GENESIS
All my life I had subscribed to my father's indoctrination and had convinced myself that I neither wanted or needed a mate.
Being destined for someone has always been a ridiculous concept, and soulmates as he had told me numerous times were for people who were weak.
Why would I want to be affected by someone so deeply?
I didn't understand until now.
Though I was unable to understand why I had such feelings for the King I knew exactly what they were.
I wanted to see him smile.
I wanted to make him happy.
I wanted to know his deepest fears.
I wanted him to take me repeatedly and claim me as his.
Him.
I wanted him.
Now I know, now I understood.
He was always mine, I just hadn't acknowledged him as mine.
His longing looks, his smiles, his jokes, his various advances, weren't just him being a flirt.
They were always meant for me.
Tears fell down my face uncontrollably as my shoulders gently shook.
He was right, my wolf didn't call for her mate, directly at least. But my soul, it yearned for him.
I had passed it off numerous times as simply physical attraction because who wouldn't be attracted to him and his prestige?
Wretched masking agent, wretched gloves.
Though they weren't enough to stop him from knowing I was his, they did stand in my way of knowing he was mine.
And that hurt more than I had ever thought it would.
I cursed at myself.
A deep sigh distracted me from my self pity. And not long after I was engulfed in the biggest hug.
That for some reason made me cry harder, not because it wasn't comforting but because I felt peace in the comfort.
"It's ok to cry" his deep voice a quiet whisper, convincing me that everything will be ok.
His voice was still clipped and his shoulders tense, despite his remaining anger he still ran his hand down my back trying to comfort me.
That only cause me to cry harder as I think of how patient he has been with me.
Respecting that I wore those stupid gloves, and waiting for me to realize it myself.
If anything I was grateful for that, even though if I had known who he was to me I would have done a way with those gloves.
"May I hold your hand Genesis" he asked, stroking my hair.
I knew what would happen once we joined hands, and I was appreciative that he had asked.
Though hesitant, I placed my palm in his. He physically shivered as he ran his hands over every line of mine as if memorizing it.
The joining of our hands brought me a breath of fresh air, everything was intensified, every sound, smell, colour, it was like I was seeing the world for the first time through new senses. But for some reason I couldn't help but feel as if something was missing.
"You don't feel it" it wasn't a question, and my heart squeezed at his dejected tone.
He had felt something I hadn't and as he continued to rub my hands my heart broke at the sight of his face.
The look passed over his face for a brief moment before he put in its place a stoic expression.
"They'll start your operation immediately" his voice was cold and he left before I could utter another word.
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AMIR
Storming out of the medical wing, I tried to calm down just enough so that I could think clearly.
My wolf was seething and I was on the edge of doing something I most definitely would regret.
Anger is the most damaging emotion, it fuels irrationality, I've instilled that into every wolf on my territory.
I knew that, I lived by it yet here I am.
Basically foaming at the mouth and red in the face because Genesis cannot feel our connection in the way that she should.
I will kill that bastard father of hers.
"She's your mate" Armani's voice sliced the stillness of the corridor.
He couldn't be here, I knew as much.
I was on the brink of losing control.
"Leave" I commanded.
In the true fashion of my little brother, he did nothing but scoff of my words.
This was not the time for him to attempt to push my wolf.
"Are you going to hurt your pup brother?" he tilted his head to the side regarding me. I knew that question was meant for wolf, and I could see the unspoken words in his eyes.
That's pathetic.
I bristled.
"Let's go to the sparring room, you can tear it up all you want until you've calmed down." He rolled his eyes grabbing a hold of my hands.
"I'll not tease you about this seeing as this is your first time behaving like a pussy."
How charming.
Once in the sparring room I wasted no time pulling my shirt over my head and heading over to the punching bags, disregarding the use of gloves.
Physical pain wouldn't even cut close to the pain I was feeling right now in my soul.
In fact, it would make a good distraction.
Why?
Why would she do that?
Five minutes in and my knuckles busted open, I jumped from foot to foot and began hitting harder.
I welcomed the sting of my bruised fists with open arms.
The same hands that were to solidify what our souls already knew but didn't.
When the punching became repetitive and did nothing to sooth my anger I called for my Master of Arms.
My eyes stung with tears that I refused to let fall, I am a King.
"You called for me My Lor-"
Before he could finish his sentence I charged at him.
It didn't take long for Macau to return my hits. Each landing with precision, I danced around him barely on the defense and doing nothing on the offense.
I wanted to be hit but if I outrightly told him that, he wouldn't have done it. He's a man of honour, and the very thing I respected him for would do nothing to aid me right now.
My face was bloody and body battered, yet I stilled felt the ache in my soul.
How does one get rid of such a feeling?
"Stop" Armani shouted.
Macau yielded in an instant turning to his young prince.
"Prince Armani, what may be the matter?" He asked winded.
"Your King" he pointed in my direction, "is not fighting back".
Macau turned to assess the situation truly for the first time eyes zeroing on my bloodied state.
"My King" he growled.
"Leave us Macau, your service is no longer required" he looked as if he wanted to say something further but my glare had him walking straight for the door.
Once gone, I slumped on the floor as Armani threw a towel at me.
"Yes" I breathed.
"She is my mate"
Barely
I wanted to add in spite but instead kept my mouth shut.
"What do you mean by barely?" He questioned.
Shit I said that out loud.
I sighed rubbing the towel over my bloodied face before turning to face him.
"It means, the substance she has been taking for years to, and I quote, mask her scent" I stopped feeling my anger resurface.
Why would she? That question has been plaguing my mind.
"Continue" he urged.
"Is actually a potion of diluted wolfsbane meant to partially severe the connection between her and her wolf"
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