I felt Miles stiffen beside me as we took in the ballroom. People dancing, talking and even laughing were all around us and I felt trapped. The castle was darker than I expected, and my expectations were rightly placed. The walls were a dark, serene gray, with black marble pillars and flooring as a contrast. It was beautiful, in a haunting way. I felt a shiver rack down my spine as we walked further in, the awed and lustful gazes trailing down my form and piercing my soul.
Miles gripped my hand in his and I saw Philip glare at a few of the alphas. The older alphas. I shuddered.
I saw people gape openly and even a few women look jealous and kept my eyes downcast for the rest of the time. Miles held my hand as I tried to calm my beating heart. His attempts were rightly placed, but my heart felt like it was going to rip out of my chest.
A sudden gleam caught my eye as a soldier stopped us. "Excuse me, miss and gentlemen. Every guest is to be introduced to the King as an order. Please follow me." He was holding a sword in his holster, the shine of the metal making my fear increase.
So, we're only supposed to follow orders. I followed the soldier through the crowd of people, along with Philip and Miles, my eyes still trained on the floor. In front of us, was a couple and they were bowing. I guessed the trail of gradual steps followed a certain heightened chair that held the one man I dreaded being near. King Whisper.
The soldier asked for our names and I heard Philip answer, to which the couple departed. My view of the floor was now taken by the guard as he told us to bow. I reluctantly did so, but still kept my head down. I would have my dignity in tact.
"Welcome to my ball, I hope your enjo-" I heard a deep voice purr. It made me shiver unintentionally and I nearly gasped from how masculine and full of power it was. I feared that if I heard him speak again, I would literally faint. Though, the voice paused, as if he was caught off guard.
I finally decided to risk lifting my head up, and I really did gasp. In front of me was a throne, holding the most handsome man I had ever seen. I felt my eyes widen as I recognized his face, and it was so much more beautiful in person. It was the man I constantly drew.
His dark, enchanting eyes held secrets that were locked up tightly. They held a royal confidence and passed over me like a black fog, though in color they were a rich, navy blue. His pale skin was perfect, unblemished and covered a broad face. His jaw was sharp and chiseled, but also thin and regal. His nose had a slight crook to it, and I recalled feeling the need to draw it like that once. His eyebrows held the same emotion as I had drawn; raised in question. I had drawn him perfectly, but he was so real.
I saw his entire, unbelievably large form stiffen and he sat upright from his previously hunched position. He stared at me with no emotion even though I saw, swirling in the depths, an emotion of pure lust. What the fuck?
I finally noticed Philip and Miles staring at me, confused and deadly worried. My eyes wouldn't look at them. I physically couldn't stop staring at the Adonis before me.
"Well, looks like we have a certain... issue." He purred deeply, though I believe he wasn't doing that intentionally. My eyes flinched and I unlocked gazes with the beautiful male, it instead falling on the floor as I quickly spoke. "Hello, Your Majesty."
I gripped Miles and Philip's arms in my small hands and turned abruptly, attempting to disappear back into the crowd. I couldn't believe what my eyes had just seen, and I didn't want to believe what my brain had just realized. I was the fucking truemate of King Whisper.
I heard a slight pop and I thought something happened, when I saw the King stiffen in my peripheral vision. I saw him narrow his eyes and I walked faster.
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Within His Grasp ✔️
RomanceWithin his grasp lies the only thing he could ever truly love: his mate. When the famous Mate Ball is hosted by none other than possessive King Whisper Black, Fable is forced by the law to come. Though she is biased on possibly being the truemate to...