This Mate

Part 6

Desiree. 

It was definitely a long few hours of throwing punches, blocking kicks, shoving something out of my face, or concealing my stomach so no cheap shots could bring me down. 

"Faster!" Tate barked once again as my fists connected to the wooden beam padded with layers and layers of clothing. He claimed training like this was so I wasn't like a pup with training and could actually move forward with the adults and similar age groups. Since I wasn't exactly on good graces with my supposed mate, he just seemed to want to push me away. "Rest, training is over for the day," Tate said as I fell to the ground in a heap, well to be less dramatic, I fell on my hands and knees. 

"Holy crap, finally," I breathed out then got up on my feet, shakily trying to get off the uneven ground of the training field. The sun had been beaming down on both of us, to Tate it looked like the sun bathed him in gold and told him to take some of the light, for me, it looked like I was thrown into a tomato bath and the red dye stuck in my skin. Everywhere either ached, or hurt from the fighting, but I haven't felt this good about my body for a while now, which was wonderful. 

"You're moving in with me tonight," Tate told me while he wrapped his arm around my waist, not exactly showing that the fighting had taken any toll on him in the slightest. Honestly at this point he could've told me he fucked my best friend and married my brother and I would've nodded in agreement. I was way too tired to care, and if it meant I could cuddle someone besides my gay best friend, then I was perfectly okay with it. 

The walk to Mathias's house was seemingly longer than it was at 5 in the morning, but it wasn't a big feat for Tate, who just walked right in with me in tow and started to pack all of the girly things he saw. Some of the items weren't even mine and were from conquests that Mesh had no problem bragging about. Something that I loved about the man was his horny side and when he went to flatter women, it was stupid on how many girls would give away their undergarments to be the 'sexy' girl of the night. 

"That's not mine," I pointed out as he picked up a thong, those stupid red thongs you see in the movies, and it made him throw aside the underwear. "Here, let me pack my own stuff, and you can carry my bags," I bargained and started to pack. 

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Tate. 

So it's been a week since I had Desiree move in. 

Best. 

Week. 

Ever. 

I didn't notice how much she was actually confident in herself, or how much our personalities seemed to match. She loved to just sit and play games with me, and loved to talk about how good some women's asses and breasts were. Desiree claimed it was something that every female did, but that didn't seem likely, in the slightest. We've been grabbing food together, my father had lessen his hold over me, and honestly I feel like nothing could stop me. The impending threat of the royal council coming to our small village was looming over my father, but I didn't know much of when they were coming or anything of the sorts. 

While heading down to the little cafe with Desiree under my arm, wolves started to come around and circle us both. It wasn't for threatening, but something was wrong. After getting out of a sort of honeymoon trance, I listened around both of us, stopping Desiree so she wouldn't move without me. "Shit," I mumbled after a faint rustling of leaves sounded like thunder in my ears. The leaves crunched, to my right, then immediately behind me. This wasn't a feral attack from the Drevo, also known as rogue wolves, and the patterns of which the footsteps were-

"Get down!" Regius wolves yelled with shining armour and spears that cut off our link to our wolves. "Down now!" All of the wolves from the Regius were dressed in shimmering gold and sparkling silvers, their manes of hair never cut, more in respect of how Regius wolves never loose. The King and Queen, one born in the Mediocris, or average werewolves, clan. It was a way to unite us all under the rule of King Anthony and Queen Sabrina. My pack, along with all the other packs were apart of Mediocris. 

Desiree slowly slipped to the ground, almost too afraid to speak, while I placed my hand on her back and kept up down in a bow. 

"Please, Drakus, Dominick," Queen Sabrina herself came over to my pack, placing her hand gently on each of the wolves's foreheads as she went around the circle protecting me from the intruders. "Lower your weapons, we're here on good graces and I don't exactly want to cause a war," she hissed softly at the two guards as they lowered their weapons and inclined their heads softly. "Sorry my Queen," both wolves said in synchronization, as well as stepping back into the treeline and fading away into the blend of night that came upon the village. 

"Everyone, rise," Queen Sabrina said as I helped Desiree to her feet to greet the Queen. She had always been kind, a little strict around the edges, but I had a feeling it was to deal with the King. My eyes met Queen Sabrina's golden glowing eyes and just waited to hear what she had to say. 

"Tate, I'm going to need your help," she said then softly bowed her head towards me. Oh hell, I've known Sabrina for a long time, before the Regius Choosing Ceremony, afterwards we weren't allowed to hug, or touch in anyway. We hadn't had contact in over three years, but she was someone I could rely on if things ever got too bad around my deck of the woods. 

"I'm here for you. What do you need?"