《My Mate My Wolf》


 Chapter 1

    Are you serious?" I stared, horrified, at my mother. My lean and curvy mother.


    "Yes, I am quite serious, Lilly." My mother continued to open trunks I was told wouldn''t be open until my wedding. "Now get out. Most of this is for your husband''s eyes only."


    I stood up and walked out of her room and crossed the long hallway into my room, slamming the door behind me. The canopy bed had curtains of soft blue falling down to the blue and silver bedding. I threw myself onto my bed, taking in the only human-looking room in the house. I spotted my reflection in the mirror of my vanity and picked up a dark blue pillow and threw it.


    Of course, my room was the only human-looking room in the ridiculously oversized house. I was the only human in the house. The mirror distorted my reflection, and I looked away, trying to keep my tears from falling. The last thing I needed was for my younger brother to scent my grief and saunter in like he owned the place.


    I sighed. Who was I kidding? Lucian was going to own this place, the title, and everything else. He was going to be the next Alpha. He is what I was supposed to be. Imagine my mother and father''s surprise when realized they had a full human daughter.


    I stared up at the ceiling. Genetically I was rare, if you had two werewolf parents, and the gene is dominant, it''s only a small percent that the baby would have the recessive human gene. But I did, which meant for an average werewolf household embarrassment, and the hopes that someone will adopt the human quickly. At least that is what I would assume would happen. To be honest, I have never heard about another human born to a werewolf family, but who knows?


    However, for my family, who held royal blood, and with it, royal power, for my family, it brought embarrassment and shame. How could a royal Werewolf family with such firm lines have a human daughter?


    I took deep breaths, trying to keep the tears back. Because of who my family is, they couldn''t just dump me off at the nearest European orphanage. Nope, because it just so happens when the great Laine bloodline has a child, that child is married off right in the womb.


    Imagine how thrilled my family was when they discovered the ruling Werewolf family had just had a son and was still trying to find an appropriate match for him, and my mother was carrying a daughter. Parties were thrown, engagements were made, bonds were formed, blood oaths were voiced, and I ended up engaged.


    Then out came I came, and down went my family. At least that''s how my brother tells it, anyway. My mother, being a kind-hearted creature, says that the royal family still saw potential in the marriage between Dimitri, their precious prince, and me, the embarrassment of wolfdom.


    However, other families with halfbreed children would have their slightly stronger pups start attacking me. I almost died three times before I was even eight. My father was forced to swallow his pride and take me away from Europe for my safety and my entire family''s safety.


    Thus exchanging a couple of hundred-year-old castles for a brand new mansion built in the wilds of Idaho. That''s right, Idaho, where else can a future human princess to the Werewolves be kept safe except in the only place where running water still hasn''t been discovered yet. Yup, Idaho.


    I''m exaggerating the running water, but not by much. I looked out my windows and to see nothing but farmland as far as the eye could see. It''s depressing, but it''s home. At least to me, it''s home, to the rest of my family. It''s beyond depressing.


    Finally, the tears fell, and I groaned as my bedroom door opened, as expected, and my 18-year-old brother sauntered into the room, smirking at me.


    "Get out Lucian."


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    "Oh ho, little human Lilly crying in her little bitty bed?" I glared at the frustrating brat. He was the perfect specimen of the Werewolf kind, with midnight hair, vibrant honey eyes, tanned skin, and strong features. Lucian could eat his weight in fine beef and then some. He was a solid 290 pounds of lean muscle. Utterly any melting if not for his toxic personality.


    I had long chestnut hair that had naturally soft, bouncy curls. I was also full-figured. Lush curves, full hips, full bust, a perfectly human hourglass figure. My eyes were chocolate. And I was a honey-kissed tan.


    I narrowed my eyes. "You aren''t a full Werewolf either brat."


    He shrugged. "So, I can shift and you can''t. Can you? Itty bitty Lilly''''


    I stood up and stalked toward him and I was satisfied to see panic flash across his face before he bolted out the door. I snorted in satisfaction. He knew better than to mess with me too much. I might be human. But I wasn''t to be messed with. I slammed the door again. But it was short-lived as I heard my door open and felt the ice-cold presence of my father stalk into my room,


    "Lilly."


    I looked up at him and saw a frown on his sharp features.


    "What?" I asked.


    His back straightened even more and his eyes narrowed. "Your mother is ready to speak with you."


    I nodded, looking down. I knew my father disliked me. Who wouldn''t? my entrance into the world single-handedly ruined his reputation and took away everything from him, including his home. I walked silently through the dark halls and back into the black and red room my parents occupied.


    My mother closed the last of the luggage, and I gawked at them. "Wait, what is going on?"


    My father stood next to my mother, giving me an icy stare. "You are going to France to meet up with your aunt. From there you will go by train to the Palace of your future husband."


    ht and I collapsed hard onto the floor, landing hard on my soft ass, "But I''m not supposed to marry him until I''m nineteen. That''s still six months away."


    Mother looked up at my father in what could only be described as nervousness, which, for her to actually show, must mean something terrible. I waited, staring miserably at them, and finally, my mother turned to me and sat down on the edge of her bed. "There''s no point putting it off. You can get used to your new husband before the mating ritual."


    I looked up at her, fear stealing my breath. "I don''t understand. I know I''m an embarrassment, but, I thought that the mating was canceled because of what I am."


    My mother shook her head, "No darling, the agreement was made in blood, and there is nothing that can be done. It will be hard and might even be deadly for you. That''s why we came here, why we gave up so much for you to have a happy life until now."


    I felt tears spill down my face and looked up at my father, who was looking away in disgust. I looked back down ashamed, "I thought...I had plans, college, a future..."


    Both my parents shook their heads. "No Lilly, you leave for Paris tonight. Isadora, your aunt, will meet you there, and then you will have to go shopping."


    "Why?" Of all the stupid things, the last thing on my mind was shopping, but the look on my mother''s face silenced me.


    "You have nothing appropriate to wear. We''ve been remiss in buying appropriate clothes for court."


    "What about the trunks? Weren''t they supposed to be full of clothes?"


    She looked away for a moment. I could see the disappointment on her face. "Yes, well, I had expected to have a daughter more like me."


    Translation. She expected to have a Werewolf daughter with a tall, lean form like her. Instead, she got a plump human daughter with too many curves. I hunched down a bit realizing that I had to get an entirely new wardrobe. I hated shopping and elaborate dresses. I loved jeans and simple skirts. I couldn''t stand ruffles.


    "Enough coddling Esmeralda, let''s go already." My father said imperiously.


    My mother nodded and touched my soft hair before pulling me to my feet and kissing me goodbye.


    In her own way, my mother loved me. Her love would forever be tinged with the embarrassment of my birth. Despite that, out of the entire pack and my immediate family, she treated me the best.


    I knew if he had a choice, she would have let me live out my life in human society. Humans and werewolves lived in peace these days. I could have gone to a human college and then gotten a human job. Maybe a human husband.


    Now I was going to be mated to Dimitri Grayson. He was infamous for being a cold, ruthless ruler. He was a fair king and wasn''t cruel. But his disdain for women was legendary. He took many lovers, but the word was he never showed them any affection


    He treated his lovers like playthings and discarded them just as easily. I was to be his mate, bound to him till the end of my days. I could always throw myself onto the tracks and let the train run me over. That might be the best option for me.


    I felt my father''s icy touch as he gripped my upper arm and escorted me out of their room and outside to the waiting town car.

 Chapter 2

    (Dimitri POV)


    "Your majesty."


    I looked up at my assistant. He was tall and dark-haired. "What is it, Foster?" Isaiah Foster had served my father before me and his father before him. He''d served the royal family for the past 500 years. He was an invaluable asset to the kingdom.


    Foster bowed low. "I am merely here to inform you that your mate is en route."


    My wolf perked up at that. I, however, scowled at the man. "I don''t suppose you have a photo of her?"


    Foster raised an eyebrow. "I''m glad you''re taking an interest." He reached into a folder and took out a photo.


    I took it from him. I was interested, but not for the reason, he thought. The moment my eyes landed on the photo, my wolf howled. ''Mate!'' His excitement radiated through our link.


    Disgusted, I flipped the photo over so I wouldn''t have to look at her. No way in the nine hells would I accept any woman as my mate. I would never be so weak or so foolish. I wouldn''t be like my father. Even after my mother betrayed him to his enemies, he refused to execute her.


    I had no such compulsions. My first order as King was to execute the traitor. I did it quietly. I didn''t want a further scandal. My father, however, couldn''t live without her and ended his life soon after. Good riddance. A king had to be strong. I was strong.


    "Be sure to alert me the moment she arrives," I commanded him.


    Foster bowed low. "As you wish, your Majesty."


    My wolf growled in my head. Unhappy with my thoughts. I didn''t care. When this female arrived, I''d reject her and be on my way.


    ''You are a fool!'' My wolf snarled in my head.


    ''And you''re weak,'' I snarled right back.


    ''She is out, mate. She will make us strong.''


    I snorted. ''She''s just another female. She''ll make us weak, then betray us.''


    My wolf made a sound of disgust and turned away from me, receding into the more primal recesses of my mind. That was good. I had work to do, and I didn''t want to argue with him.


    I finished up the last of my paperwork and left my office. I lived in the palace where my family had ruled for the past thousand years. It was a masterpiece of stone and glass. As opulent as any of the human palaces. My family legacy was the source of my pride. If I couldn''t reject her, then I would keep her for the pups. She was royalty, after all. At least our pups would have a pure bloodline.


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    As I strode down the polished marble corridor, I felt restless. Agitated. One maid knelt on all fours, scrubbing the floor. Her uniform barely covered her rump as she work. Yes. That''s what I needed. To show my fool of a wolf what females were for. He might recognize the female in the photo as our mate, but I never would. Now I''d prove it.


    I felt my wolf stir as I loomed over the maid. She noticed me at once and stood. She curtsied. "How may I serve your Majesty?"


    I lifted her up and threw her over my shoulder. She squeaked but didn''t struggle. Good girl.


    "Your Majesty?" Her voice quivered with apprehension.


    "Quiet. I''ll show you how you can serve me." I walked with a purposeful stride down the corridor to my chambers. I entered my rooms and deposited the maid on the wide four-poster bed. I could smell her fear and her arousal, and both gratified me. She enjoyed being handled roughly. Good, because I wasn''t a gentle lover.


    "Remove your clothes or I''ll rip them off," I ordered.


    She quickly stripped her uniform off. She faced away from me on all fours. A good little bitch. Walking towards the bed, I slid two fingers into her. Her pussy was sopping wet. There were females who joined the staff for the chance to sleep with me. She must be one of my groupies. I think that''s what the humans. Called them.


    She moaned but kept still, waiting for me to tell her what to do. A good submissive. I slapped her clit, and she cried out. Her breathing was harder now. I grabbed her by her throat and pulled her back against my front. She wiggled her ass against my erection. Good bitch. I pinched and twisted her clit until she came. A reward. I pressed her face into the mattress and unzipped my pants. My wolf was snarling and spitting at me. I took pleasure knowing I was tormenting him. I was in charge, not the animal. Me. Dimitri.


    I plunged my cock into the little maid. She screamed in pleasure and no doubt pain. I wasn''t small. There was an ongoing bet by the females in my pack to find a male who was bigger than me. The winner would win the pot. They''d yet to find him. The pit as I understood it had risen to several million.


    I smiled as I plowed into the maid, knowing that wouldn''t happen. That pot would go untouched for a long while. She cried out with my every thrust. I smiled savagely as I pounded into her over and over.


    Her cries grew louder as I plunged harder and harder, growing closer to my orgasm. With a howl, I pulled out of her and came on her ass. She was an obedient bitch, but she wasn''t worthy of having my pups. My pups would be pure-blooded.


    I slapped her ass and ordered her out. She quickly dressed and scurried from the room, her face red. Maybe with embarrassment or anger, I didn''t care which. My wolf was howling mournfully in my head. His pain and guilt made me smile.


    ''I told you. I will never accept this female you call mate. She can be my breeding bitch, but as soon as she arrives, I will make sure she knows her place.''


    He growled, and I could see the look of malevolence in his eyes. ''You will not harm our mate. I am not separate from you, fool. We are one. I am you! You are me! Idiot, you aren''t tormenting me. You''re tormenting yourself!''


    He severed our link and retreated into the depths of my soul. His words trouble me, but I refused to give them credence. If my father had used his logic instead of letting his beast rule him, he might not have lost his life and nearly lost his kingdom.


    I would be the stronger ruler. I wouldn''t let my wild nature dictate who I bred with and what I decide for the good of my kingdom.

 Chapter 3

    (Lily POV)


    I arrived in Paris looking bedraggled. My aunt was waiting for me, looking like a supermodel. She wore a ridiculous black, glittering dress that was so low it showed the edge of her navel and in her hand was a black, lace umbrella. I walked towards her, seeing her face light up with a bright smile.


    "Lilly, you look atrocious. It''s wonderful to see you." She led me to get my baggage, then led me to her limo and ushered me in.


    "We''re behind schedule, but I guess there is nothing that can be done about it. You are so cute, but you smell terrible, so we are going to the hotel right away and I want you to freshen up. Then we need to shop."


    I groaned and laid my head back against the loft leather headrest and closed my eyes, letting the bumpy ride calm my nerves. It had to be a little after lunch here, so it made sense that my aunt would want to go shopping, but I was exhausted, and I knew that there would be no hope of getting anything done until I got some sleep.


    We arrived at the hotel. It was big and fancy, with revolving glass doors. The lobby was massive and opulent, with plush sofas and armchairs for the guests to sit in. A bellhop escorted us to the penthouse. While my aunt directed the bellhops to organize things, as well as carry in all the luggage, my single bag and her seventeen. I went straight to the bathroom, turned on the large Jacuzzi tub, and took a gloriously hot bath. I must have fallen asleep in the tub. Because when I opened my eyes, my aunt was staring down at me and the water was freezing. I shivered from both her stare and the water, before standing up and quickly toweling off.


    "I forgot humans get jet lag." She rubbed the bridge of her nose and slumped down in the chair in my room. "I''m trying, Lilly, but you are going to have to work with me here. We only have a few days to get you six months'' worth of clothing."


    I put on a pair of jeans, a black bra, and a white tank top, then sat on the bed. I looked out the window, feeling overwhelmed. No one seemed to care that my entire life had just been uprooted, that I went from a happy American teenager who had just graduated to a European werewolf king''s betrothed. I sighed and turned back to my Aunt whose desperate look had disappeared and turned into serious calculations.


    Her eyes roamed my body, and suddenly I felt the need to cover myself with my blanket. Before I could manage it my aunt had me out of the bed and was observing me entirely from head to toe.


    She grabbed a handful of my hair and scrunched it, watching it drop and spring back in soft curls. "What is going on with your hair?"


    "What?" I ran my fingers through it, trying to untangle the drying curls.


    "It''s wild and undignified. You should straighten it." She told me.


    "I like my hair just as it is." Not like straitening it would change anything.


    My Aunt ignored me and stared straight at my breast. She leaned forward and squeezed them softly. She lifted them and released them. Again, soft and bouncy, I wanted to die. She glared at me through narrowed eyes. "Strip to your bra and panties."


    When I hesitated, she barked a loud "now," snapping me into action. I stripped quickly and stood feeling more like meat on the market than a person as my aunt poked and pinched and grabbed different parts of my body. Finally, she stood back with a smug look on her face. "Your mother failed to tell me how voluptuous you were."


    I dropped my eyes. "Yeah, I know I''m fat."


    My Aunt scoffed, "Voluptuous is not fat darling. It''s a popular human trend that your body type is very desirable."


    "Yeah, for a human," I muttered and pulled my clothes back on.


    "Yes, for a human. It''s a popular trend among our kind too." My aunt became distracted when she answered her cell phone. She said "Our Kind," It was probably a slip of the tongue, but I wished it was the case. I wished more than anything that I had a wolf of my own.


    "Hello? Yes, we will be there shortly." She hung up the phone and turned back to me. "We have dinner reservations. Please tell me you have a dress."


    I sighed and dug through the bag I had packed and pulled out a bright yellow dress and put it on quickly. It was a sundress, but it was the only dress I had. The little flowers smiled up at me and when I turned to see my aunt. She was wincing so hard you would have thought I had just stabbed her.


    "I should have known. It just had to be Yellow. And are those smiling flowers?"


    I shrugged and looked down at my dress. "It''s all I have."


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    She sighed. "I suppose it could be worse. Come along dear, dinner awaits."


    Dinner was a very silent affair with my aunt, greeting different men, some humans, some vampires, and most were werewolves. They all asked about me and after being told my name, the vampires scoffed, then retreated, making my aunt more and more irritated by the end of the meal.


    Vamps were pretentious. Well, not all of them. But the ones here certainly were. Vampires and werewolves had a tenuous peace. For the pale jerks to snub my aunt to a member of royalty. They either had a death wish or they were sure of themselves.


    But my aunt had too much class to make a scene. We ate our food and made small talk with whoever came along.


    Later, when we were in the car, she turned abruptly to me. "This dress is getting burned when we get back, understand?"


    I looked at her, aghast. "But it''s the only one I have."


    "You will have more by tomorrow evening. No more yellow, it''s. atrocious, You look like you''re here to compete in the Miss Idaho darling pageant or whatever. It''s embarrassing."


    I bit my lip and looked away, watching the scenery pass by without really looking at it. I had embarrassed yet another relative, one I had only known for less than a day. It seemed hopeless. My mood was darkening. I wondered if not for the first time if it would have been better if I had died. Werewolf pups were very rough. They constantly wrestled and fought for dominance. Injuries sustained during their play would heal in minutes. Being human, any injuries I would have received would have been fatal. On one occasion, I nearly lost my life. Some of them didn''t mean to hurt me so badly and others did. Prompted by their families to do so.


    My life brought shame to my family and now I would be despised by yet another member. Dear sweet moon goddess above, can''t you show me some mercy?


    "I''m sorry Lilly."


    I turned back to my aunt and saw her looking at me sadly. "There is a lot going on and your father sent you to me because he believed you would have the best fighting chance with me. I look at you in your little yellow dress, and I feel like I may not even succeed."


    "I don''t want to marry Dimitri. Why is it so important that I marry him?"


    My aunt took a deep breath and then released it. "It isn''t just about you marrying the King, Lilly. I''m sure your parents left all the explaining up to me."


    "I guess. Because I don''t understand."


    My aunt made a face and muttered under her breath before turning back to me. "First, what you need to know is that for six months you will be courting the king, along with two other girls."


    I was stunned. I didn''t know there was going to be a competition. My heart raced faster in hope. All Damien had to do was reject me and then presto, I got my life back.


    "I will live with you. This puts you at a disadvantage because the two other girls will be seen as strong and independent. I am afraid you will be viewed as weak."


    "Then why live with me? Why do I have to compete? I thought I was already betrothed?"


    "Obvious reasons being you''re human and far more fragile than the other two. You are engaged to him. You''re the only legitimate match. But when you were born and news of your status reached the other noble packs in the kingdom, the two most powerful betrothed their daughters as well. While You are betrothed, he can still choose another mate. Technically."


    She shifted uncomfortably as the limo stopped in front of the hotel, but she didn''t move to get out.


    "There is another reason, isn''t there?"


    My Aunt nodded, "I''m there also to make sure you stay alive. It wouldn''t be out of the question for the other betrothed to kill off the weak little human to better their chances. Remember, you have the true legitimate claim to him."


    "I might not live through this, then." I shuddered at the thought. I felt relief rather than fear. I could just let one of the other females take him off my hands and I could go back to living a happy human life.


    "But don''t you worry dear, I am here for you. And our first order of business is to investigate the competition and develop a strategy accordingly." And with that, she flung open the car door and got out, practically skipping as she went inside.


    The next morning was spent out on the patio. My aunt placed a set of photos in front of me on top of my coffee and pointed to it. The photo was split into three sections, each holding a photo of three very beautiful women, all my age or close to it.


    The first had long black hair, very much like my mother''s, except it was cut with razor bangs and she was pale with almond eyes. The first woman had a small nose and very narrow lips.


    The second had a long nose with thin full lips and honeydew eyes. Her hair was long, rich auburn. Both women had lean figures, and both looked far prettier than me.


    "That is your competition. The first woman, Yuki, is from Japan. Exotic, seeing as she''s among the last of the Japanese shifters. She''ll be your biggest competition. The second woman is Elizabeth, she''s British. distant cousin to the royal family. Both these women know proper werewolf etiquette and they are from noble, or in Elizabeth''s case, royal blood. "


    I tugged on a chestnut curl and frowned. " When you are introduced to the King, as well as the council, you must wear something revealing."


    I choked on my coffee, spending a few minutes coughing before I croak out, "What?"


    My Aunt sighed and looked down as if asking for help, "The council and the king will have to see your body. It used to be that you would be naked. But thanks to modern trends, transparent lingerie is in style."


    "But why?" I screeched. It was bad enough that I had to be mated to him. Now I would have to be ogled by him and his cronies, too?


    "Tradition to see if you have any defects. Noble and royal bloodlines keep it in the family too much. Inbreeding is a serious problem. The rulers of our kind have never tolerated inbreeding. The worst cases could be identified by bodily defects. If there were no defects, then the mating would happen."


    Never in my life did I actually wish I had a hump or some kind of growth. Despite my curves and plump figure, my skin was smooth and unblemished. At least the other two would have to strip as well. It was a minor comfort.


    "Now!" My Aunt stood up and ushered me back into my room to quickly change into a light dress of black that she must have bought last night while I slept. She circled me and nodded approvingly. "Perfection. I took your measurements while you slept and had my personal designer make this dress for you. Come on, time to find you something to were for your royal interview." She wrapped an arm around my waist and ushered me out of the penthouse.