The Hidden Wolf Princess (#3 of the Hyle pack)

are you ok?

Ivy’s P.O.V.

My feet never stopped running, and I never turned my head to look over my shoulder, not even once. For one, because I didn’t dare to. And two, because I already knew. I could already sense that he did not follow me. And with every step I took myself further away from him, the more I felt myself break down. I made it home safely, closing the door and locking it behind me, just in case. I kicked off my shoes, cursing between my gritted teeth, since my feet were killing me from the run. And as my feet touched the carpet on the floor, I let myself sink down to the ground, my back still leaning against the front door, as I held my face in my hands.

I already have a mate…

Why did this have to happen to me? Was this punishment for something I had done?

Was this punishment I had gotten, for leaving my family behind, and hoping to start a new life as a normal she-wolf?

This wasn’t the life I had wanted…

I had thought about a lot of different scenarios that could happen in my new life. One of them was finding my mate inside this new pack. But my mind had never thought about the possibility that he simply wouldn’t want me when I found him. And not just because he didn’t want me, because, for example, he thought that I was ugly. Or because he thought that I wasn’t smart enough for him to be his mate. And I know I wasn’t dumb or anything like that. I was homeschooled inside the palace. Maybe I wasn’t a freaking Einstein, but I wasn’t a fool either.

But the fact that he wouldn’t want me, because he already had a mate… That just blew my mind.

How the hell can I survive from this?

I didn’t understand. I felt the mate pull, and I felt it so hard, it made my insides turn into one massive knot. His words had crushed me, it had stopped my breathing at the exact moment. But right now, it felt as if it had also stopped my life.

A mate…

He already has a mate…

My mind was thinking about that, forming images of what his mate would look like. She must be gorgeous without a doubt. I mean, just look at him. He needed a mate that was perfection, to be able to just stand next to him. To be in his presence. To be his Luna.

I sighed, as new tears built up in my eyes. As a new feeling soared deep inside of me.

Jealousy.

I was f*****g jealous of this girl he called his mate. I wanted him to call me his mate. I wanted to be the one to stand next to him. I wanted to feel his arms back on my body. I wanted to feel his breath flowing over my skin again. And I just knew that it wasn’t possible.

This whole situation just wasn’t possible.

I had never in my entire life heard a*********s about a wolf having two mates.

Would I ever be able to share this man?

I honestly believed I couldn’t.

I wouldn’t.

I would die, the day I would see him with another she-wolf. Just the idea of him holding on to another she-wolf, felt like a bolt of lightning, going straight through my heart. Visions of him being happy with someone else. Him having pups and growing old with someone else.

What on earth was I supposed to do?

The Moon Goddess must have made a mistake, of that I was sure. I just needed to find someone, somebody I could talk to. But who?

I thought about it for a while, finally coming up with the solution… My cousin, Milo.

He wouldn’t only be able to talk to me, but he would also be able to give me a male’s standpoint. He wouldn’t tell me half truths, just to spare my feelings. I knew my cousin, he could be harsh and emotionless sometimes, but at least he would always be honest with me. So I nodded to myself, as I crawled up from the floor. One good thing I had learned living in the castle, was to stand up tall, put my chin in the air and shield off my emotions. There would be enough time for me to cry, once I would be in the safety of my bed. My pillows and blankets being my safety net. But for now, I needed my mind to go blank, just for a little while. So I put on the TV, raising the volume as I walked inside my room, changing into my pajamas. I heard the front door open and close, so I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before I turned around and headed back inside the living room, seeing that Addie was standing at the door, looking at me with big eyes.

“Ivy, what the f**k happened to you? I have been searching everywhere for you!” I bit my bottom lip as I shrugged.

“I couldn’t stay there.” I simply stated, as I saw Addie taking off my jacket, and handing it back over to me.

“ OK seriously, sit your ass down, we need to talk, the craziest thing happened to me tonight, and it has everything to do with you.” I walked towards the fridge, pulling out a bottle of whine and two glasses before I walked back to the couch, where Addie was already sitting down, examining my every move.

“Your mate was at the party tonight.” She mumbled, not moving an inch, as she tried to read my reaction to her statement. So I just took a gulp from my glass of wine, hoping it would calm my nerves.

“I know, I saw him outside.” Addie’s mouth dropped open, as she sat on one knee, facing me.

“What? Oh my Goddess, Ivy, are you OK? Why are you at home? And why are you alone? Where is he?” She asked, looking around our living room. I sighed, hearing all these questions, questions I wished they had a different answer to them.

“Not here, obviously. I ran away from him.” Addie seemed in shock, once I had said that. The blinking of her eyes was the only movement that was left.

“Did he do something to you? Ivy, have you been crying?” She gasped, as she grabbed my shoulders, almost shaking me to pull the answers out of me.

“He already has a mate.” There, I said it, out loud. Hoping the words wouldn’t hurt me, but they did. They hurt me even more when I said them out loud, than when I just thought about them silently in my mind a minute ago.

“I don’t understand,” Addie almost whispered as she shook her head.

“He was very clear to me. He thinks that I am a witch, or either know someone with magic, that has him under a spell. That I can’t be his mate, because he already has one.”

And I poured the rest of the wine into my mouth, hoping the alcohol would stop me from feeling any emotions sometime very soon.

“Seriously? Ivy, he came on to me, because he smelled your scent on the jacket that I was wearing. I saw his eyes, the man was losing his s**t just from sensing your scent on a piece of fabric. I find it hard to believe that he would already have a mate. I mean, he pushed away my date to sniff my jacket and he knocked out a guy because he was just dancing with you. That doesn’t sound like a wolf who isn’t interested in you, because he is already taken.”

I just sighed as I leaned back, pouring myself a second glass.

“He had so much hate in his eyes when he looked at me.” I whispered, feeling Addie’s hand on mine.

“Maybe he was drunk. Or maybe he was just taken by surprise. Males can be weird like that. Maybe his nerves got the best of him.” She tried to comfort me. But somehow, I knew that wasn’t true. Fortunately for me, by the end of the night, or the start of the new morning, me and Addie were both too drunk to even talk, as the both of us made it safely into our own bedroom, where I had fallen on top of my bed and had fallen asleep, without even taking the effort to pull the blankets on top of me.