The Broken Mates

Chapter 4.

Chapter 4.

“Close your mouth, Becca, you have a little bit of drool,” Alisha minded-linking to her best friend and laughing.

Becca blinked her eyes, and stretched out her hand towards the handsome prince, attempting to regain her composure.

“Maggie is he our...” Becca asked, hardly daring to utter the words ‘second chance mate’.

“No, unfortunately, because that man is fine with a capital F. I wouldn’t mind a bit of him, rather than the buzzing bunny one night!” Maggie answered with an appreciative groan.

As Fredrick took her hand in his, Becca didn’t know if she was relieved, or disappointed that there were no sparks.

“Hi Princess Rebecca Colton,” Becca politely introduced herself.

“Yes, I recognize your amazing hair,” Fredrick smiled.

Becca felt a little giddy at the compliment and hoped that she didn’t blush like an i***t. She had not lusted after anybody since killing the C.U.N.T. she had the misfortune of having been mated with.

“Thanks,” she managed to say, as Alisha took over the conversation, giving Becca time to pull herself out of the haze of lust she currently found herself in.

“Well, tomorrow, I was due to be indisposed, but I have managed to sort something out, and I will be pleased to accompany you both to Kronborg Castle. We can head into the locked vaults, away from prying eyes, and there you will find out everything you need to know about Holga Dansk, your ancestor. He is quite a legend here in Denmark,” Fredrick continued to chat happily with Alisha.

“Fredrick, would you like to lead the training this evening?” Hendrick asked, joining the party of three.

“No, you can lead. Thank you, Hendrick,” Fredrick smiled at his Beta and best friend since he was a small child.

“Okay, så vi vil begynde med nogle stræk, og derefter slå os sammen, en mod en for menneskelig kamptræning,” Hendricks loud voice boomed.

Rebecca waited patiently for him to translate into English, as Alisha gasped beside her.

“Woah, Mia understood that!” she declared, then looked at Becca, her hazel eyes wide with a mixture of shock and glee.

“Really, so what did he say?” Becca asked, not doubting that Alisha’s part-Danish wolf could understand the language. After all, she had seen stranger things happen to members of her pack. Nothing, she believed, could surprise her anymore.

“Apart from wanting to climb that fine man like a monkey does a tree, that has surprised you,” Maggie laughed. Becca attempted to ignore her wolf but, as always, Maggie refused to be ignored.

“Admit it, you want to climb the wood. Hell, I want to climb the wood. He is our wood daddy!” Maggie groaned again, as Becca automatically looked at the muscle-bound man, with shorter sandy blond hair, and piercing blue eyes. Yeah, her wolf was right. For the first time, in forever, she could not deny wanting to rip the joggers he was wearing right off him and climb aboard, shouting ‘Yee hah’ and do it cowgirl style.

“Earth to Becca,” Alisha said, rolling her lips together, wondering if Fredrick was Becca’s second chance mate, but given the lack of growling, and proclaiming to the world they belonged to each other, she doubted it. But clearly, Becca had the hots for the guy.

“Sorry, I zoned out, what was that?” Becca asked, prying her eyes away from Fredrick, and attempting to concentrate on what Alisha was telling her.

“I said, we are doing stretches, then pairing up for human combat training,” Alisha grinned, giving her friend a knowing look.

“Oh. Yeah. Right. So, you and me?” Becca asked as Alisha nodded her head.

Becca began her stretches, but as she bent over holding onto her ankles, she glimpsed at Fredrick through her open legs, to find him doing the same thing. His delicious bum was in the air, she took in the sight, and let out an audible moan of satisfaction.

“Oh god, Becca, what an arse, I want to bite it, wow!” Maggie agreed with Becca’s thoughts.

“You are not helping. He is not our mate and just another man. Pull yourself together, wolf,” Becca growled.

“Hey, I am not the one perving him as he bends over, that is you…all you. I am just agreeing with your thoughts about his arse,” Maggie argued back.

Becca moved upwards out of the stretch, before bending over to the side, her hands clasped behind her head, then repeated the movement to the other side.

“Okay. Good. Queen Alisha and Princess Rebecca, would you both like to spar with one another?” Henrick asked them.

“I would prefer to spar with Prince Fredrick. Just think of all the positions we could get into wrestling in that muddy puddle,” Maggie huffed, as Becca shook her head, knowing that she was definitely on the same wavelength as her wolf.

As Alisha and Becca circled each other, they began to trash talk. It was all in good fun, but Prince Fredrick watched on from the sidelines, a smile on his face.

“He is watching you Becca,” Alisha mind linked with her, a teasing glint in her eye.

“Less talking, more fighting,” Fredrick called out to them.

“I don’t see you doing any work. What’s the matter, frightened we will show you up!” Becca shouted back, unable to stop herself.

Alisha took advantage of Becca’s distraction and caught her in the jaw with a left hook, sending Becca skidding across the field.

Instantly, Becca became laser-focused, and sprung back to her feet, running towards Alisha, skidding with her leg extended, and tripping Alisha, making her fall to the floor, into the puddle of mud.

The girls fought together, neither of them giving an inch. To the outside world, you would think it was a real fight, rather than just training. But Becca and Alisha came from a pack where they trained hard so that when the time came, they could fight easily. This was normal for them, and although there was a lot of snarling and growling, they were having fun together.

The Helsingør pack members all stopped their fights to stand around and watch. They had never seen so much aggression on the training field, and they each began to make small wagers on who would win the sparing round.

Becca and Alisha rolled around the mud, both of them evenly matched in power, strength, and stamina.

Alisha managed to kick Becca off her, avoiding a fist to her face, when Hendrick called time on the sparing session. Becca laughed as she walked to Alisha, helping her off the floor. Both of them giggled like school girls, having thoroughly enjoyed themselves.

“Hey, your top is ripped,” Alisha said, looking down at the sports bra Becca was wearing. Becca looked down to see that one side was ripped in half, and she was showing her boob to the world.

A low growl rumbled around the field, shocking everyone, as Becca turned to see a look of anger on Fredrick’s face.

“Maybe wear something a little more appropriate if you are going to fight like that,” he spat out at her, his features suddenly morphed into something akin to pure pain, before his hand absentmindedly stroked his chest. Without another word, he turned around and stormed back to his own chalet.

“Woah, what is his problem? It is only a bit of tit. We are werewolves, nakedness doesn’t bother us?” Becca said, her quick temper getting the better of her.

“I am sorry Princess Rebecca,” Hendrick quickly apologised, then ran off after Fredrick.

“What a dickhead!” Becca growled out.

“Becca, come on,” Alisha dragged her friend away, knowing that Prince Fredrick’s comment had poked the beast, and her sister-in-law would be unable to keep the diplomatic peace.

“Seriously though, he is shouting at me, when he didn’t even train himself. What a wanker!” She declared, not bothered who heard her.

“f**k off, arse hole!” Becca shouted over her shoulder, directly at Fredrick, her anger in full swing now.

“Becca, enough!” Alisha hissed but added some of her royal queen’s tone to it so that she would quieten down, and not cause any more of a scene.

Becca stormed into their chalet, and paced the floor, attempting to gain control of the rage that was pulsing through her body.

“Seriously though, Alisha!” she declared; her blue eyes wild with anger.

“I know, it was uncalled for. But we are guests in their pack, and their country, calm down. Get yourself under control,” Alisha commanded her.

Becca huffed, on a conscious level, she knew she was behaving badly, but something inside her refused to calm down.

“Nobody but nobody, speaks to me like that and gets away with it, Alisha. NOBODY!” Becca began to let the anger take over once more.

“Becca, breathe. Remember your calming techniques. Look at me, breathe with me. In, one, two, three, four, five, six. Now out, two, three, four, five, six. Again, keep breathing,” Alisha coached her best friend on the techniques their pack counselor, Nana Cheryl, had taught both of them when things got overwhelming.

“Better?” Alisha questioned, feeling some of the fight leaving Becca.

“Sorry, I overreacted,” Becca sighed, feeling ashamed that she had not been able to control her rage, once again.

“Never apologise to me Becca. You know I understand”. Alisha gave her a reassuring smile.

“Plus, it was weird. One minute he is standing with a smile on his face, his eyes never leaving you, then the next he is looking like a man possessed. He was the one who initially overreacted. I mean we are werewolves, we shift and run, then get changed in front of each other, and nobody gives a hoot,” Alisha furrowed her brow.

“He may well be sexy as f**k, and the best-looking man I have ever seen, but he is an arsehole. This is why I NEVER want another mate, or man in my life, even if he did give me the fanny flutters. I cannot stand the man. But I will do my best to be polite, for the sake of the diplomatic friendship my parents forged with the King and Queen of Scandinavia. Else I must say, I cannot stand him,” Becca said through gritted teeth.

“So… you think he is sexy then?” Alisha started to giggle.

“That is what you got from that sentence?” Becca looked at Alisha.

“And the best-looking man you have ever seen,” Alisha grinned, as Becca huffed slightly, then began to giggle herself.

“Such a shame he is an arrogant arsehole with an aversion to boobs,” Becca grinned,

“But he gave you the fanny flutters,” Alisha teased.

Becca rolled her lips, then shrugged as if it was no big deal, Then both women lay back on their chairs and burst out laughing.