The King (Book 1)

CHAPTER 16

Eric woke with one of the worst headaches he has ever had. He couldn't tell if he was even capable of getting up. With a slight groan, he turned his head, hoping to find his mate sitting by his bedside waiting for him to get up but that wasn't what he saw. No, he found his mate's younger brother sitting in a chair with his arms across over his chest, and his head tilted back while he slept.

Not what Eric was expecting after being thrown across the yard and nearly dying at the time. With a groan, Eric lifted himself up, leaning against the bed board.

"Your up," Ross yawn, stretching his arms over his head. "I was so worried," the boy said with concern. "I thought we, meaning I, was going to die."

"Have you no shame," Eric snarled.

"Yes and no. How do you feel?"

"Like I was hit by a truck and more," he muttered and that wasn't a lie. Eric could still remember the day he first shifted and ran wild. It was that day Eric ran out on the human roads and got ran over by a pickup truck. Lucky for the driver, the human continued on without stopping. If Eric got up- well the human would have been dead within seconds.

"Where is my mate," Eric took a look around the boy's room.

Ross's room was filled with posters of 70-80's bands, AC/DC, Journey, Gun's and Rose's, Queens, Iron Maiden and the Def Leppard's. The boy clearly enjoyed the days of rock and roll. In the corner of the room was a shelf filled with CDs of all the band's music and a few other bands that weren't on the walls. On top of his dresser, he had a 35" TV across the room from his bed with an Xbox one system hooked in.

Ross's room was a little bigger than his sister's room. Eric could clearly see that his mate had spoiled her brother over the years with all the treasures he had in his room.

"She- had something to do," the boy sounded uncomfortable.

"How did you get all these stuff?" Eric said changing the subject.

Ross nervously smiled, taking a look around his room like it was the first time seeing it. "Most of the stuff belongs to my dad. The CDs where his and I have some of mom's favorite movies in my top dresser. Blake bought me the posters and the game system. She mostly bought me the system just so I would have something to do other than bother her. She bought some of the things I have but most of the thing belonged to my parents.

"Blake wanted to get rid of our parent's things. I guess she didn't like seeing it around the house, but it's all I got to remember them by, you know."

The boy wouldn't even look at Eric and he didn't blame him. The subject of their parents seemed to make him nervous and uneasy. Eric drifted gaze away from the boy, "Your dad has a nice collection," he said not really knowing what to say.

"Thanks," he could hear Ross choke back a cry. "Um. . . you're Beta was here," Ross continued, trying to change the subject again, "he wasn't happy to see your state but covered your Alpha duties for today."Eric looked at the boy, nodding his head. "And my sister wants you out before she gets back."

"It's too bad I'm not leaving," he said crossing his arms. He was here for his mate and if he had to fight his way into her life he would. Eric needed her not just to be his Luna but because he could feel the loneliness of not being whole. For seven years, right before he was made King, he felt the pull to be complete. Even his wolf wished to be whole and the need grew ever passing day.

Ever since Eric was a boy of thirteen he felt a pain in his heart that screamed out for his mate even when he didn't know it, Eric always felt like his mate was calling for him, telling him to find her, save her, protect her, and now those years of searching for her ended.