The Ugly Wolfling(Abandoned)

Maid

He's here?

'Who's here, Thia?' I asked her.

'Mate.' She whimpered. She didn't want to meet our mate, she wasn't a pretty wolf, she had patches of fur missing and any fur she had was bristly and the color of wet sand.

'It'll be okay.' I tried to reassure her.

'He'll reject us, Kyn.'

'No I won't give him the chance. He won't see us ever again after tonight.'

The group came to stand in front of me and I felt their stares. I kept my eyes locked on the ceiling, not wanting to see my mate.

"What is this?" One of the strangers asked. I felt fingers reach into my breast pocket. I tensed. They retreated with my packet of Vicks. How did they see that?

I lower my eyes just enough to see the tops of they're heads clearly, I recognize Alpha's and Luna's, they stood in the back of the group. Four other heads, a blonde, a black, and the last two were a deep red. Two were shorter in height with longer hair (the blonde and black) so I guessed they were females.

"Do you find our smell repulsive?" The stranger asked.

I didn't respond at first, is he asking me? He's really asking me, not just assuming the worst.

"Well," Luna said, "Answer him!"

"Luna Mimi, let me ask her." He said to Luna. "Do you?" The man asked me.

I took a deep breath, the lavender was too strong, the Vicks wasn't working. "My apologies, sir, it's allergies."

"So your allergic to our smell?" I could hear a smile in his voice. A smile! Did this guy get hit in the head too many times as a child?

I saw another head with a mop of strawberry-blonde hair approaching the group. The lavender became heavier in the air.

"No, sir, I'm allergic to lavender."

The strawberry-blonde stopped abruptly.

"Lavender?" The man asked, "That's what my so-"

"Mate."

The whole room froze. No motion and no noise except the soft melody of classical music being feed trough the ballroom.

The word sent a chill up my back, not in the delicious way either. In the way you feel guilty and ashamed, like after you took the last cookie from the cookie jar, and now you hear your parents calling your name asking where the cookie went.

I resisted the urge to look at the strawberry-blonde; he was the one who said it.

Luna broke the silence by letting out a shrill laugh, "You must have meant MAID not mate. It's a silly mispronouncing." She waved her hand through the air and the room melted into motion and noise. The group didn't move on though.

"Hasan," The man called. Strawberry's head turned to him. "Come here."

Strawberry's head approached, he was so damn tall. At my 5'2 I had to look up more not to see his face, I lost sight of the other heads except for the red headed man. Both came to stand right in front of me and I dropped my eyes to where I was looking at their chest.

"What is your name, MAID?" The man asked.

I hesitated, I don't want them to know, I don't want mate to say to it. "Kynthia."

Strawberry's chest swelled like he was taking a deep breath.

"Is this your mate, Hasan?" The man asked strawberry on a whisper.

What?! Don't ask him! He'll say no of course!

There was no response.  Well, that's better than him saying no.

"Please, let us forget the mistake!" Luna laughed.

"Luna Mimi, please escort my family to the ballroom. I wish to speak with my son." The man said.

I heard Luna huff but also I heard her high heels walking away on the hardwood along with the others. That left the man and his son.

"Tell me, Hasan, is this your mate?" The man asked in a gruff tone.

Still no response.

The man sighed, "I apologize, my son has decidedly gone mute. I am Gerard Eder." He stuck out his hand.

I stared down at it, was.. was he wanting me to shake it or wipe it clean?

The man chuckled, "It seems you two will be perfect together." He slapped Strawberry's back, "Get to know the woman!" He left and so did everyone else in the room. Why must I be left alone with him?

He coughed awkwardly. Good, it wasn't just me that felt it. "Kynthia." He seemed to be testing out my name, gods, it sounded like a rare desert flowers scientific name the way he slowly rolled the 'th'. "Kynthia." He said it with purpose, he wanted me to look up.

I couldn't, he was my mate and I couldn't look him in the eye. What a coward.

His hand reached out and touched my arm, a wave of guilt wracked joy crashed into me. He could actually touch me without feeling disgusted? The guilt quickly swarmed over the joy and flushed it out, smothered it.

Then I was in my room.

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