He wanted a Queen, she had no need for a King.
He wanted his mate, she wanted adventure.
He wanted her close, and she wanted to stay away.
But as we all know:
Opposites attract.
"Never the way she looked, always the way she was.
I could have fallen in love with her with my eyes closed." _______________________
Groaning, I lazily rested my head on my palms as I regarded the spacious training field.
Livius stood in the middle of the clearing, his glorious form moving swiftly as he trained with one of his wolves, and I sighed, waiting impatiently as I clicked my heels together in the dirt.
I had already changed into a warm turtleneck sweater, a buttoned mini skirt, and a pair of suede boots, and was now simply waiting until Livius concluded his business with his men.
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Clutching my bag to my chest, I watched as my mate corrected the wolf's position, before allowing him to attack again.
Werewolf culture was strange.
Growing up as a Fae, it was rare for my father to ever train with his warriors, but then again Livius was much younger. He probably did it for fun.
Fae warriors often trained with my fathers second or third in command. Never with the King himself. But perhaps it was better to personally train your fighters. This way Livius knew all their names, their strengths, their weaknesses. He knew his people.
I smiled to myself as I slowly got up and dusted off my clothes.
Stepping into the ring, I walked past all the males and instead came to a stop before my mate.
He stared down at me curiously, his brows furrowed, "I said thirty minutes, love."
"That includes the ten minutes it'll take you to shower and change," I said, extending a towel to him, and he simply blinked at me.
"Alexandria," he sighed, "I have a responsibility."
"To rule, not to train, besides I'm your mate, I should come first, right?" I pouted, and he crossed his arms as he narrowed his eyes in thought, attempting to see whether I was serious or not.
Giving me a pointed look, he shook his head, and sighed, "Goddess, you're so high-maintenance."
I frowned up at him, "I am not!"
Livius simply took the towel from me, a smirk playing on his lips as he wiped the sweat on his forehead.
I huffed, crossing my arms, and he chuckled before pressing a quick kiss to my forehead, "I'll be back down in a couple minutes. Meet me in the garage," was all he said, and just like that he was gone. Sauntering out of the clearing, his form already heading towards the castle as I stared after him in shock.
He listened to me.
I smiled to myself, my heart melting at that thought, before hardening again as Damien unceremoniously cut through my thoughts. Stepping towards me, he stopped a few feet away, "Y'know that's the first time he's ever left the training grounds early," he mused.
