The Forgotten Child

Chapter Eight

     Nanda Parbat became a home within itself to me. I was taught many things and was taught how to handle many situations. Ra’s and I have a weird connection, it may be because of Miykal but I don’t mind it. 

     “What’s the history between you and Ra’s?” I asked Miykal.  I could hear her sigh and blush. *We were in love in another life. *

     “But what of your mates in your other lives?”

     *Sometimes my life was lonely. * Her voice was slightly shaky as she spoke. 

     “We were more than just in love,” Ra’s said as he walked into my room. I spun around to face him. “Each lifetime of Miykals she had no mate. She walked this world alone for many years, and once she had found me, I vowed to make her my wife.” I could feel Miykal blush. 

     “But why? She was nothing but a stranger to you.” I asked curiously.  “I am Ra’s Al Ghul, I can see many things. I could see the future we held. The power we could hold within the league.” He walked over to one of the many windows in my room. “One day she was out on a mission and never came back. We never quite found out what happened to her.” 

     “Do you remember what happened?” I ask Miykal. I could tell she did not want to answer but she said, *I don’t remember*.  I could feel she wanted to tell me something but maybe Ra’s was able to sense what she was saying to me.

     “It’s a shame truthfully. She was very skilled. And her human was just as beautiful as her soul each time,” He looked at me as he talked. I have always heard the word beautiful to define Claire, so the beautiful feels more of an insult but to have it come from another man it was nice. I blushed and walked over to my door. “Please, it has been a long day.”

     “Yes, of course, tomorrow we start your training,” he said as he walked out,” and we do not take things easy here. I hope you are ready little wolf.” I watched him as he disappeared around the hall then shut my door. I slid down my door and when I sat down, I released a sigh of relief. 

     “Seems like he still wants to make you his wife,” I said to Miykal as I slowly climbed into bed.  *I never wanted to be his wife. I did not want that, but I couldn’t tell him that. But he is convincing in many ways. *

     “Ew, did you guys have s*x all the time,” I said laughing. *Oh, grow up Marine. It is was adults do. Such a child. * She was annoyed with me.  “Can you not take a joke or even better hear sarcasm,” I rolled my eyes as I laid down. 

     She did not say anything back and just went to sleep herself. But truthfully, I was acting like a child. I guess it was just nice to joke around with my wolf for the first time. I would be lying if I didn’t understand what she was talking about because I too was there before. To think you love someone when in reality you are just lonely. I sigh to myself.

*Later*

     Every day went by in the same throughout the year. I trained and I became stronger. My connection to Ra’s seemed to be improving on its own. Every day we would train, spar with one another, and sometimes Ra’s would train with us. I believe since Miykal being my wolf won me some points with him since has been helping me train to become his right-hand man or woman should I say. Miykal has been learning of her magic once again and teaching me how to handle it. With being here it has helped us gather important intel on a lot of things going around the world. I’ve heard of the execution and the leniency on Claire. With me not being there as a witness, he got the good hand dealt to her. I wonder how afraid she would be if I were to show up, but I couldn’t let him know I was around the castle. I could mask my scent, but would I even want to. 

     Ra’s and I were having dinner together when one of his men came with a message. “You may speak,” Ra’s said as he continued to eat. The man bowed and opened the letter. “His Highness the Prince will be wed in the passing week and welcomes those all over to join the celebration.” I chocked on my food. I sat my napkin down and stood up. “Excuse me,” I said as I left for my room. 

     I know it has been a year but to think he forgot of me so easily kind of hurt. But then I can’t really say much seeing as I was the one who left and never returned. I guess it is true what they say. I don’t deserve anything.

     “I presume you know the prince?” Ra’s said as he walked into my room while I was lost in thought. I sighed. “Sadly,” I was looking at my hands as they were folded in my lap while I sat at one of the windows in my room. “Who is he to you?” I was very unsure of how to answer that. I did not want Ra’s to be mad at the thought of Miykal having a mate, but then again, I wanted him to be mad with me that he was getting married to someone other than me. My feelings were completely jumbled, and I was not thinking straight. Is this what it’s like to be jealous? “He saved my life,” I said as I continued to look out the window. Ra’s starred at me for a moment, as he could tell I did not wish to talk much about it. “I say we should attend the ceremony,” and with saying that Ra’s left me. And Miykal has been very quiet through this whole thing, which is not like her. 

     “Miykal?” I waited to hear her answer, but she never said anything. I sat there stirring in my emotions. What would he say to me? What would I say to him? Who is he marrying? Why do I care what he does? Is this all just because we are supposed to be mates? 

*Later that night*

     I laid in bed tossing and turning. Something in me was burning. I could not explain it, my dreams were all flashes of me with a man in bed. Doings things with a man I never imagined I would do. My body was excited, my heart was racing. The enjoyment I was having from my dreams was unreal. I bolted up from my sleep. I was sweating. “Stupid dreams.” I had to be thinking of Callan considering he was the main topic of our discussion today. “Stupid mate.” I got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. I just wanted something to drink. I grabbed the orange juice and shut the fridge door to find Ra’s standing on the other side. I dropped the juice, “You scared me.” I bent down to pick up the orange juice to just see him staring at me, then I realized what I was wearing or lack thereof. I wore a tank top that was rolled up on my stomach and shorts that someone would prefer to them as underwear. I poured myself a glass and turned to leave but he was standing in my way. He wore only gray sweatpants, and his hair was slightly messy with a strand over one of his eyes. We stared at each other. I could see all of the scars he had, and he could see all of mine. He stepped forward as I hit the counter. “Are you afraid of me?” He asked as he whispered into my ear. I shivered under his breath. “No,” I said as I whispered into his ear. He looked back at me and put one of his hands on my cheek and just stared into my eyes. And then he kissed me. I was taken by surprise but with the way my body was feeling earlier, I had just melted into him and went with it. He kissed my neck, and I slightly pushed him away to speak. Both of our hearts were racing, “Please. I have never done this.” He went back to kissing my neck. “I’ll be gentle,” he spoke into my neck making me shiver once again. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist like it was my instinct. He carried me all the way to his room without breaking contact with my lips or my neck. My claws tried to come out every so often, and he noticed. “Your claws can’t hurt me, little wolf.” I had lost myself in his words. The moment was slow but also buzzed by like a dream. It all felt as if I were dreaming. The sensation I had never felt before, this satisfying feeling overcame my body and we were both soon fast asleep. Ra’s Al Ghul may have been my first, but who knows who will be my last.