NOT ENOUGH
1114 Words
DOMINIQUE'S P.O.V
That female.
I can't get her out of my head. She invades my thoughts when I least expect it. Her waist length curly black hair. Her wide hips that's made just to support a child, those thick fleshy thighs, my c**k pulses when I think of how she'll taste when I nibble on it.
And those breasts, f**k, goddess knows what I want to do to them.
Just the thought of her makes me shiver in delight and my beast purr. I want to know if her eyes are as captivating as she is, I know she's beautiful even if I have not seen her face. But I also can't deny that feeling.
The scent of roses and rain that trails behind her when she moved is just mouth watering. However I can't keep letting thoughts of her dominate my mind when I need to find my mate. It makes me feel like an asshole, to want someone who is not mine. To even think of someone who is not my mate makes me feel guilty. I'm hoping to find her amongst the wolves at the ball tonight.
I need my mate to find release, but that's not the main reason why I want to find her, I also need her to fill the space in my heart and my soul that needs it's other half. I forced myself to stop thinking of being with her when I couldn't find her. It was the only way for me to stay sane. But it's obvious I want keep that up.
Today, it's required of me to wear a royal blue robe. I don't know why mother brought up these colour codes for different occasions, it's not needed. But the Queen gets what the Queen wants. Father would never deny her anything, if it's in his power to give to her, he will.
Getting ready by yourself is not as bad as my brothers make it seem to be. I don't want just any hands on me, it makes me edgy to think that the one touching me and helping me out, even though I don't need it, might not be a friend but a foe. I don't know which one wants my downfall, so I do it myself.
The party is taking place in the ballroom, I can hear the slow music from here.The prince of the night has to start the dance for everyone else to follow.
I will need to choose a partner from the crowd since I won't be going with one. A male or female depending on my preference.
The look on my mom's face and her questions just makes me smirk at the thought of causing a scene by dancing with a male.
They will accept if that's what I prefer, but they will still be shocked.
On my way to the ballroom, I pass by hallways with paintings of the Royal family hanging on the wall. From the first generation of Royals till now. It makes me think just how favoured I am to be born into this family. Not because of the power, but because we don't let the power corrupt us.
A guard announces my presence when I reach the ballroom. The room falls silent and all heads turn to me as I enter the room.
The masked ball was my idea, I enjoy being a mystery to the people, and going anywhere without there being a fuss because of my identity.
My eyes are my only facial features that shows. The music begins to play again after everyone bows to pays respect to me, apart from the Royal family.
They all pave way for me to the center of the room. Women are dressed in their best apparels to draw my attention, but I have no interest in any of them. I search through the crowd to find the familiar face of Nebula to commence the dance with.
I might not be attracted to her like before, but better someone I know than a stranger. She's in a black body fitting dress, even tho there is nothing to show, with a silver mask. She's just way too slim. She doesn't eat properly because she doesn't want to gain unnecessary weight. For a lycan with very potent genes, she's too insecure with her body sometimes. There's just this appeal in knowing that your woman has an appetite.
It's rather beautiful.
I walk towards her in slow steady steps as expected of a royal, then extend a hand out to her when I'm only a step from her, I know she won't refuse, she's just too desperate for any form of attention from me.
With a victorious smile, she places her small hand and lean fingers in mine and takes the last step into my arms. I then take her to the dance floor.
I no longer find her in my arms appealing, she doesn't seem to fit there again. Her body feels too small for me now. Too light, I'm sure the wind can just carry her away.
My left hand goes around her slim waist, my right hand holds on to her left hand. We begin to dance to the slow music after her right hand takes its place on my shoulder.
I feel the burning sensation of her stare, but I can't even spare her a glance when all that clouds my mind is the curly black hair of a certain tanned skin girl.
"Why did you leave like that, without finishing what you started?" she asks in a whisper, drawing my attention to her. Her hands hold on tighter onto my shoulders as if in fear of me slipping through her slim fingers.
"This is not the right place or time to be talking about this issue, Nebula" I whisper back to her, looking into her sad, disappointed eyes with a scowl on my face.
It's not my intention to sound insensitive. But she knows the kind of 'relationship' we have, she knows thhat I was never hers to begin with.
"Yes, sire" she whispers, and moves her eyes to my chest, avoiding my gaze.
The dance floor begins to fill with Partners who were waiting for me to initiate the party.
Not at all feeling like dancing...especially with Nebula.
Her light weight irritates me, the feel of her hands on me makes my beast snarl with distaste and clear agitation.
I excuse myself when my beast starts clawing at the surface of my skin, to be let out to eliminate the one he deems a threat.
I take a glass half filled with wine from a servant, with a swig of the alcohol, I begin the hunt for my mate.
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