The Wolf Prince's Mate

Prologue❄

Zyker's Pov

The castle was full with hundreds of fellow wolves for my birthday. I had turned eight, which meant I would shift later on tonight. That was the reason for this celebration; every supernatural had been invited here to watch the future Prince shift into his wolf. If I had it my way they'd all be sent home and I would just shift in front of the comforts of my loved one's only. I thought of a transformation as a more personal affair. One that involved family only. But since this was a tradition I wasn't allowed to have my way.

"Zyker darling, why don't you go down there and interact with the guest?" I turned my head from the swirling figures to gaze at my beautiful mother. She sat straight on her throne her magenta eyes gazing into mine as she smiled brightly at me. I couldn't help but smile back. My mother had one of the most comforting personality that a person could ever come across. You couldn't help but smile in her presence.

Shaking my head, no, I straightened in my fathers lap. I did not want to go down there, I knew that socializing with the guest was my duty as host; but I'd much rather gaze down and watch them from a distance.

Safe from grabby hands.

One thing that I especially did not enjoy was to be touched, especially by germ ridden children.

My father's chest shook with laughter. One commanding glance from my mother and he had gone into serious mode."Zyker, you need to go introduce yourself to our guest. They came here for you. Their are many pups down there that you may frolic around with." My father ruffled my hair earning a small grunt of protest from me.

I tried my best not to laugh at the fact that they wanted me to go interact with the other children.

They were so immature. Earlier, I had caught one of them picking his nose by the chocolate fountain. And one of them was currently drooling over there by the dessert station.

I was so much more mature at my age, more mature then an average Alpha's pup because I was both an alpha and a royal. Which meant I was operating on a full adults level. It was just that my body hadn't caught up with my brain. I was still a pup though, no matter my maturity and parents expected me to act like. That included me participating in purposeless games.

"Zyker!" My mother voice held a stern edge to it. I looked over at her, again, seeing the disappointment in her ageless face.

She thought I was taking my childhood for granted. That wasn't the case, I just preferred doing mature activities. Like assisting father with our many kingdoms. But I'd humor her, I hated seeing her unhappy. I inwardly groaned. "Mother, I'm going. I was just lost in thought." I slid off my fathers lap, bowing to both my parents before I rushed behind their thrones and between the two guards that prevented dangers from entering the small balcony. The men bowed as I passed by.

My father called out, "We'll be down soon my son." Good, they could join in on the torture along with me.

Walking down the stairs I disappeared down a long hall until I made it to one of the main halls that would lead me to the ballroom. But as I got closer, a scent hit me. A sent that had my mouth watering. It smelt extravagant! Like peaches and vanilla. I followed the scent into the ballroom. Wondered what it was that the chefs had prepared that had my mouth practically watering. The scent made me wonder if this was what all scents would be like after I shifted and my senses were heightened. Would everyone's scent be that potent.

I was shocked to say the least when I found out it wasn't food. So I kept sniffing, all the other scents in the room seemed meager compared to that one scent. I scanned the room ignoring the,"happy birthdays" and "congratulations" and the annoying pups that kept tugging on my ceremonious robes as I passed by. I only stop my frantic search when a lady bumped into me. She was dressed in yellow. A most peculiar color, especially since it was neon yellow. Had she no taste?