Royally Rogue

Rogue

(A/n . I have unpublished all the parts to revise them. In university now, so the time I have to write is scarce. Thank you for all the love and support!)

A shudder went through my body, and the man touching me looked up expectantly. As he held his breath, everyone in the ballroom tensed and hushed at my reaction. The shuffling of feet on marble floors hissed to a halt. 

I moved my face away, looking upwards at the diamond chandelier. I could feel it coming... I could-

"ACHOO!" I sneezed, my body spazzing out, arm effectively jerking back and elbowing the guard behind me in the gut. 

"OOF." I heard the guard, Roman, grunt lowly.

"Oh, goddess! I'm so terribly sorry!" I wince at the pudgy man in front of me, whose shoulders slump at the false alarm and face is lightly spritzed with my sneeze. I feel my face grow hot, and I do everything to maintain that sort of elegance a princess should have. The man in front of me smiled as best he could and bowed to excuse himself, leaving me self-conscious of all the eyes that just witnessed that. Two of which are definitely my parents. Oh, the migraine that is probably going through my mom's brain.

"No worries, Princess." Roman sarcastically scowls, his voice suddenly by my ear. I turned my head slightly and give a weak smile, and he straightens out, pulling at the bottom of his royal guard uniform and revealing a smirk. He was fine, nothing could hurt the head royal guard, formally known as butt head in my book.

"I can't believe I just sneezed in that guy's face," I grumbled back as the head refused to retreat from my cheeks. Oh, I could hear the people around me murmuring, snickering, gossiping. I let out a low whine and said, "This is not my scene. It's making me sick."

I see Roman's smile through his voice, as he chuckles and replies, "It has been approximately 22 minutes and 13 seconds since you turned 18. Every man in the vicinity has approached you to see if you were their mate. All those scents are probably just irritating your nose."

I let out a string of colorful complaints, folding my hand in front of my stomach and looking up at the ceiling so as to not make eye contact with anyone. 

"Heads up, princess," Roman says quickly so only I hear, and my eyes lower to see a young man approach me. He is in a black, sleek, tuxedo. His build is firm, shoulder broad and legs powerfully strutting him forward. I inhale sharply, and my hands fall to either side of me. I gulp, hoping my nose would control itself with this one.

My face mechanically plasters on a smile as I stand rigid. Somehow, I knew he wasn't the one, but it was tradition to confirm it with a formal touch. If we felt anything, it would stimulate a response and everybody would know. Automatically, we would become the Alpha and Luna in training, and a huge celebration would commence. Which means, every male from far and wide wanted to come and find out for themselves at the luxurious castle I call home.

Yipee.

The man's large hands only graze my fair skin, as if he knew it was no use. I furrow my brows, looking at him questionably. A small smile peeks at his lips, and he turns with a bow. I follow his actions, my eyes on his back as he walks back towards a young lady. I see the slight shaking of his head, and the girl smiles with relief. They embrace.

Yes, this could be a sad time. 

Every male is required to touch me, no matter if they are in a relationship or mated already. The moon goddess has changed her mind in the past, unfortunately, and it has broken bonds in desperate times for the sake of the throne and her ruling through us.

It makes this day a tense, yet joyous moment. 

Alphas, betas, and gammas are all required to attend this coming of age gathering. Everyone is invited, however, but history states that my bloodline has never mated under the ranking of a beta. My mother was the one to invite all, as she is more welcoming than my father.