shook as I ask. "Yes, my love, I am. And you are..." he did not have time to answer as I flung back onto the bed bowing my head. "Now sweetheart, please don't do that. You are my mate, my equal." I look up at him, straightening myself, as he beckoned me back to the spot I was recently in. Hastily, I quickly moved to my previous spot on his lap.
"You do not ever bow your head to me again, like I said you are my mate, and my equal." Grayson says sternly. I only nod my head at him, not trusting my voice. "Now, I'm going to go find the doctor or nurse to see if you are alright to go. Will you please lay back and rest while I go look for them?"
"You don't have to worry about me so much Grayson" I say softly, "I'm a big girl" I wink at him, when I finish. Causing him to smirk, "I can tell you are a big girl, but you are also my mate."
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My Mate, My King, The Alpha King
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