Rumi
Being with Ansel and being with Greyson are two completely different experiences.
Ansel was tiny. His thin waist and lithe form came up only to the bottom of my chest. He was sweet and bubbly, smiling brightly every time he laid his eyes upon me. His kisses and touches were gentle and comforting. When we make love, the way he clings to me arching his back and moaning with each deep thrust. His giggles, when my fingers skimmed over his bulging belly as I cuddled him in our bed. His gorgeous smile and shining eyes as he turned over in my arms to look into my eyes first thing in the morning when we woke up.
Greyson, on the other hand, was different. I was taller than Greyson by half a head. But his muscle mass matched mine. His tanned arms, thighs, and chest sporting smooth rippling muscles. When Greyson and I kissed it was more aggressive, our tongues and teeth clashing together as we fight for dominance. Mating with Greyson was different because we were both from Alpha descent. We both craved to be dominant in our mating, hence we had never fully completed our mating because neither of us wanted to be underneath the other in such a submissive way.
Greyson and I argued a lot. We always kept Ansel out of it so he wouldn't think there was anything wrong. We both did not want Ansel to think that for whatever reason he was at fault for our constant bickering. Ansel was quite worried because he wanted us to all be mated completely before Adela was born.
Greyson and I argued about things like who would be the quote on quote "female" in the relationship. Or to put it in a more simple way, who was going to take it up the ass.
It was more simple with Ansel. He was an omega so he and his wolf naturally wanted to submit in every way to their mate. But with Greyson and myself being from direct Alpha descent, we both wanted to be the one who dominated the other.
When Ansel had left, I shifted into my wolf not caring about my clothes being shredded in the process and nudged Greyson out of bed. He sighs, nonetheless getting out of bed and strips so he can shift without ripping his clothes.
I shove the door open all the way and lead Greyson down the hallway to the main doors. Two guards pull open the doors for us and I link them so they do not send any warriors to follow us.
As soon as we are out the doors I break out into a sprint. Greyson is quick to follow, matching my pace as I lead him down into the town. We run through the streets, dodging the townspeople and carts full of goods, gently nipping at the other as we zig-zag through the markets.
Once we reach the outskirts of town I dig into a small bush and find my stash of clothes. I pull out some clothes for myself and Greyson and shift behind a tree.
"Why'd you want to bring me down here?" Greyson asks as he pulls a light shirt over his head.
"I thought we should have some time to ourselves. I brought some money and we are going to buy whatever your heart desires today. I want us to have a good time without worrying about anything that has been going on lately. Let's have a good time today, okay Greyson? I would like it if we were able to take a day to work on us."
Greyson's lips turn up in a soft smile. Even though for the time being, Greyson was living as a normal wolf in the palace, he was still a prince. He was used to indulging in the material things. I take his hand and lead him back to the market.
I note the differences between our hands. My hands were calloused and rough from living in the forest for a good part of my life. His hands were soft and smooth not a scar or callous in sight.
I pull Greyson along to a man selling fresh fruits. The man recognizes us immediately as royals and bows, studdering out a welcoming to his booth.
"Your Highnesses! I am so honored that you have chosen to gaze upon my simple produce. Please, take anything you desire, free of charge. I insist."
Even as the man says it, I see in his eyes the silent prayer that we decide not to take anything. This is his life, and I would never want to take away what could potentially bring in money for the man.
"Sir..."
"Giacomo," the man replies to my silent asking.
"Giacomo, do you have any pups?"
"Seven pups, Your Highness."
"Seven... and does your mate work? How do you support your seven pups?"
"No, Your Highness. After she had our last pup she became very sickly and passed away soon after the birth. I have been their only support for the past six years."
"If you have been struggling to support them, then why would you offer us to take anything free of price?" I ask.
"Because you are royalty..." he says as if it is obvious.
"If anything," Greyson says, reaching into the large bag of money I brought. "You should charge us more. We would have been none the wiser since we never come here."
Greyson grabs a handful of coins and places them onto the table. He takes two apples and walks away from the stall, going to another one that is selling children's toys.
Giacomo gapes, staring at the money as if it wasn't real. As if it will disappear if he looked away. His fruits were at a cheap price and with the money that Greyson laid out on the table, we could have easily bought the whole stall and then some.
"Your Highness... I-," As he tries to call after Greyson, I hold up my hand cutting him off from continuing.
"Please, take the money. All of it. I am going to be a father myself. And I could not imagine being in your position taking care of a pup- let alone seven pups- on my own. I would never want to imagine coming home and having barely anything to feed them. I would like it very much if you would accept the money. It should be enough to support you and your family for a very long time. Please use it wisely."
"Thank you very much, Your Highness. I will forever be in you and Prince Greyson's debt." Giacamo bows, a single tear pearling down his cheek.
I spot Greyson crouching down to inspect a beautiful wooden crib with intricate designs carved into the dark wood. I make my way over to Greyson after exchanging goodbyes with Giacomo.
"It was very kind, what you did. That man was incredibly grateful."
"He has the most amazing tasting fruit as well," Greyson says, taking another bite into the red apple he holds in his hand. He holds out the other untouched apple to me and I take a bite. The sweet flavor bursts on my tastebuds, juices dripping down my chin. Greyson was right, the apples are amazing.
"I want to buy this. For Adela." Greyson runs his hand over the crib before looking up at me.
"Of course," I say, pulling out my money. "How much is it?"
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After Greyson and I spend the rest of the day at the market talking and getting to know some of the people that we would rule over someday, we lugged the crib and other things we bought all the way to the palace. We get everything situated in our shared room carefully as not to wake Ansel who was curled up in the middle of the bed.
"Rumi," Greyson says as he pulls on his nightshirt.
"Hmm?"
"I accept..."
"Accept what?"
"I accept that you will most likely never change your mind about our mating. So I have made the decision to let you be in control. I love you, Rumi. And whenever you are, I am ready to complete our mating."
"Greyson... are you sure? There is no way you can change your mind so suddenly."
"It is something that I have been thinking about for a while. And after today, getting to know you... I am positive. I love you, Rumi. And I know you aren't ready to say it back but I know that you love me too"
I pull Greyson close to my chest, arms wrapping around his waist to bring him as close as possible. I kiss him softly, savoring the taste of him.
"Tomorrow. I want us to be completely mated by tomorrow night."
Greyson takes a deep shaky breath. "Okay," he says. "Okay..."