Mated to the Alpha King | First Draft Sample

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Five Years Later.
Cambridge, UK

Theia Anderson.

It was just like any other day here, the clouds hung over everyone heavy and grey. The winds kept picking up pace, occasionally soothing out in apology.

I smiled as I walked out of the store and onto the footpath, my palm securely around the royal blue box I held.

"So... You got what you wanted?" Roman asked as I slipped into the car and closed the door.

I grinned. "Yeah."

Roman on the other hand only shook his head, his lips quirking up in amusement as he drove the car into the lane.

"He is an alpha you know. King at that, you might want to check this over, again"

I blushed beet red and nodded.

I wasn't exactly sure myself yet, but I was never going to be too sure if I didn't give it a try.

I clenched the box tighter against me.

"You're a King too, how would you feel if your—". I stopped immediately as soon as I realised what a touchy topic I had just probed at.

A shudder of panic ran down my spine when I noticed Roman's knuckles turn white around the steering wheel.

"I'm sorry" I quickly blurted out before turning around.

My eyes now on the road I stilled when I felt Roman's large warm hand engulf mine.

Bringing up my fingers I entwined them with his.

"It's okay. I would have said yes. If my mate would have proposed. I may be an Alpha, a King but I'd just be me in front of her. I'd say yes."
Roman murmured slowly, his voice low and serious.

I smiled as I tightened my fingers around his.

"That's really sweet, Rome"

Beside me I felt as Roman let a side smile spill through his serious features.

"And then I'd propose to her all over again. Alpha male tendencies and all"

I couldn't help but tip back my head and laugh at that, the image of Romanov actually accepting his mate's proposal and then proposing again, was hilarious.

Romanov's mood suddenly darkened and he removed his hand from mine. I sighed knowing exactly what had caused it.

"I won't find her anyway. So nothing to worry about there aye" he bit out bitterly and I gasped.

How could he be so sure about that? So sure about not having a soul mate. How could anyone not have a soul mate?

I cringed as Derek popped up in my mind.

My heart bled out for the two boys.

"You can't be so sure, Rome." I mumbled softly, my fingers fiddling with the hem of my sleeves.

Rome barked out a bitter laugh and I flinched in response, my eyes wide at the sheer amount of bitterness his laugh held.

"The gypsy said I didn't have a mate in my palm lines."

Immediately I rolled my eyes. "The gypsy lied Rome!"

The car halted at a red light and a serious looking Romanov turned towards me, "The gypsy never lies."

I couldn't help but scoff at that. "And how would you know? It could be purely—"

"'—My mother died!" Roman cut in loudly and I stilled.