King of Death

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I never imagined I'll experience the mate bond. The books always made it look perfect, but I wasn't sure about it. Still, I always had an unexpressed desire to feel it at least once.

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When I woke up, I couldn't stop smiling. My nightdress was covered in his fragrance and I couldn't stop smelling it.

I was expecting to feel bad about what happened last night, to hear a little voice inside my head bragging about how I should be ashamed of what I did. I wasn't ashamed, I was happy.

I slept heavenly into his arms and the way he took my worries away amazed me.

But I knew that the King of Death wasn't supposed to be all lovely with me.

I didn't kmow too much about the bond and I felt the urge to call my dad and ask him questions. He used to be the King of Four's adviser after all. When he met his mate two months ago, my dad heard the rumours. Maybe he knew something.

I loved my dad. He never let me down, no matter how hard it was for him to support me.

It broke my heart to see him disappointed when I got married to Christian. I used to go and see him every week, but things changed after I got married.

My life was a mess right now and I just felt like he was the only one who could give me a proper advice, so I called. It took only one ring for him to respond.

"Irma!" he sounded happy and I was so glad that he was good. "Why do I have to learn about your life on the news?" I sighed. The media was going to get me killed one day.

"If you're home, I can meet you there at five." I said apologetically.

"I'll wait."

And then he ended the phone call.

Before I got the chance to get up from the bed, my phone ringed again. It was an unknown number and it was calling on my personal phone, so it was probably Armand.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, love. I'm glad you woke up."

His voice was therapeutic. He sounded kind of happy and I was glad he was in a good mood.

"How are you feeling?" I could hear a small sound on the background and I assumed that he was driving. Was Axton in the car with him? He wouldn't call me love if he was, right?

"I'm feeling good, thank you. I'm sorry for-"

"I'm feeling good too, thank you for asking." he said cutting me of, knowing what I was going to say. I could almost hear annoyance in his voice.

"Two guards are in front of your door and they will follow you everywhere. I've heard that you're going to meet with your father. They'll only drive you there, so you can have your privacy. They'll show you where's the kitchen and you can ask the cook to make you something you like. You can work in my office while I'm gone. If you need anything, just call me." He spoke like a true leader and it made me feel too good, but awful in the same time. I felt like a child. I was a child compared to him, but I wasn't that young anymore. I could take care if myself.

"There is something more, love." he said softly. "If you can't sleep, go into my room. My scent is suppose to make you sleep better. Since we were together last night and we both accepted the bond, being away from each other will be a pain in the ass for both of us."

I think that if I kept my eyes closed, I'll fall asleep again. "Don't stop talking." I demanded. I needed to hear him talk.

I've heard him swear in frustration at the guy in front of him driving too slow for his liking.