A MOTHER'S GIFT.
1126 Words
~DOMINIQUE~
I stroll through the crowd, passing by council members, wolves of high status and commoners alike, every single one of them in their masks. In order to increase the chance of finding my mate, everyone in the kingdom was expected to come. I stop by different groups and engage in small conversations while looking at them in the eye, all with the hope of finding the one. Some shy away from me, but it doesn't matter because they are not who i'm looking for.
So far there has been no luck. It feels like what happened 153 years ago is repeating itself, I'm chasing my tail. And that feeling is depressing. I never wanted to feel that way again. The depression and inadequacy I felt when I could not find her. That's why I decided to wait for her to come me. But I guess I have to resume my search for her.
So many females with perfumes that are too strong for any wolve's sensitive nose and clothes that barely cover their assets, try to get my attention but to no avail. None of them is who I'm here for.
A hand I recognize all too well even just by touch, pulls me to a stop by the shoulder, I nonchalantly turn around and come face to face with my two brothers, both in silver masks that cover only half of their faces.
"You seriously couldn't stop yourself this year too, could you Dom?" Micca's smart mouth says, clearly amused. I look to his left to see a female dressed in a sea blue sleeveless dress holding onto his right elbow.
" And you couldn't keep your hands to yourself this year too." I state.
"What can I say, the ladies get what the ladies want." he says, then smiles my way before planting a kiss on the overly excited female's lips.
"Why does it look like you're looking for something, brother?" Lucian asks, after taking a sip of his wine. Always the perceptive one.
"Because I am" I answer, then down the glass of wine and take another from a servant.
The scent of roses and rain caresses my nostrils, reminding me of a certain black haired female.
She's here. I look to my right and find her with a tray of half filled wine glasses, with her head bowed as always.
It's very disturbing how she bows to everyone.
"And what might it be?" Micca draws my attention from her to his annoying self with the question.
"My mate." I whisper then turn to walk towards the female who has not only captivated me, but my beast too. I'm certain my brothers heard me alright.
She hands over a glass to a council member I recognize from the courtroom once, I exchange my now empty glass with a filled one when I pass by her, taking in her sweet smell that makes me a little light headed.
I see how they looks at her, like a freshly killed deer, and that makes me wanna gouge their eyes out.
I make my way to the buffet table without a single glance at the desperate women here, then take a seat with the fruity wine in my hands.
My eyes follow her every move as I take small sips of it. The sway of her wide hips with ever step she takes.
Her ass when it shakes with each movement. I can't help but wonder how it will jiggle with every thrust when I take her from behind. The swell of her breast that can't be contained in the knee length cream dress all servants wear. I don't like seeing her in a servants dress...it's infuriating.
She's thick in all the right places, from her breast to her calf, with a slim waist that highlights the rest of her shape.
Thinking of how it will feel like to bite the place where her neck and shoulder meets, makes my already semi erect d**k stand completely at attention, and my balls ready to combust and let out my imprisoned juice. My beast growls in approval of my thoughts.
I turn to my left when I sense someone sitting beside me, to find mother absolutely relaxed with a knowing look on her face.
"She's beautiful isn't she?" she asks, knowing fully well who has enchanted me unknowingly.
"Mmm..she is" I say " a beauty in her own way"
" Do you want her, Dom?" She asks.
"When did the servants get here?" I ask, in an attempt to change the direction of this conversation. I can't answer her when I, myself don't know why I'm attracted to her like this.
"They came in yesterday. That is not what I asked you Dom. Do you want the girl?" she asks, clearly not ready to let this go.
" She intrigues me. And I don't know why. I'm not going to do anything until I know why she has such an effect on me" I reply and down my glass, trying to coax my raging nerves to relax.
My eyes never leaving her as she moves through the crowd, doing her job.
" You will have all the time you need because she will be your personal servant from now. Consider it a birthday present from your dear old mother" she says, not making an attempt to even try and hide the mischief in her voice. I shake my head at her antiques. She is well aware that I don't like having servants. Having someone walking behind me all the time is unsettling.
But the thought of that female submitting to me in anyway excites and arouses me.
" You shouldn't have, mother. But... refusing such a gift from you would be a crime against motherhood itself." I kiss her cheeks and say with a smirk.
" Now, I need to go find that father of yours, Goddess knows what he's up to now." she says, then leave to find her mate. How my father is still able to love mother even after he lost his true mate is still a miracle to me.
I lost sight of her. With a frown and my mood turning sour, I search through the crowd but I still can't find her. I shake my head a little, gathering my thoughts. I shouldn't be anxiously looking for someone who is not my mate.
What the hell am I even doing? I think to myself. I came here purposely to find my mate, but here I am desperately searching for someone who belongs to another.
I lose my breath and rage pulses through my vein when I think of her belonging to anyone else but me. And I'm not the only one who disapproves, my beast thinks so too.
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