Feels right

Carswell's viewpoint

"You know I can see you sneaking away, right?" She froze on her step.

"Xyra, come back here," Alpha Kristofferson commanded with a growl. I found myself holding my breath as she slowly turned around. Usually, your mate is always the most beautiful, but I didn't need a mate bond to scream about how beautiful the lady pouting and walking towards her father was.

She was tall, probably going few inches over 5.9. Her azure eyes nervously moved around, avoiding every single person. I'd never seen eyes as blue as hers, like the colour held something more. Her azureish white hair dye framed her face, the heavy twist resting on her shoulder. I could see another colour highlighting the azureish white. She crossed her hands behind her back, slightly pushing out her hips and popping out her leg from the split in her dress, giving me a reason to groan from the unintentional seductive posture. But again, everything with her would be seductive.

"Your Majesty, I am so sorry, please don't take offend over my two daughters. Xyra is a little bit sensitive towards mate topics…"

"No, I'm not," she cut in sharply, as if on natural instinct, "I just don't want one," her father nudged her left side, causing a small grunt to leave her mouth. She wasn't afraid of me, not even a bit.

And I didn't want her to be.

"And Zephyr is my adopted daughter, don't know much about mates…"

"Yes, I do," while this one was intentionally doing it to frustrate Zane, my mate wasn't. I could tell it was just the way she saw things. She didn't want a mate, it was written allover her face.

The thought of that alone, almost made a growl leave my lips. My lycan was alarmed by it. Though we both didn't want one, he was a beast and his natural instinct had pushed away our agreement. I comforted him with the fact that she wouldn't be able to reject us and her wolf must be nagging her too.

"Shut up," Alpha Kristofferson growled threateningly, warning them both to keep quiet. They didn't even realise they were humiliating themselves. It was getting irritating.

I kept my eyes on her. Her faraway look meant she was talking to her wolf and the wolf was probably trying to convince her to accept me. She rolled her eyes at some point and scoffed. I didn't pay attention to Francis questioning their father, or anything else spoken. All I did was watch her and deduce the conversation going on between her and her wolf. The face she made, told me what. She was getting piss over what they were discussing, very piss. Her expression slowly melted into one of worry and embarrassment, her cheeks turning red from what she was thinking. She probably didn't know about how much her face was revealing. Then it changed to guilt.

"It's obvious she is overwhelmed by the finding," I heard Francis say, "maybe a time alone would help her clear her head, or don't you think so, Wells?"

"I was definitely not expecting this," I sighed, running my palm down my face. He chuckled.

"Nor was I, but it's better than I hoped for." Francis said joyfully.

"What does the young lady say to this? This indeed, Your Majesty, is a wonderful birthday present," Elder Swan said, mirroring the exact tone Francis used.

"Xyra," her mother called softly while gently placing her hand on her shoulder.

"Kind of busy, mum. Majesty is giving me one of her nagging lessons so I have to deal with her, so hold on for a…" She stopped and gasped within three seconds. Her troubled face turned into a scowl.

Alpha Kristofferson stretched his hands forward and let his fingers trace the back of her ear. A small purr left her mouth, automatically sending a dirty image into my head. I didn't need this, I didn't want it. It wasn't a birthday present, it was a birthday error.

<But you have to admit, she looks cute while standing there and fighting with her wolf> That, I agreed with him. She looked cute and amusing to watch.

She scoffed and folded her arms stubbornly, "yeah, that's what you are, an obedient dog,"

"Xyra, stop baiting Majesty and focus," her father snapped with frustration.

"Well, she started it with her talk of how he is so hot and blab blab. She said I'm childish, but it's not my fault. I panicked and ran away, sue me!" She dramatically threw her hands up, then scrunched her face again. A flash of pain before she yelped.

"Ow! She bit me! Majesty bit my brain!" Indeed, she was an interesting show to watch. Her angry accusing eyes turned to me, causing a chill to run down my spine from our first eye to eye contact. Yet, she was still amusing to watch. I didn't even know if I should laugh from all the drama she was putting on, like my sister would.

"This is all your fault! I knew I should have stayed at home with Fina… Okay, That is a terrible idea, I take it back." Her cheeks tint red before a small sigh left her lips. I watched her body go stiff within a second, and I knew what was coming next. I ran forward to her and caught her before she smacked the floor with her face.

Her scent was too powerful. I shivered slightly from the foreign sensation, the feeling of having one's mate in your arms. Deciding to ignore it, I looked up to her father since I was practically crouching.

"What happened to her?"

"She…"

"Usually collapses after her wolf attacks her," Moira interjected. I watched her body movement, the slight fidgeting and the way her eyes rolled around.

She was lying.

"How is it possible for her wolf to hurt her?" Francis asked doubtfully.

"Simple, they don't get along. Majesty and Xyra are like fire and ice, egg and paint, glue and acid, bread and… will you stop touching me?"

<Majesty> My lycan tried his mate's name. He liked it.

"She'll be fine, as long as she gets some rest," I gently carried her up with me.

"I'll drop her first, you continue the ball. I will be back soon." The command was to all of them, so they won't stop. It would be wasteful not completing my party because I found a mate who was pretending to be unconscious. I practically ran to my private floor because I didn't want her to stay too long, I didn't want to get use to the warmth or enjoy her foreign and strangely pleasant scent. Not tonight.

I dropped her on the bed. She wiggled her nose, taking in the scent of her surrounding to know where she was. I chuckled deeply. "You can really go to sleep now, no one is here to watch you drool." She held a straight face, maintaining her pretence.

"I know you are pretending, but get some real sleep, mate, we'll talk in the morning." I pushed against the urge to plant a tender kiss on her forehead, that was going overboard. I held my breath, looked at her one last time before walking out to get some fresh air and think.

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Get some fresh air and think didn't go so well. With my lycan pestering me to get back to our mate and the elders bombarding me with questions and wedding arrangements, I was suffocated. When they weren't suffocating me, I had to deal with congratulations here and there and put on a smile. Then I entertained the vampire king's wife holding my bicep and raving about my wedding, the honeymoon–like every single detail of the honeymoon, how I would cook her breakfast, tell her I love her, the full version of how we would fall in love and confess, the five extra intimate details, her first pup discovery, what we would do during the five to nine months, (depending on which nature her body chooses) when her water breaks, the birthing, the naming, the dedicating, the first step! When she entered the second pup discovery, I had already yanked all my hair into chaos, my eyes were red and my head throbbing from pain.

And she only pause to catch her breath every five minutes. I screamed for him to come get his wife away from me like a mad man. Maximo knew what he did when he tossed her to me. He came laughing and dragged her away. She was still talking even with being pulled. She took up all my time, and ate my share of cake as bonus. Don't befriend Daphne, you'll commit suicide.

I spent six hours, almost seven before I gave up and found myself in the room I swore not to enter. Xyra had scattered the bed. She was rolling and whimpering as she fought against the golden wool sheets, swinging her hands here and there to push the barrier stopping her from rolling freely. I could tell by her action that she was one of those who didn't like sleeping with anything covering them, and loved rolling allover her bed.

Sighing heavily, I walked over to the bed, knelt on it, removed her shoes and jewelry before freeing her hair. I held my breath when I slid my hands into the back of her top, ran my hands along her smooth skin to find her bra clasp but found none. I'd practiced years of self-control, and I wasn't going to let a young girl throw that away for me. Even if her skin was as soft and silky as feeling a refined fox tail. Even when the electricity that passed from her skin to my fingers charge up dead places. Even when my lycan urged me to. I would not lower myself to the stage of removing a sleeping woman's clothing and taking advantage of her.

I let it go.

I went off to cool off in the shower, wore a sweatpants and muscle top, before slipping under the again scattered sheets. She wasn't going to sleep comfortably at that rate. She wasn't comfortable in a stranger's bed, even if it was me. I didn't want to, but I did and risked it. I reached forward, snaked my fingers around her dainty wrist, pulled her gently towards me but stopped at a good distant.

Xyra suddenly rolled into my arms, throwing her leg over my hip and then rested her head on my arm. She frowned deeply, as if the position wasn't comfortable for her. She pushed her hips forward, pressing herself against me and then throwing one hand over my torso. My eyes widened at her action. Not even up to a day and she was already planning to kill me. A groan left my mouth. She was tempting me.

I pushed her off me gently by sliding my hands away from under her head and over her waist. I slipped away from her leg. It was a bad idea to be sleeping close. I grunted as I used my hand to calm the storm she was successfully creating, halt it before it rose further.

She whimpered again, before she suddenly rolled on top of me, head pressed to my chest and hands apart. She flattened me under, even finding a way to encircle my waist with her legs. I bent my neck to see the cutest smile on her face, one of satisfaction and comfortability. She wasn't pretending, she was really asleep but didn't know what the feel of your mate's touch was pushing her to do.

She finally found her comfortable spot, I couldn't take that smile away from her. I carefully unwrapped her legs, straighten one but kept the other over my hips. I snuggled her into my chest and wrapped my arms around her slender body.

I didn't want to get close, didn't want to get use to the warmth of a mate's touch it embrace. But it was too late, I already was.