Choosing Her Lycan Mate

Chapter 2

Amelia’s POV

I spend quite a lot of time with my one and so far only grand pup Allie this afternoon, as well as getting caught up on the latest news with my daughter Lucy. Allie had grown so much in the 4 months since I had last seen her! Unfortunately, that left very little time to get ready for the ball this evening.

“I’m concerned about Izzy,” I tell my mate Leo as we dress in our best clothes for the start of the international summit. “Getting her Lycan today of all days seems rather odd. It makes me worried that it’s going to be the precursor to other things.”

“That could be true, my love,” Leo replies. “But she isn’t anywhere near ready to shift yet. I’ll try not to worry until I see her sprouting fur before she turns 21, and hope it’s not as dramatic as when Lucy shifted for the first time with every intention of killing David!”

“Izzy isn’t as much of an overt attention seeker as our Lucy is, but I suspect she is just as capable of drama,” I warn Leo, while he helps me to don a necklace, once I have my hair done up in a chic up do.

“I’m sure the moon goddess has her reasons for giving Izzy her wolf today,” Leo says sagely, as he closes the clasp, and then kisses my neck tenderly.

“Yes, that’s what worries me!” I reply. And Leo admits that is a very valid concern. But there is little to be done in any case. Whatever else might be going on, we need to be ready to greet all the dignitaries who have arrived in time for this evenings ball. We are co-hosts of this event along with our niece Queen Luna Tara of Belgium and her mate Alpha Devon, and our daughter Queen Luna Lucille of the Dutch Kingdom with her mate and consort Prince David.

My younger sister Izzy would be entering the ball later, along with Queen Luna Tara and several other she wolves who had been rescued from s*x trafficking as a way of drawing attention to the problem of which we have come together in this event, to eradicate the trafficking of she wolves and selling them as s*x slaves and prostitutes on the black market auctions. It was a way of saying “this could happen to anyone”! No young she wolf was safe unless we band together and fight back.

Izzy, thankfully, had quickly been rescued before any real harm could be done to her. I myself had been abducted many years ago, and been rescued by the two gammas I had been traveling with before I had been dragged too far off by a band of wolves.

My niece Tara had not been as lucky, but thankfully the wolf who bought her was now dead, and she was free to be with her fated mate, sort of. It was a very complicated situation, though. She has managed fairly well under the circumstances, but I know that she wishes things had been different.

“Are you ready to head down?” I ask Leo, who was looking quite dapper in a dark tuxedo.

“No, actually,” he tells me, a bit of mischief in his eye. “Seeing you dressed up so sexy in that ball gown has given me a little problem.”

I look a little further south of his navel, and spot the “little problem” immediately. He’s got a hard on. And as far as my mate was generally concerned, there was only one possible cure.

“I think you underestimate the size of your so-called problem,” I retort. “We are supposed to be outside of the ball room in only a few minutes!”

“I can be quick!” He says, coming in close and giving me a passionate kiss, as well as grabbing my ass, and pulling me close enough to feel his erection up close and personal.

“Fine,” I say, giving in. It’s not much of a hardship. I was already feeling moisture accumulating in my nether regions anyhow, and I’m sure Leo could smell my arousal. “But if my dress end up with any wrinkles or creases, you’re in trouble!”

“Yeah, well, if I’m a bad boy you can spank me!” He tells me with a laugh as he lifts the skirt of my gown out of the way. Then his head is between my legs as his tongue licks me in a most inappropriate manner.

“Do we have time.. ah…” I begin, but quickly lose my train of thought at the sensual onslaught. His nose seems to be rubbing deliberately in a highly sensitive spot.

“We always have time for this!” I hear his muffled voice coming from under my skirt.

I can’t help but laugh as I begin to orgasm. I feel so much joy and happiness at this moment, combined with the ridiculous position we are in, just overwhelms my senses. Soon, though, we are switching positions, and he’s taking me up against the door.

“Just in case you dance with any other wolves tonight, I want you reeking of my scent,” he tells me as he nibbles on my ear. “No one should be left in any doubt that you are my mate, Amelia Hart!”

“I haven’t given you reason to doubt me these last 20 years,” I remind him as soon as I have the breath to say anything at all. “I’m not about to start now!”

“Good!” He says with a devilish smile. “Now let’s get downstairs!”

Our eldest son and heir to the throne of the Emerald kingdom, Alex, stands near us as we greet all the dignitaries, and I can tell that he hopes Alex might sniff out his mate from among the single she wolves. He is rather too young, but he has had his Lycan for many years now. And though I am usually able to spot fated mates thanks to my blessing from the moon goddess Selene, I cannot sense anything from any of the she wolves that they might be my son’s mate.

I do however sense something odd from several single male wolves. They are of age, yet none seem to have a destined mate at all. I’m not sure what that means, but combined with Izzy’s announcement of her Lycan Laurel this morning, I am growing concerned. Could this be a coincidence? I’m not sure I believe in coincidence anymore, after some of the things I’ve seen over the years.

I am determined to stay close to the dance floor once Izzy and the other single she wolves descend the grand staircase. I am relieved, though, when the music begins and instead of hearing a chorus of wolves shouting “mate” around my young sister, Izzy begins to dance with her nephew Gavin. I can be assured that nothing bad could ever come of that, despite how provocatively they appear to be dancing. That’s just how the young dance these days, I suppose.

I decide to dance with Leo for a while, and enjoy myself. I rarely get a chance like this to just cut loose and enjoy myself.

I do hear a couple of wolves that apparently found their fated mates early on in the evening, but not Izzy, I was happy to see. She really is so young at 19 and a half. Maybe I was worried about nothing? After Gavin, she had danced with several other partners. None of whom seemed to be behaving in a mate like manner.

Suddenly everyone was noticing that the pouring rain had turned to snow, which wasn’t so surprising since it was nearly mid December. Many wolves were heading out into the near blizzard like conditions to check it out.

Leonard and I head towards one of the large windows and look out upon the palace grounds at what is quickly becoming a breathtaking winter wonderland.

“I bet our Lucy has something to do with this,” Leonard says knowingly. “She is so fond of snow.”

And he’s probably right. Our oldest daughter has the ability to change the weather like she might change her clothes. And the more dramatic the weather, the more she loves it! And it really is a thing of beauty, which would make her love it all the more.

But I mustn’t forget about Izzy! I turn around and look towards the dance floor where I last saw her, but she isn’t there anymore. I wonder where she has gotten to, but then I spot her heading out of the doors that have been thrown open wide, and see her heading out into the snow.

She must be drawn to the snow just like so many others have been. I decide not to worry about it, until several minutes later I’m getting several distress calls via mind link from both Lucy and Izzy.

“Uh oh,” Leo says, and we look at each other. They must have been calling out to him as well. “I guess we are needed out on the grounds.”

And it turns out that “needed” was an understatement!