His Mate: Prince Asher

Chapter one

“I tried to wake up early but yet, here you are, the very first,” a voice said as Asher was training with the punching bag. He turned and saw Anita in her training gear walking up to him and he gifted her a smile. “Let me guess, you have already had a run round the woods.”

Grinning he answered, “thrice.”

“No fair,” she groaned, “do you ever sleep?” she asked, walking over to the spear rack and picked up two, tossing one at him which he caught effortlessly. “Let’s have a spar, perhaps I stand a chance at winning now because you are obviously tired.”

Asher chuckled and twirled the spear in his hand before he beckoned her to come over which she did with force but he easily evaded her attack. She tried again and again but never succeeded in landing a blow at him and he wasn’t attacking, just defending. She turned to him, panting and wiping off the sweat on her face before attacking again. “Too fast,” he said, “slow down your pace, stalk and then attack,” he pointed out, easily avoiding her attack again.

Anita groaned in frustration, “I wanted to spar with you, not you to train me and give pointers,” she rolled her eyes.

“Oh, okay,” Asher smiled, “then I will attack,” and with that, he dashed at her at an unbelievable speed that she couldn’t even see him coming and in a less than a second, he had her pinned on the ground with his spear on her neck, “I win.”

Anita rolled her eyes and slapped the spear away before raising her hand to him to help her up which he did. “You didn’t have to attack like you were fighting an enemy.”

“A spar means giving your all obviously, otherwise, how will I show that I am stronger?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” she said just as other people started arriving at the training ground.

“Good morning, future High alpha. Good morning, Anita,” everyone was greeting as they walked past them.

“Good morning, Asher, Good morning, Anita,” a tall boy that looked like the second version of Sean with his deep brown hair and brown eyes greeted, shaking hands with Asher.

“Good morning, Micah, how was your night?” Asher asked.

Micah nodded and turned to the other wolves, “alright everyone, let’s go for a run and then we will have a little spar. How does that sound?”

“Awesome, future alpha,” they all said and Micah nodded.

“Anita, you joining?” he asked.

“I didn’t join Asher for a run so I guess I should,” and with that, she dropped her spear and punched Asher on the shoulder before joining the rest in a run while Micah followed behind them, making sure no one was lagging behind.

Asher watched them leave and sighed. Picking up Anita’s spear, he took it to the rack where he placed his as well and with a glance around, he teleported out of the training ground. He appeared in a much grander room than the one he woke up in earlier. There was a king size bed in the middle of the room and everything was off great quality. The walls were of a darker color and there were a few touches of gold here and there. He walked over a door and opened it to reveal a large room-sized closet. Half of the room was covered in clothing for different function and the other half was for shoes and casual wears.

He picked up a towel and undressed before walking out of the room to an equally large sized bathroom with a tub big enough to accommodate four people. He went straight to the shower cubicle and after taking a shower, he found himself lazing around his room with nothing to do. After walking around, looking for something to interest him and finding not, he teleported from the room, appearing in the kitchen and causing the maids there to shriek on seeing him.

“Prince Asher, you are back,” one of them said when the shock died off.

“Mm,” he answered, walking over to the sizzling pots to see what was cooking for breakfast. “Have you seen my mother today?”

“No, your highness, the queen has not graced us with her presence this morning,” a young demon answered and nodding, Asher walked out of the kitchen into the garden. With each passing day, he was finding it more and more difficult to find something to pass his time with it. Everything is perfect, everywhere is calm and peaceful and he can go to any pack he wants. The visit may be impromptu but no one would dare tell him off rather they would do their best to be a good host. While he would notice envy in some future alphas, no one dares to speak to his face and sometimes he always laze around to join them for training, seeking something of interest but he always end up pinning even the strongest future alpha in less then five seconds. Even the alphas find it hard keeping up with him. The only opponent he has was his father but it’s not all the time that the man wants to spar with him.

Life was good but, in his case, it was too good that it has become boring. He longs for something, something that would pique his interest and give him a new vigor or just something to pass his time with but as the future High Alpha of the Night Howlers, he was greatly respected. As the prince of the Demons, he was greatly respected and as the second generation of the Nightwalkers, he is respected as the High Chiefs, so there was not a single place he goes that he wasn’t known as someone important and the ladies throwing themselves at his feet. Even the human women are no exception for his beauty as being a nightwalker always lure them to him. In this case, his life was perfect for any spectator but him.

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In the human realm high school, students clustered around, chatting and laughing with their peers and friends, all but one. She was dressed in a baggy jeans and oversized hoodie, she had on a big round glasses and she hugged her books on her chest with her head lowered as she tried to pass by the chatting students without being noticed.

“Hey, psychic, any news for us today?” a boy yelled as she passed, bringing others attention to her and right at that moment, she wished the ground would open up and swallow her.

“Oh, that’s true, I am going out today with friends, is there something you have to tell me? Is there something I should avoid?” a girl ask, her voice so innocent and curious but one look at her hazel eyes said otherwise.

The girl grabbed her book tighter and hurried her footsteps to get her into the school, away from the prying eyes. Once in the enclosed walls, she closed her eyes and breathed out before marching over to the lockers. As she was imputing her code, someone bumped into her and she zoned out immediately. She saw a boy trying to cross the road and because he had his eyes buried in his phone, he didn’t see the lorry coming at a high speed and he was smashed into pieces.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” a male voice apologized behind her and she turned only to see in shock that it was the boy in her mind right now. “I didn’t see you there,” he smiled, showing off beautiful set of teeth.

The girl nodded, watching him as he walked off. She was torn between stopping him and letting him go but at the end, she forced herself to turn back to her locker. She was at it when the first bell rang and she grabbed her textbook and walked over to her first class.

She stood aside, watching as the boy was crossing the road, the lorry was coming at high speed and she was screaming at the top of her lungs, trying to get him to look but he couldn’t see nor hear her and no one was seeing her as well and she watched as the lorry smashed him brutally. She jolted awake to realize that she was still in class, her teacher was teaching in front of the class and she glanced around, no one seemed to be paying attention to her and some students were secretly pressing their phones in the class. She could remember that it was the last period of the day and just the thought of going home made her wish she can drag the time back to morning.

She was still wondering what her evening would look like when she heard a heart wrenching scream and turned to see one of the popular girls in school covering her mouth as she stared at her phone.

“Stacy, is there a reason you had to shout like that?” the teacher asked, annoyed.

“I’m sorry Ms. Miller but it’s the news,” Stacy said, standing up. It was obvious that she was shaking and the boy beside took her phone from her before she dropped it.

“What is it, George?” Ms. Miller asked seeing that boy was now in shock too.

“It’s Jeremy,” he said, looking up from the phone, “he was smashed into pieces by a Lorry this afternoon,” he revealed and everyone screamed. Everyone but the girl who closed her eyes and breathed softly.