Winning Back His Queen

Chapter 1 Ezekiel’s pov I can still remember the first time we went up to the Upper realm of Elysium. The underworld is technically in Elysium, but it is on another plane of existence. They take up some of the same space but in a different dimension. Only my mum, dad, and myself when I am older can open the gateway between them. So dad had brought us to Elysium to meet my mate, dad was the only one in the underworld who had been given a mate. Selene had wanted to give him an heir with someone he could love for eternity instead of just any demon. Mum was an Alpha wolf’s daughter, which meant I was part god and part wolf. Being the future king of the underworld, I wouldn’t have a normal wolf like mum did. When I was 18, I would have a hell hound, I guess that is what you get when you mix wolf with demon. I looked forward to that day, I couldn’t wait to meet him for the first time and see what he looked like as he would be the first of his kind. It was exciting to know I would have something no one else would. All of my friends thought it was really cool as well. So we go to Elysium and I see this tiny black haired baby with purple eyes, I mean, I guess that she is cute for a baby, but she is too little to be a queen. I was already 6, so I was a big boy. The adults all laughed when I said that, but it wasn’t funny. It was true. We had to go and see her a lot as I grew up. I didn’t really want to hang about with a little girl, I would have rather stayed with my friends at home. As the years went on, though, I made friends with kids my own age in the two kingdoms her parents ruled At least then I had people I liked to spend time with so I wasn’t stuck with her. Not that she cared, she was happy to ignore me as well, preferring to around other annoying girls her age, so it worked out fine for the both of us. Our parent were happy thinking we were getting along, and none of us said anything to them in fear they would make us be around each other more and stop us from being with our actual friends. I just hoped that she would get bigger and less annoying by the time she was 18. The first time I felt really strange about the bond was when I was finally 18 and got my hell hound Lucifer. Dad had wanted to call me that when I was born, apparently he found it amusing to have a Lucifer on earth and one here. Mum put her foot down on that one, and they agreed on Ezekiel. Selene obviously appreciates my dad’s sense of humour more than mum did, named my hell hound Lucifer. Dad was pleased that, in a way, he got his wish. I didn’t care much what his name was, Lucifer was cool as hell. He was a massive black wolf with blood red eyes. He towered over any alpha wolf. He was as big as an upright lycan at over 7 ft tall and much more muscular than any other wolf. He, unfortunately, was fascinated by Lilith. He knew she was our destined mate and just wanted to be around her and watch her. It wasn’t anything s****l. He just cared about her deeply, almost like he would a family member. I hated his fascination with her. It felt creepy and wrong if I was being honest. I couldn’t stand his feelings for her, I was a man, and she was just a twelve year old girl. You shouldn’t find anything fascinating about a twelve year old girl when you were a man. So, like every hormonal young adult, I sought out real woman, ones that were fully grown with the curves of a woman to show it. I wasn’t too picky. Most supernatural women are stunningly attractive, and I didn’t have a preference for hair colour or anything like that. Lucifer was not happy with me. All he wanted was to wait until Lilith was old enough that he could have her. At the moment, it was more of a protective thing, but I knew it would change as soon as he smelled her mate scent for the first time. It was simple for our beasts. They were ruled by their urges. Which were to love and protect their family, and when their mate was of age to love and mate her, as much as humanly possible until they were carrying his heir. My friends all teased me when at 14 she was still this flat chested girl, they would say that she will always look like that and I would be stuck with a child as a mate. It annoyed me at the time, but it also validated my own thoughts that I had on the matter. Lilith was a late bloomer, and at 16, her body had more than caught up with her peers. She was becoming more and more beautiful by the day. My friends noticed and made far too many inappropriate s****l comments about her. It really started to piss me off, I hated anyone to look at her like that, and it was hard to keep Lucifer from bursting out of me and ripping them to pieces. I hated the feeling of being jealous, especially over someone I still saw as a child. It was also the fact that Lucifer’s feelings just kept on growing for her. She may have started to look like a woman, but she was still a child. I was 22 years old, and there was no way anyone could tell me it was right to find her in any way attractive. So I did what I always did, and buried my co.ck in some woman’s thighs to try and rid my brain of any thoughts about her. It was mostly successful as I didn’t have the bond in place pulling me towards her. She also didn’t look like she cared. I could practically sleep with them in front of her, and she couldn’t care less about it at all. Even if I didn’t want to care about her, I couldn’t stop myself from being annoyed she wasn’t even in the slightest bit jealous. It upset Lucifer as well as he felt she didn’t want us. Women of all ages fell at my feet desperate for a night or more with me, and Lilith couldn’t even be bothered to look at me. It was ironic, I suppose, that the one who should desire me above all others did not even steal a glance at me when no one was looking. It made me want to be more bold, and show her that she wasn’t the only one who didn’t care. I started to parade more women in front of her, just so I could get a reaction from her. It was like she was made of stone, though, and no matter what I did, she was unmoved by it. I then got pulled aside by my mum and dad to receive the lecture of the century. They were not happy by my overtly s****l nature and reminded me that I did have a mate, and I had to consider her feelings. It was all I had heard throughout my life, and I resented it and her. I didn’t know why they cared so much about it until dad told me that Selene had given me this chance to prove the demons deserved a mate. It had been tried before when we were still on earth, and it hadn’t gone down well with too many rejections and bond betrayals. She eventually took it away from them, and finally, they may get it back. The demons were very s****l creatures, but they had seen mum and dad, and how amazing the mate bond was. They longed for it, too, and felt anger for their ancestors for stopping them from having it. I had never seen that side of it. I had always known I would have a bond like my parents did. The thought that it could be taken from me and that it could also be taken from them before they even had it, disturbed and upset me. From that moment, I tried to calm down. If I needed my needs met, I would be much more discrete about it. I even tried to speak to Lilith more and get to know her, but unfortunately, with the way I had been, she would answer as briefly as possible and try to find an excuse to leave. I had no idea how I was going to turn all of this around and I prayed, yes actually prayed, that the bond would be strong enough when she turned 18 to draw her to me and stop her form being resistant to my charms. It was the only play I had, really, but from what I had heard, the pull was strong and hard to deny. Still, many others had and had rejected their mate to regret it later. Lilith was strong, and she could easily keep her emotions in check. I could see her being able to resist me and the bond, and how she felt about me. I don’t think she would regret it if we rejected each other. From that point, I tried to be her friend. If I could manage that, we would have something to go from. Even being friends was easier said than done. She didn’t trust me or even like me for that matter, and I couldn’t blame her. Then I managed to fu.ck things up so spectacularly that I was pretty sure there was no hope left for me. The worst part was that I had no idea how it happened, I had no plans to sleep with that woman. Hell, I didn’t even like her. She was a bi.tch, and that was off-putting to me. Plus, the fact she was related to Lilith and I would never have gone there. True to my nature, though, instead of admitting to my mistake and trying to work out what happened, I gave up. I didn’t see a way back for us, so I stupidly thought fu.ck it and went back to my ways. Even being as bold as to proposition her older sister Cassie. For someone who isn’t at all violent, she made sure the punch she levelled at my face hit the mark and hurt like hell. That was the second time Lilith had looked at me with hatred and disgust, and neither Lucifer nor I could stand it. I had really fu.cked everything up.