Rejected by My Royal Mate

Ch 1- Reject or Accept

-Alyna-

Kisses like nectar, but I knew it might soon become poison.

The possibility that this was the last time we would kiss was high. I could sense his warring emotions, even as his lips plundered, searched inside the depth of my mouth. His hands were seeking my body, my burning skin, my soft nakedness, while his mind was stuck on the same question.

Reject or Accept?

Let go or hold on?

The million dollar question.

Deep in my gut, I knew the answer, but his lips, the soft, plump lips on me were making me lose my head. I was weak with need, pulled in the hurricane of his passion. I couldn't move or look away from him. Frozen in time. Stuck in space. I was floating in the pleasure his solid male body elicited in me.

Maybe I deserved to be broken for being such a needy b.itch. He touched my breast and my stomach clenched.

He was my poison. He had always been, even before I knew he was my mate.

I had just found that he was my mate yesterday during my birthday, which was, like every other birthday, a freaking disaster.

But I had loved the prince for forever. For as long as I could remember.

I had grown up in the royal palace with him, and he had always been my one dream that would never come true.

He was so handsome, and for tonight he was mine. Mostly, only tonight.

His soft lips were pressed against me, as his tongue licked, teased, tasted everything it could. He bit my lips softly, ordering an entrance. There was no pleading in his vocabulary. And he always got what he wanted. He wanted me. For now.

But for forever? Could he take that chance on me? Could he give me that?

For a prince, a girl like me would be a burden. But I still hoped with everything in me that he would choose me over everything. That he would choose to be with me, because we were mates, because a part of his soul was buried in me, and a part of mine was buried in him.

But it was not that simple.

He pushed his hand into my shirt, teasing my naked skin.

The dragon prince knew how to play a woman's body. Like a master sculptor, or a pianist.

Of course. After years of practice with so many women, how could he not!?

He was kissing another woman, when I found out that he was my mate. I had followed the trail as my body pulled me along, and then our eyes met... his eyes widened as he stood frozen, his lips glued to her lips. Riya Emerson, the perfect girl. She was his longest relationship yet.

He was twenty-two, but only when both the mates reached the mateable age could they sense each other. It was a surprise that we sensed each other though... Even now, even as I was kissing him, it was like a strange faraway dream, that would soon become a nightmare.

I smiled a little as I looked into his eyes. Those fire blue eyes. They always took my breath away. They were now dark and dangerous, darkened in his lust for me.

Whatever his brain was telling him, his body was objecting to it.

Of course, the pull of the bond was stronger than his own indecision. For now, he had decided he wanted me, my body, and like a pathetic i***t I was, I hung on to his strong shoulders, wishing, praying that he would not let me fall.

The fall would break me. I am already barely complete. Years of mockery and bullying and without a dragon... I was only half of who I was supposed to be.

He pulled my dress off of my body and his eyes scanned me up and down, as a soft moan left his lips. I wanted to cover myself, but his eyes ordered me to stay put. A gasp escaped my lips when he touched my hard nip.ple with a finger. He rubbed it softly over and over, until I was shuddering from the pleasure of it.

He pulled me closer to him and started rubbing my breasts together and then he cupped them with his hands. He grunted and cursed out as he bent down and he started to suckle on my nip.ples. He bit, licked, pinched, rolled. He did it relentlessly, as if he was possessed by the God of lust, as if he couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to.

One, then the next and back to the first. He did it until I felt like I was melting from his ministrations. Until I felt like my blood was simmering with lust.

My panties, the lace ones, my best friend had gifted me for my birthday, was already soaked with my arousal. It was a costly s**t, and now it was ruined.

His claws started to grow out and he dragged one sharp nail down my abdomen, down my belly button and then he tore my panties off my wet, sticky p.ussy. His sharp claw dragged a line down there, where I was already leaking.

"You are so f*cking wet for me." His voice was a dark rumble. There was nothing sexier than that. "What do you want me to do for you? Do you want to let my dragon eat you until we are not hungry anymore?"

I trembled. Anything. Everything.

It was so strange to me. Nobody had ever talked like that to me.

His eyes flamed, as I saw his tail coming around me. Scaly, blue and white. He wrapped his tail around my back, keeping me in place as he bent down and peppered soft kisses along my neck, down my breasts.

He softly massaged my shoulders, his fingers teasingly soft, and it was so hard for me not to moan out loud.

But my moan must have been his wake-up call. He jerked back away from me as if I was made of fire. Even if I was, he could take it, because he was an Ice dragon.

He scanned me with regret in his eyes.

Oh. OH!

The clock had stuck twelve, and this Cinderella must go home, or he would turn into a dragon. A pumpkin would have been less cowardly!

He wouldn't break the traditions, he wouldn't fight for me, fight for half his soul that I carried in me. He wouldn't find my shoes and come for me. The shoes probably wouldn't even fit me, anyways.

My crystal dreams broke, but my eyes refused to shed tears.

The f*cking dragon gave me an apologetic smile, that was a shade on the side of pity. Hatred pulsed inside me, along with anger.

I wanted to scream. Kick.

Disappointment and rejection and desperation were not new to me. I had cried so much that I was almost out of tears by now. Twenty years of crying was too much.

The first disappointment came when I was sixteen and I couldn't find my dragon's fiery soul. She was nowhere to be found.

I waited for my dragon to come to me, everyday, for one month. I begged, I prayed, I made blood sacrifices. I would stand under the rising sun, begging the sun God... in the heat, sweating, crying, burning. Nothing worked.

My dragon never came, though. Maybe I was too weak for her powerful body.

Now I was twenty, the age a dragon would find a mate, and I didn't expect to find a mate, but I had found my mate. He wasn't going to stay, though. He would run now.

"Prince Theoden?" I looked into his eyes. The fire in his eyes had rested into a soft glow. He looked regretful, eyes softly shadowed by his helpless sympathy.

Chilly wind caressed my naked skin and I shuddered. He picked up the dress from the floor and handed it to me, his eyes deliberately averted from mine. He was not man enough to even look at me?!

I didn't take the dress from him. My fingers were trembling and I didn't want to give it away.

Please Earth, open up and eat me whole.

"I- meet me tomorrow in the Elders court."

I nodded, my eyes indifferent. I had mastered the art of steely-eyed glances.

I didn't have anything more to say. I might be a cursed one, but I wasn't the begging type. Even when people kicked me, bullied me for being a dragonless dragon, I hid every tear, every scream.

He gave me a hesitant look.

"It is- I need a strong woman to rule the Kingdom, Alyna. I am going to be the king soon, and my kingdom needs me, especially with the constant threat from Romano." He looked apologetic. He was not a bad man, he was just a helpless coward who couldn't break the rules, or break others' expectations.

Romano was the tyrant ruler of the Iron Empire of Eithon, and he was a dark necromancer and mage, and he had been eyeing Lumene for its wealth and endless affluence. Yes, our kingdom was one of the most prospering, thriving kingdoms in the Eastern realm.

"Yes, Prince Theoden."

"Alyna?"

"Yes?"

"I am sorry." He looked at me for one last time, and he shook his head as he opened the door.

I sat down, and I felt my chest ripping open and my heart tearing out. I sat there for the whole night, and cried out the remaining tears.

I am out of tears now!

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PS; The FL would not be kind, understanding or f*cking weak and take all the beatings like a good girl. Of course, she will have her weak moments, but she will also give as much as she gets. And she will grow from who she was at the beginning.

The book is also rated 18+ for graphic contents, s*x, viol*nce and gore. There might also be a few occasions of s*x with different men.

But it will also be funny in a twisted way, lighthearted sometimes and adventerous. Readers discretion advised!!!