Milan: Queen of the Wolves

Chapter 5

The door to the restaurant dinged and both of us looked to see who it was. Mom walked in with another lady who was really pretty but seemed like the rich snobby type.

"I see you two have taken a liking to each other but let us formally introduce the two of you" The lady said. Mom giggled like a little girl and continued, "Let them introduce themselves". Okay then. Mr.Mysterious and I shrugged.

"I'm Millan Chandler"

"Elliot Gabriel"

Both of us said at the same time.

"Fuck" both of us stood up and looked at each other in shock. "So I'm a power seeking slut?" I glared at him. How dare he.

"I'm a dick who only wants to get in your pants?" He raised an eyebrow. "I didn't say the latter part" I defended my self while the two ladies looked like they were watching a daily soap.

"Well that's what you implied. And too bad, cause you my love, are going to marry me whether you like it or not" He smirked.

Before I could reach for the fork to stab him he picked me up and carried me out bridal style while everyone laughed at my attempts to get away from him. Sure, I looked like I was having fits but hey it's self defence.

"Put me down!" I yelled at him and tried trashing around but thanks to his iron grip I didn't move even a centimetre. Like, how strong is he?

Another guy with dark brown hair came and grinned at me. Wow, how come all the cute guys come out at once. He's like clumsy from the smurfs. "Is she your mate?" He squealed. Elliot looked at me and smirked. "The one and only. And guess who she is? Milan herself"

Clumsy laughed at my sour expression and pinched my cheeks. Elliot growled and moved me making me kick clumsy. Clumsy glared at me but didn't dare do anything.

Elliot told him to go back to the castle on his own and unlocked the car door for me. Holy fuck, a Maybach Exelero! " Its 8 million" Elliot had a smug expression on his face making me want to smack him. Instead, I went with the standard eye-roll.

"It's nothing that I haven't seen before" I felt him growl and literally dump me in the car.

He started the car and looked at me and sighed. Then he reached out to me, for some reason I felt let down when he simply put my seat belt on for me and mumbled "Can't let Her Highness get hurt"

I reached out to put the radio on and the moment I did that, he swatted my hand away and switched it off. I reached out again and this went on repeatedly until I got frustrated and let him have his way.

Royal mutt.

Since he seemed to be concentrating on the road I decided to take him in. Since his shitty attitude didn't work maybe his looks will.

His blue eyes had some sort of a spark in them making him look like a little boy who just got his Christmas gift. He had the sexy bed-hair that most guys spend hours working on and don't get me started on his body. Wonder how fit he is...

I reached out and pulled his t-shirt up and began counting. 1..2..3..4..5..6.. "What are you doing?" he asked with a hint of amusement. "None of your fucking business. Just because you have a pretty girl with you doesn't mean you shouldn't concentrate on the road" 7.. Holy shit he got an 8pack.

"Wow" I looked at him with wide eyes. How can someone be so perfect? "I mean beside your dumb attitude and that smirk of yours. See, and the fact that you behave like a spoilt kid doesn't help any more. Not that you aren't rich I mean you are King after all but I'm pretty sure that its your father that did all the hard work and the title was only given to you since you're the heir to the throne."

Wow, I just insulted the King of Werewolves and all he did was chuckle at me.

"So when is your birthday?" He asked after a few minutes of silence. Geez, why do people even talk to me. Why can't I be invisible..

"The day I was born,duh" Was my smug response.

He sighed and continued," How old are you?" He pretended like I didn't just throw him off.

"Have you completed your future studies? If you need any financial help I ca-

"I''m not illiterate Alpha King"

The car came to a stop all of a sudden making me jerk ahead but a hand pulled me back roughly. So much for being a gentleman.

"Look Milan, I've had enough of you and your childish ways. Look, we have no option okay? You are meant to be mine and even though I hate your bitchy attitude I have no other option but to tolerate your shit. So just shut the fuck up and behave. I wish I could get another mate!"

The last part broke my heart into tiny pieces and pierced my soul. I let out a muffled sob and turned the other side to look outside the window.

He didn't bother apologising or even looking at me again. He slammed his fist on the steering wheel and started the car. The trees passed by us in a blur and all I could see was darkness. Finally I shut my eyes and allowed the sleep to consume me.

I woke up after a while and seen that I was still in the car with him. My stomach rumbled making it sound like a dying whale but I didn't want to ask the King for food since the incident a while ago.

The King shuffled around looking in his pockets and finally pulled something out. All this while I was pretending to look ahead so he doesn't think that I have forgiven him for his outburst earlier.

He threw something at me and I flinched thinking he was going to slap me or something. Kings didn't have a very good reputation. At least not in my story books.

Turns out it was a Hershey's bar. A small smile crept on my face and I looked at him to see him offer me a smile in return.

"Eat up, you seem hungry" I furrowed my eyebrows in response. Didn't we just pass a Mc.Donald's? As if reading my thoughts he replied, "That's quite unhealthy, love. We aren't allowed to eat junk food for health reasons. I haven't tasted any of that bread and meat stuff that you Mundanes refer to as pizza."

"You childhood doesn't seem very... nice" I frowned. How could a child never be given junk food. There should be a law against that.

"It wasn't"

We always take things for granted unless and until the reality of other's misery slaps us in the face. Maybe being a Royal isn't as nice as everyone says it is. Yes they might have all the riches in the world but is it really worth sacrificing all the happiness?

"Elliot?"

He hummed in response but didn't turn to look at me. "Why did you choose me as your Queen?"

He tensed at the question and seemed to think about my question for a while before replying. "We werewolves have mates, the one we are meant to love for eternity. You are my mate Milan, meant to be mine. Only mine."

"What if you don't want your mate?" I asked. He shouldn't be tied down to me. Because deep down I know that I won't be able to give him the happiness he deserves.

"I didn't mean what I said earlier. My wolf was at bay since you were practically rejecting me. I just needed to shut you up for a while. Sorry for that" He bit his tongue and laughed.

Aww.

"I was surprised when I seen you. Most Royals have werewolf mates of umm... high positions. You're...." He trailed off.

"Not what you expected? Well Mr. I'mRoyalty, touché. I expected you to be hairy and ugly. Not to mention a class-A jerk. But you're... cute" I laughed imagining Elliot with long hair and canines.

"Woah, wait up. So my mate just called me cute and said that I'm not a jerk, huh? Falling for me already, aye?" He smirked. I felt myself blushing so I looked the other side and smiled.

"Shut up, mate" I grumbled.

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P.S. I've changed the Vampire Kings name to Adrian Lancaster😁😁