Taming Her King

THREE

"Finding a mate is like finding a diamond between pebbles. The hard part is if that diamond is buried deep under the pebbles."

That was what Alex told me.
But damn, he was so wrong.

One I saw the diamond, all the pebbles didn't caught my eyes anymore.

Only one glance. That was all it take.

My eyes widened as I saw the sight.

Those pair of dark grey eyes staring back at my blue ones.

Come to me. I thought he would approach me, smiling and telling me I was so beautiful.

But no.

He turned around, and walked away quickly.

I was confused. What? Did he just run off? Didn't care about anything else around me, I quickly chased the guy, following him from his smell.

Damn, why are you running, grey eyes?

Into the forest was where he headed off. I didn't run to chase him like a goddamned cinderella running off from her prince. I walked quickly, thanks to my wolf speed. Even in high heels I still had my balance perfectly in control.

I used my wolf speed again, this time stopping ahead in front of him. There I waited. And when I felt him close, I stepped out of the tree, blocking his way.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Blake Ashworth, where do you think you're running?" I asked simply. Not specific emotion filled my words.

He was like a caught deer in his feet. Stood there. He looked at ease but his eyes showed a little panic. "I should've never come to this party." He muttered, breaking eye contact almost too abruptly.

I walked closer towards him. Step by step, seeing him grew uneasy as I got closer. "How long have you found out about this? Why didn't you tell me anything earlier that you're.. my mate?"

"I didn't know anything about this. Hell, if I had known about this, I wouldn't even come to that stupid party of yours." He stated harshly.

I raised an eyebrow. Why did he looked like he hated this so much? Why did he looked like he didn't want to be my mate?

Blake was always bad. Ruling around, break the rules, fight and more fight. He was one of a hella good fighter, not to mention. Probably not as good as me though, considering my fighting practice schedule was a whole more serious and longer than him. But well, even though that way, he was not known for being a rude bastard. Cocky, selfish, and demanding maybe, but not this rude.

So what the heck is wrong with him?

"You. Out of all people, why you?" He cursed. Stepping away as I stepped closer.

"And what is it so wrong with me?" I asked. My voice sounded steady, low and in control.

His eyes were filled with unspoken horror. He kept baking away, looking so frustrated. "Something must be wrong. This couldn't possibly happen to me."

Check mate, as soon as his back hit a tree, I used my wolf speed and put my hands on the both side of him, trapping him. Wandering deep into his eyes.

"And what are you going to do about this, mate?" I dared him. "Are you going to reject me, mate?"

He seemed so disturbed by the name. Making me wonder what was really going on in his head. His reasons.

But what? Would he really reject me? Was this really going to happen?

My ego was too big, even for my own self. Watching his silence, I raised an eyebrow and said, "if you want to reject me, then do it. Do it now."

Mate. I didn't need him. Sparks and shit. Hell I'd be alright without him.

"No," he said slowly. A little calmer now, but his eyes, they were looking intensely at mine. "Listen, Celine. If I reject you, we'll both get hurt physically and mentally. And out wolf, they will be scarred and might not heal. I'm not risking my wolf to be weak, and I'm sure you're not going to too."

I nodded at his words. "So what's your solution?"

"Deny this," he answered. "Just live our lives separately like we always did. Just let the bond be, hopefully the bond would fade soon one day."

"Would that really work?" I raised an eyebrow again, looked doubting. Oh damn, his smell. So damn good.

"Better try."

I sighed silently, pulling away from him. Looking him straight in the eyes. My stare was always strong and intimidating. "It better work."

I watched him leave, further and further. Disappearing between the trees. And something inside me ached. It burned a whole, leaving me hollow.

He doesn't want me.

My breath felt sharp, like a knife stabbing through my chest. I leaned my back against one of the tree, letting everything sink. Everything felt so fast, like it crashed down on me. One second I found my mate, the next second he told me he didn't want me, and the other second I was letting him walking away from me.

It hurt. But pain is good, it makes people stronger.

Another deep breath. I pulled myself away from the tree. Don't fall too long, stand up. I walked away from the tree. I knew I shouldn't had look back but I did. Looking back behind me, looking back at the tree he once stood against. He didn't told me that he rejected me but it already felt like it. I could only imagine so much if he really did rejected me and said it out loud. What kind of pain I would be bearing then?