How come I got a playboy for a mate?

Chapter Two

Mason POV

Another long day of meeting and being polite to another load of women I have no interest in, it is so boring.

I had heard the order dad had given, that every un-mated she-wolf would be paraded through the castle, like a beauty pageant, and with each girl that arrived, my mother’s hopes rose, that one would be a mate for at least one of her son’s and take another off the market and out of the spotlight of our nightlife and the wrong type of public notice.

The public seemed to thrive on knowing which woman I had taken out that night, and if they had gone home with me, or I had taken them to a hotel, regardless of what people thought, I had not bedded as many as the reporters had made out, and some girls had lied, just to get the notoriety, I had never corrected the reports, and that is why were are now stuck with this constant parade of woman if I had stopped the false reports years ago, maybe I would not be in this situation.

It made me sick, at how some of the women dressed up. For this 'meet the prince' event Mother had organized.

If I was going out on a date or taking them to bed. Maybe I could have accepted the long gowns or even the over-made-up faces, with too much perfume, but this almost made me gag. I had liked the woman I had been with in the past. For the simple reason, I had picked them out, as they did not look like an over-eager girl for me to accept them or bed them, or try to smother me with their strong perfume. The girls smelt of desperation and need. I don’t think I could smell many that were still virtuous, and considering how many women have passed through our doors, that is a sad reflection of today’s acceptance, that we do not wait for our mates anymore. All of us have had our share of dating or bedding women and have actually shared the same woman, though that does not happen often anymore.

It was embarrassing, when a she-wolf walked in, and it was one I had been out with already, and I had pretended not to know her, and politely greeted her and hoped she did not reveal we had already met.

Mum realized a couple of times that I knew a she-wolf, but having taken a girl out does not mean I had bedded her. I have said this before and I will say it again, I have not had that many women. My playboy image is overrated. Though I won’t tell my mother that. You have to keep up appearances, even if they are false.

Some of the she-wolves were actually quite nice. We talked and walked along the gardens, to mother’s delight, and then her eyes dimmed as she realized they were not my mate.

Michael liked the twins. Now, what were their names?

Oh, that is right, Silvia and Sheila. Michael said he would mind taking them both and having some fun. Out of all us brothers, Michael is the real playboy and deserves the title, and he can’t understand why we are not more like him. Silvia and Sheila were dressed like ladies of the night, their skirts so short, you had trouble not seeing their panties. When they bend forward just a little, their breasts, almost, fall out of the top of their shirts. They really did look cheap, and I was so glad that neither were my mates.

‘Today is the last of the deadline your father gave. Tomorrow, we will have a list of young she-wolves who have chosen, for whatever reason, not to attend the order, to meet and greet you lads. Now go rest and do not. Go out. You are all confined to the castle from now on, and until I say you can go out. If you leave for any reason, without my permission, your allowance will be cut off. I am over you boys bringing a bad repute to my home.’ Mum growled, and I wondered if she really would cut us off. I, for one, was not going to do anything to test her threat. I need my allowance. I am saving it up secretly. I have plans, and they do not have anything to do with staying here at the castle.

A few days later, we were called to the boardroom, to discuss the list of young she-wolves not attended so far.

‘Tomorrow, I will send out some guards who will be collecting these young she-wolves. I want you all to be ready to meet them when they arrive. You will not behave like animals, and you will not do what you did last time, Michael. The pool changing rooms are for people to change into their swimming attire, and not for making out with our guests. Do I make myself clear? Michael?’ mother growled lowly; I am not sure how she found out about Michael's little romp in the changing rooms.

The next morning, bright and early, we ate in silence. Well, what I mean, I was not talking. My mother did not stop her constant chatter about how she would find our mates if it was the last thing she ever did. We were her life’s goal. Go find us a mate and get us tied down. I don’t want to be tied down here, Mother has smothered us long enough. Why do you think we have been going out and enjoying life’s little pleasures because none of us want to be home?

In the throne room, we all sat waiting for the she-wolves to be dragged in. To me, the throne room was the coldest room in the castle.

A girl was brought into the room, she was crying and did not want to be there, she had a boyfriend and did not want one of us to be her mate, and thankfully none of us were.

That was similar to the next girl and the following one said she preferred girls and if one of us was her mate, she would reject us.

Just as I was about to ask Mother if we could stop for the day, we had seen ten girls, and I was bored and hungry and then another she-wolf was escorted in.

However, the moment this one walked in, with her head held high and full of confidence, and her scent hit my nose, that was the moment I knew that she was my mate, her hair was long and dark brown, and she had little sparkling clips in her hair, she had on jeans and a T-shirt and no makeup and to my surprise her feet were bare.

She took one glance at me and her eyes widened, and then, to my surprise, her face fell and a sort of sadness fell over her. She looked back to Dad and Mum and never turned to me again.