Now that I had the tattoo, I had to be extra careful. If anyone saw it that was against the crown would kill me and give my body to my mate as a gift. It would kill him to know he hadn't protected me; his mate. In the end he would go mad with grief and anger.
I had to tell my family sooner or later and it was better to tell them sooner because of the tattoo. They would be able to help me hide it. Not that I walk around naked, but the female servants share a bathroom and some of the females were vicious. They would hire a hit man to take me out. It would give them a chance to be with the prince; or so they thought.
"I found my mate, father, and I can never have him." The tears wouldn't stop. Looking at my small family, I could see the wheels turning in each of their brains as they all came to the same conclusion that the Prince was in fact my mate.
I can remember that night as if it was yesterday, sometimes it feels as if it was.
In the end my family and I decided that we would not tell the Prince that it was I who was in fact his mate. We knew that he didn't want a servant for a mate and would hurt me in the end by rejecting me. That's how I've stayed hidden for the past eight years, no one ever thought to look at the servants. He never called us out to touch us. Well that was a lie, he has called us out to form a line, I was never in the line though. I would hide somewhere in the castle making sure not to get me or my family in trouble. Afterwards I heard from ladies of the court how the Prince looked relieved to not find his mate among the servants; that only made my decision easier.
The fact that no one has seen my tattoo has helped immensely. My mother has become an artist at covering it up in the morning. I'm either the first or last person in the shower, usually the last, but if I get too tired of taking cold ones, I wake myself up extra early so that I can have a hot one.
My family has kept me a secret for almost eight years, but it might have all been for nothing. This Saturday is my eighteenth birthday, the day that every female werewolf goes into heat for the first time. The moment he wakes up, he will smell me. It has been told that for a royal distance means nothing in finding his mate. Once he wakes up and the scent of his mate attacks him his wolf goes crazy. In time he will find her, but if they think smart they will know to look in the book of births. It gives the names of each female wolf that would be going into heat each day.
The thing that scares me is that we have heard rumors where the royal mate will stay in heat until her mate finds her. It could take years to find a mate and if being in heat is as bad as I've heard then I don't think I can go through with it. I will have to find someone to mate with, rejecting him completely.
I don't want to; it would kill me to do that. Why does life have to be so complicated? Sighing I shake my head at all the problems I've caused in my life.
He and his wolf will be happy to finally have caught their mate that they won't notice I'm a servant until after the mating and that's when he will reject me. He’ll tell me I'm not worth his time and it was a mistake to mate with me. His wolf will hate him for hurting me and my wolf, but he won't care because as I keep telling you I'm a servant and no one want's a weak and ugly servant as a mate or Princess.
I continued to watch him from the shadows as he walks out of the ballroom with the same blond women from earlier. I guess he liked her enough in bed last night to have her for seconds.
As I turned my back on the room heading towards my family's room, I couldn't help, but think what if I had told him it was me; that I was his mate. Would things have been different?
SO not too many changes, but I did add some dialogue between her and Annabelle.
At least Microsoft word says that all the grammar and spelling is correct. If I have missed anything let me know and ill fix it now rather than later.
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