||Desire: a strong feeling of wanting to have something or wishing for something to happen.||
"Beta, the King is here,"
"And he wants to see you immediately."
Alex's head snapped toward Arabella and contemplated what to do. For the first time in Arabella's life she stilled with shock as dread replaced her blood and knocked the breath out of her body.
Alex knew there was no way out of this situation and Arabella would have to meet the king, with all the power he had, he knew he could not delay this meeting any longer. In a frenzy he handed Arabella his shirt to hide her stomach and she quickly fixed her hair as he dragged her down the path towards the entrance of the castle.
Mentally repeating what she had learned before about manners and etiquette, her mind handed her unwanted fragments of information about the King and what he had done.
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One Year Ago
The Dynasty of King Grey II:
King Vincent Liam Grey, thirty-one, became immortal on his twenty-first birth anniversary, received the title of kingship and was crowned two days after. Ruler for the past decade, is youngest sovereign and only son of the late King Arthur Phillip Grey, May His Soul Rest In Peace, was emergently instated when his father was murdered the two days after his birthday. The Honourable King Grey II has developed the wereworld in ways no one though was possible and is currently working towards greater tasks to advance the lives of his subjects.
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Thanks to Arabella's photographic memory, she remembered what she had read an article one year ago on July twelfth. She and Alex had come to a stop in front of vast mahogany double doors bordered by beige walls. Alex cast his eyes upon her worriedly and Arabella began to prepare herself mentally for this meeting.
Alex pushed the door open and Arabella's face turned impassive immediately as they walked in. Arabella noticed and admired the man sitting behind a large chestnut desk, he was dressed in a fitted white button-up shirt, his bulky muscles prominent under the shirt, her eyes gazed upon his short thick luscious raven hair combed uniformly, and his suave sun-kissed olive tanned skin she wanted to feel on hers so badly.
His narrow nose was accentuated by his sharp cheekbones that rested high on his face. His prominent jawline stood strong and peaked sharpness had light stubble. The lips of this proclaimed angel of Arabella was full and tinted pink.
She looked up and her eyes narrowed in to his striking steely grey eyes fringed by his thick eyelashes that flickered against his cheeks ever so often.
His eyes narrowed in on hers too and in the mystification she realized that this man was her mate.
As she took a breath in, his heavy masculine scent wrapped itself around her lungs and brought her in a haze as she inhaled his heavenly smell.
The man at the desk stood up, this man was The King whom she loathed. Many emotions brimmed from Arabella; confusion, dislike, disgust and most prominent desire.
As the King strode towards her, she quickly realized her disrespect. She was about to bow down to the King like her pack-mates from before once did for her.
As she bent her knee to go on the floor in bowing position, a large warm hand enveloped her hand and she immediately felt comfort in them as they brought her back up and prevented her from going down to the floor.
"There is no need to do such a thing." The King's deep, silky voice resonated, thick with his British accent, his hand still holding Arabella's. His 6'4 figure towered over Arabella's petite 5'8 frame compared to his.
The second time for the day Arabella was left speechless.
The King looked at a frozen Alex, "You are dismissed Beta." He said.
When Alex was leaving, he cast Arabella an apologetic look as he left the two alone in the room.
Arabella quickly regained her sense as she pulled her hand away from his gently. 'The world really has a sick humor.' She thought with disdain.
Not thinking too much into the gesture, the King's hand quickly encircled her waist and gently pulled her into his chest as his other hand made its way to her neck and pulled her hair back as he gently rested his head in between her delicate neck to breathe in her scent directly. Arabella was surprised at this and hairs at the back of her neck stood stiff when she felt his lips upon her neck.
"Do you know how long I have waited for you my love?" his lips moved against her neck as he spoke. He was basking in her exquisite scent, so pure and pristine yet powerful and confident. It was simply divine.
Finally gaining back her sense she gently pulled away from the King. Contempt and desire flowed through her veins and were battling to see which she should support.
The King looked at her a little confused and hurt. He had waited so long to find his mate and now she pulled away.
He gently took Arabella's hand in his again and brought it up to his lips as he placed a tender ghost of a kiss on her knuckles. Arabella secretly relished the feeling of his lips on her skin as she looked fixedly at him.
He looked at her intently as he spoke, "I am King Vincent Liam Grey, Vincent for you love. What is your name mate?" his eyes filled with adoration for the beauty in front of him.
Arabella inwardly scoffed, did he not know who she was? After he ruined her life? Made her throw away her childhood for nothing?
She kept an impassive face, "Do you not know who I am My Lord?" she asked, her voiced revealing nothing about how she felt.
The King's eyebrows furrowed 'Was he supposed to' he thought as he inhaled her scent once more and recognition hit him. "I know you are American by your accent. You have the scent of a Gardenian pack member. And I told you it is Vincent. "
Right then she knew who won the battle, contempt seeped out of her pores. Had he not bothered to check her profiles and files before he said no? Had he just checked the gender and said no?
She could not deal with this after all she went through she thought her mate would be there to help her through this period in her life not be the one who caused it.
Walking towards him, she stood directly in front of him and she tenderly placed a hand on his cheek and gently cupped his face, his hand immediately reached out and held her hand to his face.
She really did not want to do this, but she had to. She knew she could not handle this right now maybe one day, but that day was not today. So, she had to.
"Well then my King, you should probably figure it out now shouldn't you?" she said as sadness found her voice and she pulled her hand away from his face and briskly started walking out of the room, the king left stunned behind, his hand on his face where Arabella's warm hand once was.
Almost out of the room, the last thing Arabella heard was the King's voice almost a whimper as he said, "Mate?"
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Will Arabella accept him?
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Werewolf"And in the mystification they realized that they were mates." Arabella Gardenia carries the world on her shoulders. As a young child, she was expected nothing more than to meet her parents' and pack's expectations. Now, as a young woman, those expe...
