Keith's POV;
I ease into consciousness and instantly recall the masked woman. I sit up from my king sized bed, my eyes un-blurring as I yawn. The white curtains blow in from the slight breeze. The days bright inviting glow fills the room.
I yawn and stretch.
I'm putting on my slippers; about to head to the washroom when my phone buzzes from the nightstand. My Claire de la Lune ringtone fills the room. The beautiful day and flowing mess of the curtains reminds me of one of the introduction passages from 'The great Gatsby'.
Brilliant work of literature.
I pick up the phone to hear that I'm required in the throne room in three hours. I ponder the reason for such request but comply nonetheless. I rise to my feet, phone in hand; headed to the washroom. All heard is the gentle blow of the curtains and the patter of my feet as I walk across the wooded floors of my apartment room. I may be the Alpha's son but a participant in the Games nonetheless. It only makes sense I lie within their lowly apartment fixtures.
When I make it to the washroom I enter the shower. Humming a tune that I soon recognize as 'Riptide'; one of my favourites.
While I AM a participant in the Games, I'm also royalty. So while it's unfair, I'm sleeping in while my peers are at training sessions. It's so barbaric; why would my mate run from me? I've always dreamed of my mate. The common dream of finding your other half, the one and only to compete you and only you. Under the light of the moon and stars, looking into her eyes and becoming one. Why must I train?
How I long to share my first kiss with my mate; my internal wolf whimpers at the gesture.
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The three hours have passed. I am clothed, showered, fed and seated in my throne; awaiting the one whom was called here.
My father uses the intercom to call a name. A unique, beautiful name. While like all wolf participants, I'm drugged not to feel any bonds, I still feel something with the name. Maybe she's the one?
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It's been two hours of sitting in the throne room, next to that PRICK Hayden, and she STILL hasn't shown up.
Finally she bursts through the doors looking quite threatening; through the corners of my eyes I see the guards take steps in.
I was definitely wrong, while she's beautiful; she couldn't be my mate. She's to... what's the word... impolite? It's like she was raised in the jungle.
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'Oh how right I was... she WAS raised in a forest... the DARK forest... the forest so DEADLY that no one (except for her) can escape alive... certainly not my mate... while I admire her confidence, I need a caring mate to cook my meals, take care of me, be there for me when I come home from work, my mare needs to be innocent and easy to rein in. Wow, I did not mean for that to sound sexist...'
A/N
I'll try to update more often, but since you love him so much; I needed to show you he too, has flaws. Thank you sooo much for reading, sorry if this chapter was boring. I tried to be ironic, because spoiler alert; she's his mate. 🤣
Thank you for reading, enjoy your day!
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Hombres LoboA long time ago, the world discovered the races of Vampire and Werewolf, coexisting with us Humans. There was heard sightings of other former believeD 'mythical' species; but that's another story entirely. Our continent (to prevent war) was split in...
