His Majesty

Chapter 1

His Majesty
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My hands trembled as I scrubbed the floors for the second time that day. The usual morning clean up and then again when Darren had smashed my head into the floor, pouring crimson blood all over the tiles.

My wolf whimpered in agony, why do we let him treat us like this? We must find mate. Find mate. He can save us.

We probably don't have a mate I thought to myself as I snorted out loud, instantly putting a hand to my mouth in fear someone heard me.

"Jamie, you ungrateful bitch. What are you laughing about?" Darren thundered from the other room, feet pounding on the floor back to the kitchen.

I stood my ground, knowing he wouldn't like to see me not cowering away from him.

"Answer me bitch." He spat as his large frame entered the room. Standing at 6ft in the doorframe was my uncle, Darren. His eyed laced with anger as he walked over to me.

"Nothing, just annoyed." I stated, looking at him in the eyes. At this point I was just asking for it.

He glared at me and grabbed me by the hair,

"You are not allowed to be annoyed. I give you life. You had no father figure in your life when your loser of a father died and then when your mother died you really had no one. You owe me your life. You would be dead too or homeless if it wasn't for me."

I held back a laugh, my lips trembling with anger, begging to let them spew their spiteful nature. I was extremely spiteful, and had a short temper, which when aggravated, blows up. It has gotten me into a lot of trouble. Especially since the beatings started.

Darrens grip tightened. "Do you hear me?" I almost snorted again. Almost. He thinks he's such a macho guy, beating up on an 18 year old girl.

But instead, I simply replied "yes." He dropped my hair and walked out of the kitchen.

Tears threatened to fall from my eyes but I held them back, crying showed I was affected. And I was not affected. At least not by these lowlives. My parents' death, definitely, these two, well...

My father passed away last year from cancer and my mom passed shortly after from cancer as well. My "aunt and uncle" Darren and Sabrina, who were actually cousins to my mom, took me in. I was never fond of them but they were the only family I had left, so when I had to move out of my house and needed a roof over my head. They let me live with them.

They were nice in the beginning, treating me so well. Then suddenly, when they found out I hadn't found my mate when I turned 18, they started to act so differently. Darren was the more aggressive, hitting me and calling me all kinds of names. Sabrina just tagged along with whatever he felt and when he was angry at her, she'd draw attention to me and let him take it out on me.

So yep, here I was, 18, going to college, orphaned, mateless and getting abused everyday. What a way to live!

I finished cleaning the dried blood off the floor finally and went up to my room.

I picked an outfit from my closet and placed it on the chair, getting ready for school tomorrow.

My mind wandered as I lay in bed, wondering where my mate would be, and is he longing for me like I longed for him?

When the tears welled up this time, I didn't hold them back, letting them spill onto my pillows freely. I wasn't strong, I lost both my parents and I have no one that loves me anymore.

Reaching over to my phone, I played some sad music because don't we just love getting ourselves into our bag even more ?

We need mate. We are not healthy without mate. We need mate to keep us safe. My wolf whined.

I remembered my mother, how she was my best friend and how she would make me laugh at whatever chance she could. My father, the scariest man but has the biggest heart. He was my hero. What I wanted my mate to be just like. My parents were supposed to be there for me when my mate and I meet. My mom to guide me and my dad to protect.

I cried for my parents, for their pain, but I also cried for myself. I hold everything in and never let myself grieve.

My life was so much different was my last thought before I drifted off to sleep.

"Ok class, take out a piece of paper and pencil we are doing a group project." My professor says, walking around to the back of his desk.

Everyone groans in unison, really? Even in college we have group projects?

He paired us up into groups of four and handed out the assignment.

"Explain your mate, if you haven't found yours yet, imagine what he or she would be like. Then, using your knowledge on writing a persuasive paper, construct a 1 page report on why your mate is "better" than your partners'."

Our group got to work and we started talking out-loud about our mates,

" My mate is better because he is the betas son of my pack."

" My mate is the best because he buys me flowers every Saturday."

" My mate would be caring and she would stick by my side through thick and thin" the boy to my left stated before turning to me,

"Hey Jamie, what about you? Have you found your mate yet?" He asks as I shake my head,

"No but when I meet him I know he will be the best because he will be the one person I can rely on." They all awed and I blushed slightly.

"It's silly but after everything with my parents It would be nice to have a person who will love me no matter what." I say and they nod, agreeing.

"You're lucky you have your aunt and uncle though, they love you." Olivia states. She is just an acquaintance but I internally rolled my eyes and my wolf begins to stir. No one knows about how I'm treated at home. When we are seen in public, we act like the perfect family.

"Yeah I guess so." I say and begin on my writing exercise.

As I exited my Introduction to Mate History class, I overhear something that causes my wolf to wake up.

"I hear he is coming to town for business. He is meeting with Alpha Mark to get information at the rouges found on his land." A girl whispers.

"He must have a million guards following him if he coming into town. I hear he's really hot and he hasn't found a mate yet."  The other one replies.

Who are they talking about? Alphas don't have guards when meeting with each other.

" I can imagine it now- Queen Brianna! Oh sounds pretty!" The first girl squeals.

The King is coming to town?