The Alpha King's Hybrid Mate

Chapter4

Astrid

“Your what?” Merabeth responded, shockingly.

“Girl, I said my mate,” I replied.

“How? When?” She questioned.

And there was the problem. How do I tell her that he is a royal and I had met him in the great Halls and that he was responsible for Hudson's death? These thoughts ate up my insides as my stomach grumbled in response.

“I think I need food,” I said as I attempted to move away from her, and she grabbed my arms, pulling back.

“Not so fast girl. You still haven't told me how?” She replied.

I explained the entire thing to her. The great Halls, Hudson's death and near the river. I left no stone unturned.

“I never knew Hudson's whip affected its underlings mentally. That's the only real thing that happened,” She responded.

“Of course, you would call me a crazy girl. That's what you all do,” I replied.

“Crazy?” She replied

“Did you hear yourself?”

“You have no wolf remember. So tell me how you scented his wolf?”

I was startled. She was right. I needed the faintest wolf to be able to scent another wolf. But I had none. “Am I hallucinating?” I questioned myself. No, it couldn't be. It all felt too real to be a hallucination.

“I don't know how, but I know it was the most pleasant and sweetest smell I had ever perceived,” I replied.

“Let's go first before our new Housemaster seeks us out. We wouldn't want to get on his bad side now. We'll sort this out later,” Merabeth replied.

Later that night I had taken a walk out to the riverbridge when I perceived a familiar scent. He was near.

“You can come out, no one is around,” I said. Immediately, he popped up before me; I kept wondering where exactly he came from.

“Why do you hide?” I questioned.

“You must be ashamed that your mate is a Slave.”

“No, I can never be. Well, I have to say, at first, I was disturbed. But now, all I want is to be with you. My thoughts, my heart, my body, all ache for you,” He replied.

I was moved and I immediately rushed to him as I sunk my body into his. In a few seconds, he recoiled, moving a few feet away from me.

“What's the matter?” I asked, wondering if he perceived a foul smell from me. I would be embarrassed if it was that.

“Emm.. nothing,” He said, twisting his neck.

“Do I smell bad?” I replied, eager to know how to swallow my embarrassment.

“Bad?” He retorted.

“No, my love. You have the most pleasant smell I have ever come across.”

“Then why do you pull back from me?” I questioned.

“Emm.. it's that Fenrir, my wolf, wants you. He wants to claim you for himself. He wants to mark you,” He replied.

“Your scent, it's strong. Fenrir wants to mark you now.”

I gasped as I took a few steps back. Although I had no wolf, I knew what it meant to be marked by a wolf. Merabeth had told me about it.

“Don't run. I would not be able to control him if you turned your back on us,” He said.

“I'm scared of what Fenrir might do if you run.”

“Your scent. Freya!” He muttered as he staggered backwards with his hands to his head as something started to happen.

I froze. As I watched the unreal sight before my eyes. His bones were cracking as he struggled to maintain control but was slowly losing it. I tried so much to remain calm, but I was also losing it.

“Go, but don't turn your back, not until you reach that tree at the Crossway. Then you run and don't look back. You run to where there are metal bars, and you lock yourself in them,” He said, still trying to control Fenrir, who was relentless in having his way.

Immediately, I began retracting my steps little by little as I watched him scream and yell at Fenrir, trying to figure out a way to get the massive wolf under control. I had seen Fenrir, and I knew what would happen if he transformed.

I kept moving backwards until I reached the crossroads, and then I turned and ran like my life depended on it, which they actually did. Immediately, I heard a deep and sounding growl, and I knew Fenrir had taken over.

Overcome with fear, my adrenaline doubled. I did not know when I got home and I immediately sealed the iron doors. My mind kept wondering if I had actually outrun a wolf, but I was happy to be in one piece.

“Astrid!” Merabeth called.

“Are you okay? Why are you panting?” She asked.

I had forgotten I lived with Merabeth and Rollo when I rushed in and shut the iron doors.

“Emm.. nothing. I went for a run,” I replied.

“In the middle of the night?” She retorted.

“I needed to clear my head,” I replied.

“And when did you start running?” She questioned.

I ignored her last question and headed for my bed. I kept reminiscing about what just happened. It felt terrific yet pleasant at the same time. I did not know where to place my emotions. All I knew was that I needed to see him again, maybe I could get to know his name. Gosh, I hated the short time we only spent together.

I clenched my breast tightly as a smile escaped from my lips. This night might have ended awful, but it showed a deep connection, one I thought resided with me only. I let my imagination fly, as I began hearing noises in the background. I had dozed off and the morning had come.

“Wake up Astrid,” it's morning. Said Merabeth.

“When did the morning come?” I kept thinking to myself. I could still recall my last thoughts, and it felt like a few seconds ago.

“When did daybreak?” I questioned, tugging myself deep in my bed sheets.

“Well, you would know, if you hadn't gone running last night,” Merabeth replied.

My eyes came wide apart as I remembered why I had come home running and panting. I turned in her direction as those green eyes were cold with anger. I wondered what made her so angry.

“Get up, we have a wedding ceremony to attend. Or pardon me, we have work to do,” she said in a not-so-friendly manner. It made me question if it was the right time to tell her the truth about last night.

“What wedding?” I questioned.

“The King's, of course,” She replied.

“You know Astrid, sometimes I wonder if we live under the same roof. How are you not getting information?”

We got dressed quickly when we heard Lyra's voice, we knew the new Housemaster wouldn't be far behind. Soon we were off and rendering our services.

The scenery was exquisite. Though we watched from a distance, it was truly a King's wedding. Something struck me. His scent. He was near.

“Merabeth, He's near; I can smell him. My mate,” I quickly called to her, with my emotions skyrocketing, as we were both serving in the outer courtyard.

“Girl, are you daydreaming? You better snap out of it,” she responded sternly.

“Girl, I swear I'm not mad, He actually is,” I replied back.

“Then show me,” She responded, as I grabbed her hands and moved closer to the courtyard, scanning my eyes until I finally caught him.

“That's him,” I said, pointing my fingers directly at him. He immediately turned and faced my direction, staring us back in the eyes.

“Girl, have you gone mad?” Merabeth responded.

“That's the King.”