He's a she
1023 Words
King Arlo Caddel
To say that I was not confused would be a blatant lie. One minute, I was standing behind two young boys, one of which the goddess had identified as my mate. The next minute, I was running behind the little boy, keeping enough distance to shield the fact that I was running behind him, yet keeping enough distance to follow his tracks.
Immediately my male mate dashed into the forest, I followed him behind. I could not let him go so easily, not with all the million and one questions I had to ask.
A male mate? Really?
I continued to curse in annoyance. Did the goddess really want to punish me in such a manner? What had I ever done to deserve such unkindness?
All these years, especially after the sour betrayal of my chosen mate, I had thought that the arrival of my real mate, the one the goddess had created just for me, would fill my heart with joy and gladness.
But no.
Instead, I was mated to a male wolf, who had just been rejected by another male wolf.
Just as I started to draw closer to the party, I noticed he had disappeared into the crowd at the party. I tried to search for him, but I was snatched by other dignitaries and forced to join them on the high table where I gracefully drank myself to stupor.
I tried to enjoy the rest of the party, just like my best friend and beta had encouraged me to. But thoughts of the boy would not leave my mind. Somehow, the thought that he was male had found a way to heighten my interest.
Despite the rejoicing and merrying, I found myself keeping an eye out for him.
I did not know which it was; the high table that enabled us to see every inch of the garden, or the effect of the alcohol that sharpened my sight. What I do know is that one of the above caused me to sight the little boy from where I stood. I knew that I had to seize the chance and follow him.
I had to know him. Who he was, where he came from. I needed to know why the goddess had mated him to me. Then, I needed him to reject me, or I reject him. Whichever happened first would be fine, but there had to be a rejection tonight. There just had to be.
I couldn't live with the fact that I was mated to a boy, not at all.
I excused myself from the table and dissolved into the crowd. The second I had my chance, I dashed into the forest. Our mate bond enabled me to pick up his rather feminine scent, but I follow it either ways.
It was the first strange thing about him. How could such a good looking male embrace such a feminine scent? It was one of the questions whose answers I would be provided when I finally got a chance to speak with him.
I ran behind him with the same technique I had used before; close enough to follow his footsteps, yet far enough to hide my intentions.
The scent turned stronger and stronger with every step that I took, until I got to the side of a small house - or whatever remained of the house. It was either unfinished or demolished, but I could not ignore his sweet fragnance that encompased the atmosphere. I started to walk around, to search for a door. But instead, I found an open window.
I had not intended to peep in, but I ended up doing so.
I found the boy there, planted in front of a rusty and dusty mirror. He did and said nothing for almost thirty minutes. Yes continually tilted his head from the left to the right, over and over again, examining something I could not quite understand.
Everything he did made me more wary of him. He was a strange young man.
I hid in shadows and watched in grave silence as he took off his shirt and tossed it to the ground like it was not made of the finest of silk. He must have come from an influential family then, definitely one of the royals.
He had a white cloth tied around his chest region. He reached out to his back and slowly untied the knot behind him. Layer by layer, he started to unwrap the cloth, until the last layer dropped to the ground.
My blood froze in my veins and my entire body followed suit. I gulped hard on my saliva to dampen my dry throat.
On his chest were breasts as full and as round as a young girl's. His two breasts stood firm and... beautiful.
I could not believe my eyes. I scrubbed my eyelids with the back of my palms, blinked rapidly, and opened my eyes again. I fought hard to ignore the pounding of my heart in my chest, or how quickly blood had rushed to my c**k on seeing my male mate's beautiful female body.
He was.. he was a boy with breasts? What exactly was happening?
When he reached for the waistband of his pants, I narrowed my eyes on him. My keen eyes watched him.. I still had to call him a "him" because I wasn't quite sure what he was yet. Whether I was blind, too drunk, or the goddess had created a mutant, one thing was made clear once he took off his pants and I realized I was staring at the round buttocks of a woman an he did not possess p***s.
I wasn't mated to a boy, but a young and beautiful girl! But I could swear I had seen a male wolf. Was this the alcohol?
And if it was the alcohol, why was my wolf reacting to her body? Why was there a pool of desire twirling in my stomach?
Now fully naked, she heaved a sigh and turned towards the window I stood and watched from.
Our gazes locked. My blood drained from my face.
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