Chapter 32
Looking over the girl looking for a reason I see the same eyes I have been looking at since I was 13. her eyes grow huge as she stands up the light hitting her just right and I can see her wings out in the open. They are this see-through Lacey airy wonder that took my breath away. Unlike mine, they are full and strong looking. My wings will carry me a short distance even shorter should I call them out while in wolf form. “oh young lord what do I owe the pleasure?” lust heavy in her voice her eyes moving over to Rhett lust now seeping off her in waves. my wolf’s anger and possessiveness ripped from me my eyes blazing as a growl so low and dangerous sounding leaves my throat. My claws start to slip out my wrist showing signs of my fire within. Her eyes snapped back to me shock written all over her face. Rhett’s heavy hand lands lightly on my shoulder. In my ear, he whispers “shhhh little wolf I am all yours” his words washing over me like a bucket of ice water. Relaxing my stance a little I cross my arms in front of my chest a habit I picked up from king Brendon.
“princess it's a pleasure as always. I have come seeking an audience with your father. I apologize for the intrusion we will be on our way.” he says to her princess huh she doesn’t look like much I could take her. Rhett’s hand slowly slides down my arm to my waist. I can see the flirty response forming in her slutty little head. She starts pouting “when will you give up on this foolishness about finding your mate lord Rhett and allow yourself a chosen mate. You know it's not unheard of for dragons to choose a mate as it's so rare for you to find them.” batting her eyes at him. My body tenses a second before I start to lunge. Rhett must have felt the change in my body as his arms closed around my waist at the right moment of princess slutty pants would be princess bloody mess. “princess I have told you as has my father I can not nor will I take a chosen mate. And you are wrong I have found my mate.” his voice turning cold as he spoke to her.
“where there’s a will there's always a way my love,” she says as she lifts up in the air darting off. “I don’t like her” I sneer and her frame as she floats away. His lips on my neck as he speaks “nor do I never have spoiled brat being the youngest of the third wife and spoiled being the only girl in her family.” spinning around “three wives? I was told fae have mates like wolves do?” I spit out not really paying attention to how close we are until I see his eyes glow brightly. Licking his lips pulling my eyes down to them. Coughing I step back a little “so?” trying to calm my breathing and still get answers. “they do have mates but they have multiple mates two to four if I remember right. I am not so versed in fae stuff.” he shrugs. Thinking back to what Kalaban said once and it clicks. “ya Kalaban once said he never met his mates but hopes they are still around. But he doughts it as he was kept prisoner for so long.” the words just falling out of my mouth. Tilting his head to the side in confusion. “what do you mean locked away for a long time? By who? And who is this Kalaban?” the last bring a hint of deadly ice to his voice. “oh he’s my mentor Sharon's father some pixie guy who was next to be the fae ruler or something like that but with no fae, he's just Sharon's father.” slapping my hands over my mouth eyes wide at what fell from my mouth.
“so tell me little wolf what do you really think of me?” a dangerous spark lights in his eyes. The urge to spill comes over me trying hard to clamp my mouth shut shaking my head. “well you're like so hot of course you know you can look in a mirror. Your scent is so mouth-watering I just want to throw…” biting my tongue. My face felt on fire. Panic overtakes me and I take off running to where I have no clue just away. After a few minutes of running, I catch a familiar scent. Oh finally someone who will know what to do. Pushing faster following the scent trail I burst through the trees finding a small hot spring pool. And a naked Kalaban. Yelping out I cover my eyes. Faster than thought Kalaban has his hand around my throat pressing me into a big tree. Water dripping down his short hair. Wait short hair no. Snapping to his eyes I see no rescission and a light that is no longer there. “who are you and what are you doing here? Spying on the future king is punishable by death so speak halfling.” he demands.
The tone of his words cut deep through me as I had grown close to him over the year. And this version of a man I consider to be my grandfather is nothing like him. Where Kal is warm and caring his voice soothing this Kalaban had a tone of everyone one is beneath me. How could this be the same man? Tears flood my eyes threatening to spill over when Rhett broke through the trees. “prince Kalaban please unhand my companion we were racing she must have made a wrong turn.” “is that so?” he looks back at me no longer able to fight the tears his cold tone broke me. The tears streaming down. The sound of the drops hitting the ground. A dangerous growl comes from Rhett “as you wish young lord Rhett but next time I catch her at my bathing pond. He looks back at me leans in runs his nose along my neck “I might make her mine” placing a soft peck on my neck before he pushes away and pops out of sight. Dropping to the ground I let all the sadness take over pulling my knees up to my chest placing my head on my knees and just letting the tears fly. “want to talk about it?”
Shaking my head “he's like my grandfather”
