My Beloved Mate

He arrives

"As in right now? Like as we speak?" Octavia asked. Anastasia nodded and placed her hand on her head.

"Oh Octavia, this ruins my whole plan." Octavia looked at Anastasia in curiosity.

"I was going to tell them the day before he gets here! Now I have to tell them tonight and ruin some girls birthday." Anastasia was looking at the banner across the ceiling and didn't notice the three eavesdroppers that were listening in on their conversation.

"She's not just any girl. She's a gypsy healer." Jennifer said proudly as if it were herself. The one who held the title was behind Jennifer and Jacque.

Anastasia put her mate problems on the back burner and focused on the gypsy healer.

"A gypsy healer? We actually have a pack gypsy healer?" Anastasia looked at Sally in astonishment.

"Well technically I am in the Serbian pack. Not the Romanian pack." Sally corrected." Anastasia's smile faltered a little, "But I will still help out here. Don't worry." she added.

"I will be needing your help soon." Anastasia muttered. Sally looked at her with a questioning gaze and Anastasia ignored it.

"I'm gonna go talk to my parents now. Pray for me, okay?" Anastasia gave
Octavia a pleading look, then walked off to face her biggest challenge yet.

"Mom, Dad, we need to talk. Privately." That was all Anastasia said before she walked off into the spare room and her parents followed.

"What is it, Anastasia? Did anything happen while you were gone?" Alina's voice was laced with concern.

"Well, before I came home, I was in London." Anastasia began. Alina gasped.

"You mean the vampire Kingdom? Fiica mea, why on earth would you do that?" Vasile asked.

"It was fashion week, I couldn't resist. Besides, I had Nikolai to protect me, and someone else." Anastasia replied.

"And who is that someone else?" Alina asked.

"I think you two should sit down." Anastasia suggested. As they made no move to sit down, Anastasia continued, "Okay before I start, please don't say anything until I finish speaking. I will explain everything." Alina nodded, while Vasile just gave Anastasia a hard stare.

"Well about two months ago I flew to London to go to the fashion week. I was only planning to stay there for about two weeks then finally return home, but then I met my mate." Her parents' eyes widened, yet they both stayed silent.

"After I met him, I couldn't stay away from him. What was supposed to be two weeks turned into two months. I told him that I was going to go back home and he said I had two days to tell you two that I found my mate before he would come. Unfortunately, he felt through the mind link that I was around males and that didn't go well with him. So now he's on his way now." Anastasia's eyes were darting everywhere except her parents' faces.

"Ana, we know about you and Prince Alexander. We've known for quite a long time." Alina said calmly. Vasile nodded.

"Why didn't you two tell me about him? I would've never had to date Decebel! I probably wouldn't have ran away! Here I am so confused with no one to talk to about this, and you two have all the answers! I can't believe you two, my parents." Anastasia wiped her eyes to stop the tears that were about to fall and held her head up high with a straight face. "Like I said, he's on his way now." She walked out of the door and headed straight to her room.

Octavia was still with Jen, Decebel, Jacque, Sally, and Costin by the food table.

"Why do you think she wants to keep her mate a secret?" Jacque murmured. Fane, finally came back and stood behind her.

"We are royalty to the werewolves. We have to maintain our good image. Anastasia has sacrificed a lot to make our parents proud." He looked at Decebel. "She always thinks about her family's image before herself, which I could never do. So she must be either trying to protect our family's reputation, or him."

Sally gave him a puzzled look. "Why would she need to protect him?"

Fane shrugged. "Don't know. I'll go ask." As he was about to walk off to his sister's room, the ballroom doors slammed open. Two of the guards were restraining a vampire.

But he wasn't any vampire, this was Alexander Archibald. The Prince of Vampires.