Chapter Four - Mate

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I lay bound to the bed with a huge wolf lying by my feet. The room was cleared and only the two of us were left inside. I stared at the broken window, at the wreckage of the room, at the wolf... Prince Jacobi. He was my mate? But how?

As if hearing my thoughts, the animal looked at me. He licked my hand. I released a soft laugh. I was relieved. I was so close to death and this... creature had saved my life.

"Will you change back?" I asked wondering if he understood me. "I'm kind of tired of these leather bindings."

He whined before hopping off the bed. He snatched the blanket beneath me with his teeth before prancing to a corner. It was out of my sight and I couldn't turn my head to see what he was doing. But the sound of cracking bones made me wince.

Moments later, the beautiful boy stood before me once more. The blanket cocooned around him as he neared the bed. From close up, I was able to inspect the details of his face. Olive skin, brown hair with loose curls, dark eyes and full lips. "I'm sorry for this." He mumbled in a low, English accent before unbinding me. "This never should have happened."

I sat up straight, turning so my legs dangled off the side of the bed. "Why did you save me?"

His dark eyes flickered in fury. "Because they were executing my mate." He cupped my face reverently, "You're mine."

I gulped. "H-how do you know?" He was too close I couldn't breathe. How come I never got this way around Kyle? We were so comfortable around each other it was like breathing oxygen. But this... this was intense.

"You just do." He said. "Can't you feel a pull towards me?"

"I-I don't know." I looked away.

He tilted my face back up, "It's okay, love. You've been through a lot. Let's get you out of this room."

I allowed him to take my hand and help me down. His eyes roamed my figure, my green dress, my boots, the leather jacket. He smiled. "Come, Alaska." He practically purred my name.

His hand felt right in mine. He led me outside and towards a stairway. Why were we going upstairs? What was going on?

"It's okay, I won't hurt you." He promised. "I just want to get some clothes and I'd rather you stayed with me..."

I nodded meekly before following him. He'd saved me, why would he hurt me? I was probably safest with him. Jacobi led me to a large bedroom on the second floor. I gasped taking it all in. California king bed, black satiny sheets, and beautiful maroon walls. A room truly built for a prince. Jacobi opened a door and disappeared inside. I waited awkwardly in the centre of the room. It smelled like earth and rich cologne. Doors to a balcony were wide-open, black curtains swept back by the fresh wind.

I jolted when a hand landed on my shoulder.

"Sorry." Jacobi apologized quickly. "I didn't mean to scare you."

I looked him over. He was in dark jeans and a grey long-sleeve t-shirt now. "It's okay." I replied shyly.

"We need to go back downstairs. My parents will want to talk to us."

Fear paralyzed me. They'd try to kill me again. I couldn't face the evil King who'd sentenced me to execution. "No, please!" I begged, my eyes welled with hot tears. I'd just escaped death I didn't want to stroll back into it.

"Hey," He cooed, drawing me into his warm figure, "They won't hurt you, I promise."

I'd heard that promise before. It had been empty. "N-no, please don't make me."

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