Pride Princess

Chapter Three

I didn’t look back after that; I watched the road as it carried me home to the pride mansion. I arrived a bit later; I took a couple detours to make sure I lost my mate. My tigress was still very angry with me and my attempts to calm her fell on deaf ears. I sighed as I pulled into the garage and the pack guards surrounded me. The second I opened the door a chorus of “Princess, are you okay?”, “Did someone hurt you” and growls erupted from the group. I chuckled quietly under my breath and sent them a reassuring smile.

It seemed to calm them slightly but some still seemed ready to attack something. I raised a hand and the group fell silent and all eyes were on me. “I’m fine, I just felt a little sick from the sweat stench and the strong drinks.” The group nodded in understanding and I smiled smoothly at them. “How were the drinks?” They all cheered at that but more quiet, taking in the fact that I wasn’t ‘feeling well.’ I gave each of them an individual grin before saying “This will happen again, I swear.”

With that dismissal the men cheered and roared their approval before running tipsily inside. Jocelyn made her way towards me, concern written all over her face. She wrapped her arms around me and I slumped into her arms needing the relief and comfort that she could offer. We walked in a comfortable silence into the house and soon into my room. Jocelyn carefully placed me on the bed before walking into my closet and grabbing her emergency pajamas.

Without giving it much thought I magically put on a pair of green silk pajamas and took off my makeup without even moving.Jocelyn walked back in with her hair in a high pony tail and a pair of pink pajamas that were identical to mine. She sat across from me Indian style and said one word. “Spill.” sighed knowing she wouldn’t give up until she had all the information she was satisfied that she knew everything. “So I saw my mate, and I hauled ass as fast as possible out the damn club. I don’t want a mate yet, I’m not ready! Especially with this whole Lucas situation going on, I just can’t…”

My mind flashbacked to when I saw him standing alone on the road and I winced. Jocelyn seemed to think it over for a minute or two and snickered. “You’re going to be in so much shit when he finds you.” I let out an exasperated groan before burying my face in the pillow. “I know” I grumbled agitated into the pillow. Jocelyn laughed and patted my butt reassuringly. “When he does find you? I better be there.” I let out another groan and fell asleep to the sound of her tinkling laughter.

The next couple of days were pretty lousy; Lucas was still trying to seduce me. You think getting slammed into a wall would defuse him but nope, he kept at it. My mate was nowhere to be found and a selfish part of me wishes he would come by now. My tigress was still pissed at me, demanding to find out mate this instant. I sighed and looked out the window, what I should do about all of this? I was startled out of my thoughts by a demanding knock at my door.

“Leila! Wake up!” My Fathers angry voice commanded me to do as he wished and I lazily got up. I trudged to the door before throwing it open and growling “Yes?” My Father stood next to a smug Lucas and my heart started beating frantically. “Leila,” my Father said “Lucas here told me have denied him?” Lucas was obviously pissed that his antics weren’t working and eventually I just put the poor shifter out of his misery and denied him. I don’t know what he wants from me.

Especially now since I can’t seem get a pair of glowing blue eyes out of my head.“Yes” I said with authority, raising my head high and letting my powers leak into my voice. “I do not accept his nuptial to me, since he isn’t my true mate and I will expect nothing less. Also I suspect he is only using this as a rise of power and will be unfit to rule by my side since I won’t respect him in any way shape or form.” My Father growled his outrage at what I said and Lucas bared his fangs at me.

I rolled my eyes irritably and flicked my wrist sending Lucas crashing into my wall. “Oops” I grumbled, looking at my hand like it was possessed. My Father’s face was now a pleasant shade of red and the familiar tick in his brow was back. Oh and cat eyes, fantastic.