Mated To The King Of Supreme Alphas

Chapter 8

Three years later.... Lyla

I nervously pulled at the hem of my peplum top. It was a baby pink colored sleeveless top.

I pulled at it as i waited anxiously, to see if i had passed the apptitude test for job placements at the Royal Finance commission.

My confidence was good,my intelligence topnotch, but i always worried i didn't do well at tests, interviews , questionnaires , exams, you name it.

if i am being judged, i don't react well.

There were over fifteen other candidates in this waiting hall.

And as usual i kept to myself,while the others mingled.

I don't make friends easily and the one best friend I now have is actually enough for me.

My phone buzzed, i searched for it in my handbag, when I finally found it, I unlocked the screen and read the message.

It was from the Royal population commission, granting me my pop pin(identification pin ,but since its issued by the Royal Population commission its now popularly called [pop pin]) .

In the Royal supreme pack, once a pup turns eighteen , they are issued an identification pin.

its an automated process, so once you turn eighteen you get an identification pin, sent to your parents, you and your pack.

Its a way, in which the leader's keep track of everyone.

The process though, is different for orphans and children with guardians. my uncle had sent in my application months ago, and I had gone in to sign the necessary documents, the moment i arrived back in the RSP (short for royal supreme pack).

I had been away studying at one of the three ivy league universities in our realm.

The Moon straight pack university.

I'd majored in business intelligence and analytics.

I rubbed my sweaty palms on my black pants, again when my phone buzzed again, another message.

Hey ,hows it going?

Gaile my best friend asked.

she knows i am super anxious right now.

Not so good, my palms

are sweating rivers as usual and my

nerves are of the charts.

I replied quickly, glad for the distraction as my fingers mindlessly flicked about on the phone screen.

My phone buzzes again,

Calm your panties gurl,

YOU'VE got this.

You are too good they can't pass

you up.

Trust me.

i sent her a kissing smiley in response.

I'd returned to the capital city three days ago, and this is my second interview at the royal offices of the park.

The first was at the Industrial development corporation.

Over two years ago when i started college Uncle Fred had bought me a phone ,opened a bank account for me and sent me off.

I worked my b**t off, working part-time,while studying and cut my course time to two years .

Lets just say I couldn't wait four years for my so called freedom, it is too important to wait four years for. And without bragging, goddess knows I have nothing to Bragg about, but my IQ level was too high to slob it out with the others, ivy league school or not.

I met Gaille in my first week at the delivery company I'd worked at.

The owner is a relation of Gaille's and she was also working there as a 3rd year student.

We became best friends within a month, and I ended up bunking with her in the two bedroom flat she shared with another student Heather, for the duration of my time in school.

The sound of heels clicking on the marmoleum flooring, brought me back from my reverie, the pretty dark skinned,dimpled assistant came into view and handed each candidate a letter, as we were ushered out of the building.

I guess we'd be finding out if we made the final cut at home.

i smiled on my way home, almost giggling, I'd opened the letter and read it about three times.

I'd made the final cut.

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As i made a quick dinner of quinoa,turkey and broccoli,i recalled the events from this morning.

Guess who had a change of heart or was it a change of beast?

Carson!!!

Although, i wondered if he literally did have a change of heart, or maybe something happened to him.

I shook my head slightly as i chuckled softly , maybe he had an epiphany, i mused.

A knock sounded on my bedroom door this morning as i was getting ready for the interview, before a note slipped through under the door.

I quickly picked it up and read.

" I am sorry,.I am really sorry, for the way I have treated you since you came to live with us.

please can i be your cousin, for real? "

"Signed: C"

who is this ? i asked , when I was done reading and quickly opened the door to see who had sent the note.

I gasped, when I saw Carson standing there with an apologetic look on his face.

"Carson." I whispered in greeting, with a nod. To be honest, I wasn't interested in whatever he was trying to pitch.

"Lyla, i want to apologise to you for how i have treated you, since you came to live here. I have always been a douche, a jerk and a bully."

"And i am really sorry for all that and my other sins against you, and for every time i treated you less than what you were."

"I would love to call you cousin someday, human or not, i want to earn the right to call you that, and I'll start by inviting you to my Royal court Coven acceptance ceremony."

"You are a part of the family so, uhmmm the more the merrier?" He asked sounding unsure in the end.

I stared at him for some minutes, and he began to shift anxiously from one foot to the other obviously nervous and unsure of my answer.

So I put him out of his misery, and finally gave him a small nod and said "Ok,

but forgiveness will take time as i am sure you know."

He nodded eagerly, in response.

I was planning to attend the Coven acceptance ceremony anyway, Gaile's cousin Daviny was selected also, so i had planned to attend with them.

Besides, i would never turn down the chance to see the most beautifully rugged and powerful man in the kingdom, the crown prince. I said in my mind while rolling my eyes at myself.

Thirty-three months is a longtime depending on how you view things, but for me that time away from the Whitlocks household had changed me, physically and mentally.

I wasn't rail thin and frail anymore, I had filled out a little, I was still thin, just not unhealthy scrawny rail thin figure I was before college.

The thing about me changing mentally is i improved , although i am still a work in progress.

College had helped, but I still refused to buy myself anything, despite my healthy savings.

I flat out refused to buy anything except it is absolutely necessary.

Gaille and i plan to rent a place together, one month after we arrived home after graduating, that's why i am back at the Whitlocks and eagerly counting down the days.

I have started house hunting, looking at options on the crunch market space, soon i would note down places Gaille and i will take a look at next week.

Before she goes to spend time with her family for two weeks, then its back to the capital,and work starts.

I don't despise Aunt Helen, as much as i used to anymore, don't get me wrong i will never like her, i still flinch and shiver in fear when she is around me.

I just let go of my strong hate for her, I realised at school that it wasn't healthy for me and carrying all that hate around was an extra burden i didn't need.

Now that was me quoting the school psychologist verbatim. I sighed sadly.

The faculty officials took one look at me when i arrived and gave me mandatory pysche eval and yours truly was recommended for more.

I had obviously suffered abuse.

Breaking news!!

I scoffed as i got ready for bed.

Boys were a different matter,I didn't mind dating, I'd dated two guys in my time at the university.

They were nice, i guess. A kiss here and there, but nothing stuck, i didn't feel any spark or kind of love for either of them, they were just guys i liked.

Gaille on the other hand was a different matter, always encouraging me to wait for my mate, she was keeping her virginity for him, whoever he is, whatever.

I huffed in my mind.

But, I had no such notions because, who am i kidding?.

I was average at best in the looks department, I wasn't interested in the way i dressed, heck, I couldn't care less really.

And for two years in school all i had was a big back pack of clothes, one sneaker and three flat shoes.

But there were these pretty things(very pretty girls) that guys fell over themselves for in school.

They always looked pristinely dressed, well put together, make up and all things designers, they didn't bother me at all, i was happy for them.

Maybe if my parents were still alive i would have had such luxuries.

But it wasn't my kettle of fish, and i wasn't delusional about me.

Yes, my hips jutted out to make themselves known and my hollow cheeks filled out, my face looked plumpier, but a plain Jane is still a plain Jane, as a human or as a Luna.

In reality, I stayed away from attention, it was almost an allergic reaction.

Maybe that's why my relationships were bland.