For the last few days, I had been waking up achy like I have been training too hard: Mom had noticed and she was worried about me. She thought I might have been overdoing myself in preparation for the royal ball. Probably because this was the first event I had gotten personally involved with.
I clung to the hope of finally finding her at this ball. I did more than hoping though. Just as I did the very first night after finding out that I had one final chance of meeting my second chance mate. I had been praying to the Moon Goddess every night, bringing her offerings. And I had sent every staff member available, whom I fully trust to bring the invitations personally. To both get as many she–wolves to come to the ball as possible, and to scope out the packs.
Slowly but surely I was getting sure of the fact that I would find my mate. Everyone around me said I had my head in the cloud. That I was a hopeless romantic and that I needed to consider the possibility of choosing a chosen mate. I had promised my parents and I am not someone that goes back on his word. But I will wait until the clock strikes midnight I do not find my fated mate before that time. Thinking, of it, maybe I should stop thinking about her as my second chance mate. Maybe I should just refer to her as my fated mate. To not make it sound like she was second best, or a second choice.
I hated how I was reconsidering everything. It was just the pressure of finding her. Normally when you find your mate, you have the time to get to know each other before you complete the mating process. My parents wanted me to complete the mating process within a month. Meaning I had to convince a girl to move in with me, leave her own pack behind, and fully accept me as her mate within a month. Come to think of it with all of the stress about this, and all the extra work I was taking on. Maybe Mom was right. Maybe I was waking up sore and achy because of all I was doing.
It didn’t stop me from giving my all though. I nervously looked around in my room. I was wondering whether I would just pick a different room. for me and my mate to move into. Or should I move some of my personal belongings, so my mate could have her personal stuff and make it our room.
“Your room is empty enough as it is, your highness.
I turned around happy to hear Dillion’s voice again. He could read me like an open book. He just got me, just how seeing my back. He knew I was doubting my room being ready enough for my Luna, my mate. He also was the last of my messengers returning from hand delivering the invitations to my ball.
“So, how was it?” I asked him, sitting down on the bed and signalling for him to sit down next to me.
“Words had spread quickly. All Alphas confirmed that there were quite a few unmated she–wolves from their packs and they were more than happy to attend the ball.” Dillion briefed the situation to me. “The number of guests that we expect will be nerve–wracking.”
“It would be all worth it if I can find my mate.” I scratched my head,
“I know you are praying for a fated mate, and you know I hope you find her, Griff. I want you to have the same happiness as I have.” He stated and I knew what he was going to say.
Dillion recently found his fated mate, a guy. He had confided in being attracted to both male and female wolves before. That never stopped him from being faithful to his mate. To wait until he met them. But it had made them nervous not knowing what he needed to look out for. Until he met Collin he had the moment I was dreaming of where he instantly knew who his mate was. Luckily Collin didn’t have an issue with moving to the castle. They had completed their mating process and were as happy as could be. Now that happily mated wolf sitting on my bed. was about to tell me I should not hope to find what he had and choose a
random mate.
“Moon Goddess knows that I want you to find her. But if you don’t meet a girl and I wouldn’t mind her being our queen. She seems right up your alley, too.” He teased me.
“By the way. I met a small yet brave she–wolf at BloodMoon. She never backed down though being attacked by five other wolves. And the royal emblem on my coat didn’t change her attitude towards me at all.” He chuckled. “She is a little firecracker though. You need someone who helps you get your head out of your own ass sometimes.”
“The girl sounds like a fun person to be around. You know how much I
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