Wrapped in his sheets

"SEB!! Why on Earth are you still sleeping?" a very annoying voice, kept buzzing around. "And who is this woman? Father told you not to d-...." I zoned him out like usual, to enjoy the remaining moments of my beautiful sleep. My happiness was short-lived, as he pushed over the curtains, letting in blinding light. I groaned and attempted to turn over, when I felt small dainty hands over my torso. I blinked open my eyes, only to find one of our new maids sleeping quite peacefully beside me. I looked up towards my brother, only to find him giving me a distasteful look. Of course, he has already found his soulmate, a decade ago. Which is why he has no idea how I feel. These girls are just a way to fulfill the void inside me, which only my soulmate can fulfill. It just feels good, to be wanted, to be remembered, because Goddess Selene, sure has forgotten to bestow a soulmate upon me. It has been half a century since I turned twenty one, yet no one. And today is just one of those days, where people from all over the world come to celebrate my birthday with me, every one hoping to be my mate, or hoping their daughters or sisters to be my soulmate. These people are really desperate. They think that maybe the next year, these same people may be my soulmate. Like Christian says, desperateness makes people loose their common sense. That reminds me, Christian is still in my room, waiting for me to say something. When he noticed that I was not going to say anything, he let out a loud huff of breath. "For the sake of the goddess, Seb, you are the crown prince of the werewolves. You really need to get your act right. Father is not very happy with men and women leaving your room every morning. And mama, although she showers you with love, she is tired of this too." he said. He wasn't wrong, he just doesn't understand anymore. A decade ago, he led the same lifestyle, and now the thought of someone else, other than Bree is nauseating to him. Him leading the same lifestyle a few years back, is also the reason why father sends him to make me reason. After all father and mama were childhood friends, and found each other on mama's twenty first birthday. After fifteen more minutes of Chris trying to make me see reason, I got up to get ready for the day. When I came back out after taking a bath, I found Chris, still there, sitting on the couch beside the balcony. The maid from last night was no where to be found. "Where are your maids, Seb?" Chris asked. "I have told every one, a thousand times, that I do not need people to help me dress up." I replied nonchalantly. It was true, I was no longer a child. I looked at the outfit laid by Chris on my bed. He had good choice, I would give him that. The outfit consisted of a black silk shirt with frills, a black waistcoat, a full-skirted knee-length coat, and pants. Getting ready and styling my hair for the day, I headed towards the dining room for breakfast, not before checking the clock. Chris followed me, grumbling about almost missing breakfast. I did not tell him to keep me company. As soon as I entered the room, all eyes trained on me. I simply went to mama and kissed her cheeks, and sat on the empty chair beside Bree. Chris groaned at that, while Bree laughed at her soulmate's tactics. Bree was my friend before she became my little brother's soulmate. Chris had gone over to stay with our grandparents, for a few years, when Bree turned of age. So I met her first, so I have full right to sit beside her. Breakfast went pretty good, if we leave out a sulking Chris. Chris was always the childish one in the family. After all he was pampered by all, even me. He is seven years younger to me. He was a miracle baby. We royals are the only werewolves who are immortal. Being immortal comes with good and bad consequences. The bad consequences being unable to reproduce. It is extremely rare to have more than one child. My parents had me two centuries after they mated with each other. So imagine the shock my parents had when they had Chris. After breakfast, father called both of us in his office. When we got there, we saw him already sitting in his chair. For some one who is more than three hundred years old, he sometimes looks younger than us. We stop aging after twenty five, in some cases twenty six. My father is a handsome man. Raven hair barely touching his shoulders, chiseled jaw, with a small stubble, blue azure eyes highlighting his looks more. Chris was a exact replica of him except for his eyes. He got mama's warm brown eyes. Me on the other hand got all my looks from mama. Auburn hair, sharp cheekbones, sharp jawline and blue azure eyes. We discussed mainly about rogues attacking packs, alphas of neighboring packs, revolts from packs, etc. . THREE HUNDRED YEARS LATER ( Present Day) . "SEB!! Why on Earth are you still sleeping?" a very annoying voice, kept buzzing around. "And who is this woman? Dad told you not to d-...." I zoned him out like usual, to enjoy the remaining moments of my beautiful sleep. Some things never change. It's been centuries, but Chris never forgets to be the one to wake me up on my birthday. Mainly to lecture me, but also to wish me. Hearing him, I turned around to find the woman, a human, sleeping peacefully. "Where is Aiden?" I asked Chris. "Aiden who?" he asked back. "Her twin" I said, pointing to the girl beside me. It was common of me to have more than one person for a night. I liked experimenting. These girls by the way, have become much clingier over the years. After making the girl leave, Chris, started telling me today's plan. My mind zoned out Chris' voice once again as I kept thinking about my life. Every year a big party would be planned, which reduced to a night out over the last few decades. I have started giving up hope. Who knows, my soulmate might be dead by now, in fact I was sure of it. We immortals have their soulmates within the first century. Even my parents have given up. I can feel their mood shift every time they see me. Dad with remorse, mama with sympathy. It has been so long that I do not even have the urge to snap for receiving sympathy. It pains me every time I think that the one person made for me is probably dead. Only Chris and Bree has hope, their reasoning being that, if the soulmate dies, even before meeting, our wolves go crazy. That part is true, although I am immortal, and something like this has happened for the first time with us royals. After breakfast I head towards my father's office to discuss few issues relating the revolts. Within seconds of me entering, Chris enters, cheeks flushed, hair disarray. I could very well understand what went over, and the smirk on my father's face said he understood every thing as well. He then cleared his throat to gain our attention. " There are relatively less rogue attacks, but Alpha Charles from the Ceaser Pack has recently passed away, and his only son Alpha Arlo has taken over. Unlike his father, he is not a kind man. His father had him sent away when he was just twelve, which led just hostility in him" Dad sighed. "Why would his father sent him away?" Chris asked, while I looked towards dad, waiting for him to continue. "The rogue attack, a few years back, killed his mother and the late Alpha Charles' soulmate. Apparently, Alpha Arlo, even at that young age resembled his mother a lot, both physically and emotionally. Hence he sent him off to his in-laws to be trained." Dad replied. I have never met my soulmate, but I can imagine a little how it feels to lose your one true love. One's soulmate is the most precious thing for a wolf. Most wolves go crazy after losing their mates. So I do feel him. Yet your pup is a living form of your love, equally precious to a wolf. I do understand him, but what he did was unjustifiable. "Anyways., so what is it that Alpha Arlo wants now?" I ask dad. "He wants to finish off all rogues, good or bad." Dad said tired. The tiredness seeping through his voice. It's not easy to run a kingdom for so many years. I have told him a million times, to hand over the kingdom to Chris, as I cannot be a king without my soulmate. But Chris on the other hand, has no interest in being a king. He still wants me to find my partner and take the throne. To be honest I think he is simply being lazy. After discussing few options, one including me visiting the pack, Chris and I left the office and parted our own ways. The party wasn't until later, so I plenty of time to myself. I indulged most of the time with paper works to help dad. Not realizing when I fell asleep, when I woke up, it was time for me to get ready. I picked myself a maroon silk shirt, and paired it with black trousers and black formals. I slipped on my watch, gelled my hair to the back, put a sleek chain around my neck, and got out of my room. Bree was already their wearing a beige dress. It was hugging her figure well and was backless, which meant Chris had no idea about it. "Chris doesn't know what you are wearing right? I mean you look gorgeous, but he would go crazy at the thought of other unmated wolves in the club." I told her, holding in a chuckle. "He has been like that since the incident with those unmated alphas." She heaved a sigh. I do remember that incident. It was Bree's birthday, and we had gone to a nightclub just like today. Unfortunately a group of unmated alphas, kept on continuously on Bree. In fact when Chris and I went to get drinks for the whole group, leaving Bree alone, they tried to hit on Bree. I have never seen Chris like that. Long story short, it was a bloodbath, and both of us got into a lot of trouble with dad. He was furious with us for days, although he knew he would have done the same with mama. Since then he freaks out whenever Bree's clothes show skin. It's not that he minds, it's just that we get into a lot of trouble. Bree is worth it, but it leads to a lot revolts from small packs. Surprisingly Chris did not freak out or even comment on the dress, except telling her she looks gorgeous, which made Bree and I share a look. "Where are the rest?" I asked Chris while diving, with Bree in the passenger seat. "Mateo and Lisa are already in the club, Susie is running late, but will be there by eleven, Sophie and Carla are on the way over there with us, and Czar landed two hours back, so he should be there in another hour." Bree informed me. Traffic was better than most days. I couldn't help but let my thoughts drift. Something in the air was telling me that this day would go either very good, or go terrible. Like something big was going to happen. I couldn't hold in my excitement as we entered the club. My heart was beating loud and fast. Sweat trickling down my forehead. I was getting hyped up, for probably no reason. We went directly to the VIP section, where, Mateo, Lisa and Czar were already present. We sat down, and the waitress served us our regulars while we waited for the rest to come. To pass some time I started irritating Mateo. "Lisa you look hotter with each passing day. Are you sure I'm not your soulmate?" I asked Lisa, who just laughed at my tactics. Mateo looked at me with a playful rage. Over the years, every one is habituated to me. Although Lisa did look good, as always, in the black strapless dress, which reached mid-thigh, her platinum blond hair in a sleek pony. Overall she looked hot along with elegant. The way I behaved with all the girls, people would think, I have something for them, but no, they are nothing more than sisters to me. I met Mateo and Lisa, half a century ago. They were both being killed by Lisa's pack, as Mateo was human. Lisa's pack was extremely conservative, and thought a human mate was a punishment from the Gods. The ruling king can cure people with his or her blood. Almost like those blood suckers. Our blood can also be used like that, only we don't feed on people like those filthy blood suckers. It is a secret kept from the rest of the world that the blood of the royals, can cure and change them. If leaked, revolts and attacks on us would increase. Sophie and Carla are twins, and also my cousins. Czar and Susie were turned. Except Mateo, Lisa, Chris and Bree, all of us were unmated. It was almost midnight when an intoxicating smell hit my senses. It was strong enough to weaken my knees. It smelt like my favorites, coconut mixed with wet soil. Usually, both the smells mixed would be a devastating combination, yet this smell was anything but. I had heard mama tell me thousands of time, that the smell of your soulmate is of your favorite things combined. I rushed out of the VIP sector. I kept following the smell and was met with a broad back. A sexy back. Muscles trying to tear out of his black shirt. He wasn't extremely, muscular, but looked definitely stronger than me. Although I have royal blood so I would beat his ass. My wolf kept jumping up inside me, screaming 'mate'. He had a powerful aura around him, which means he is an alpha. His shoulders stiffen, which means he has sensed my presence. I couldn't hold my excitement, yet I waited for him to turn around. I have never been this excited for anything in my life. But fate wasn't with me. Without turning back, he rushed out of the club, as if running away from me. Leaving me all alone, and once again I was alone. I had followed him out, but he had already hoped on his motorcycle and left.