Mate's pheromones
1564 Words
~Trace Marez~
"Awwnnn, please, don't stop," the girl I was making love to moaned.
I have stayed without drowning in the pleasures of a woman’s body for about four years since I broke up with my ex fiancée, when I saw this luscious lady that caught my attention last night.
Outrightly entranced by her allure, I walked right up next to her and asked her to spend the night with me and she readily agreed.
Who could reject an opportunity to spend the night with the almighty Lycan king? I had waited like forever for my fated mate and she wasn't forthcoming so I decided to take a chosen mate.
While my ex fiancée and I were courting, I knew about the existence of my fated mate on the day of mother’s memorial, but I couldn't meet her in person.
So I decided to end our five months old relationship hoping to meet my mate that never came and a year later, my ex fiancée was mated and married to another.
For a split second, I thought about how much had changed over the years and I feeling an ounce of gloom, like a ripple on the face of undeniably sweet sensation as I thrusted in and out of my one night stand ferociously as she moaned to the rhythm till I removed my member from her and fell on the bed but not before I had found relief, pumping harder into her until the condom ripped .
I have always been careful not to get just anyone pregnant, not even my ex fiancée. The only person that is permitted to have my kids is my mate.
I was about to fall asleep when my alarm started ringing. It was 5:30AM already.
I rushed to the bathroom to get a quick wash, after which I gave my one night stand some money and left her in the hotel room.
"Morning Trace," a voice greeted as soon as I entered my room in the castle. It was Jared my beta waiting for me as usual. He always did that whenever I spent the night out.
Jared has been my friend from birth, although he was a year and three months older. We did everything together as kids and when we grew older, I became king after my dad's death and it wasn't strange for me to make him my beta even though he wasn’t from a high-born family.
"Is that how people honor their king?" I grinned, a question I did always ask whenever he chose to behave funny.
"All hail the king," He joked, bowing sarcastically. "You will be considered a king when you find a Luna." He continued with mockery as he always did.
"I think I should punish you Jared," I said as I went to the bathroom.
Today is the popular werewolves’ festival day and I am going to see my mom.
Mother died on a werewolves’ festival day many years ago. She was brutally murdered by some rogue wolves and no one did anything about it.
The truth is, mom wanted me to go with her to the werewolves’ kingdom after dad died, but I couldn't leave my throne and my people to live with those weak and powerless creatures.
No matter how hard I tried to convince mom not to go to the wolves, she wouldn't listen. If I had gone with her, she wouldn't have died because I would have destroyed those evil rouges.
Thinking about mom hurt a lot, but if I had followed her I would have lost my father's throne and I couldn't do that for anything.
After mom left for the werewolves' kingdom, Jared's mom became like a mother to me. She took care of me like I was hers. So every festival day, I visit her with loads of gifts after seeing and spending time with my mother.
I was distracted from my thoughts by Jared who opened the door to join me in the bathroom.
"You confuse me Jared I have to say. You go on about me being unable to find a mate but would rather bath with me than your mate," I teased him.
"You can say whatever, but I just hope you meet that unfortunate girl today. That's why I want to go with you to your mom's memorial so I will help you look for her," He said and I smiled inwardly.
I couldn't believe Jared remembered what I told him a few years ago. I know he had quite a retentive memory, but I didn't think this little piece of information was worth remembering to him and he didn't say anything about it all these while.
About four years ago, when I went to visit mom with my ex fiancée Lauren, I perceived the smell of fresh cherry and chocolate mixed with a whiff of lavender hanging in the air. I never thought it could be my mate until I my wolf Cory started jumping in my head. I rushed to follow the smell but as mysterious as it came, it was gone.
I perceived the same smell a year later, after I had broken up with Lauren and again lost her.
I have been wondering who the disappearing woman could be. But for the past two years, I had not perceived her pheromones again even when I went to see mom.
I guessed she also went there for a memorial both times I perceived her pheromones. But what could make her stop visiting someone she loves? A question that plagued my mind over the years.
Did she die? Did she get into an accident that disabled her? Is she angry with the person that died so much so that she stopped visiting?
"Hopefully Trace, you will perceive her pheromones today." Jared's prophesy distracted my thoughts again and I scoffed.
After bathing, I got dressed in my most expensive outfit. I wanted to look good for my mom and my mate as I was hopeful to see her today.
I wore an attractive perfume incase my pheromones were not attractive enough for her.
Jared also got dressed and soon we were on our way to see the woman that brought me to this world and my supposed fated mate.
"What if you don't meet her?" came Jared's distracting question.
"I'll wait till next year," I replied confidently without looking at him.
"You know you aren’t getting any younger," Jared used one of his most said one-liner.
"I don't want to do anything I or any mate I choose will regret in the future," I snapped.
"Trace why are you so obsessed about finding your fated mate? I mean many other creatures don't have fated mates, yet they get married and are happy. Besides, you can easily choose a mate," came Jared's annoying opinion.
"My parents. Mom and Dad were never fated mates and you saw what happened to them right?" I asked, hoping he would let me have peace.
It really worked, as Jared couldn’t find his words and the rest of the journey was quiet till we got to our destination.
Jared followed me as I walked straight to where mom was to say hi and tell her some things that has been happening.
"Hiya momma," Jared greeted mom the way he used to and kept a flower for her.
"Hey Mom," I also gave her a flower.
"Today is the werewolves’ festival day. Hope you've been well? It's almost another year and I still haven't found the one. What do you think? Should I just mate and mark anyone?" I asked obviously confused.
"Yes. You should mate and mark anyone, there is nothing special about meeting and mating your fated mate," Jared replied, making me want to hit him. Then he added; "I'm actually talking from experience.”
"Jared, I'm not joking," I said almost yelling.
"I'm sorry your highness." He said prostrating. "I didn't..."
"Jared, she's here, my mate is here." I brushed past him happily.
“Is my mate a human? Why can't she even perceive my pheromones? Even if she's human, she will still feel something, that's what I know about mating connection.”
I rushed out, following the smell, but I was shocked to see Storm Holmes standing in front of me and before I could rush past him, the smell faded away at once and as I stared into the distance, I saw a moving car at a very ungodly speed.
I wanted to follow the car, but I wasn't sure if my mate was really in that car.
"Trace, follow the car, I think there's something in there for us," Cory advised me.
I was about to follow the car when I felt a violent grip. I raised my head to see it was Storm. How dare he? I raised my hand to detach his head from his neck , ending him when Jared held my arm.
"Please please Trace, I'm sorry my king, don't," Jared said unmooring me from him.
“ You said you’d help me find her and now she's gone," I screamed at Jared's face in a fit of rage.
"I'm sorry my king, I'm so sorry." He apologized, still trying to stop me from pouncing on Storm.
"Why did you stop me Storm?" I barked at his face.
"Long time no see brother." Storm drooled.
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