James escorted me to the ballroom, as his mate and husband Theo escorted Jessa to the ballroom. There must be over a hundred she–wolves here. How is the Crown Prince supposed to choose between all of us? There is no way he is going to be able to see all of us let alone speak with us. One of the many reasons I do not want a chosen mate. Look at the Prince now. He is supposed to announce his chosen mate today. Out of all the she–wolves here, but as of yet he doesn’t know any of us personally. He doesn’t even know why we do not have a mate yet. What if he steals another wolf’s mate? Or what if he likes Hannah. Would he know she has got her first mate killed by rejecting him because she is a power–hungry hussy?
Just as I was about to ask Jessa whether we had to disclose why we hadn’t had a mate yet, I saw her face twist into something. Confusion; followed by happiness. Following her gaze, I saw she was staring at the guy who stopped Hannah and her minions from attacking me. He was standing next to the Prince and seemed to be a high–ranking wolf. At first, that made me chuckle. Hannah would be so embarrassed knowing she had shown her true colors to someone close to the royal family, someone of high–ranking. Jessa looked smitten, the face of the wolf who found her mate but I remember that wolf Dylan or something told me he was happily mated.
Suddenly the man on the other side of the prince walked up to us in big strides. I breathed a sigh of relief. This made far more sense the mark on Dylan’s name was beautiful and intricate indicating it wasn’t a chosen måte but a fated mate. Maybe I was just too worried, now that I lost the absolute fate of fated mates instantly loving each other.
“Hi, my name is Gerald, and you’re my mate. Wow, you’re breathtaking. I mean. I am sure you are kind too, but euhm…”
Theo giggled and it was obvious that this Gerald guy was a nervous wreck. Jessa introduced herself. She wasn’t nervous but she seemed just
as awestruck. It turned out that Gerald would be the Crown Prince’s
Gemma. He now works as an assistant to the Crown Prince as he has
more work than a regular Alpha to be like David has.
“Does that mean that guy Dylan is working directly for the Prince, too?” I asked, hoping to find out just how bad Hannah messed up.
“Dylan? You mean Dillion, the one next to Prince Griffin?” Gerald ⚫ asked me without taking his eyes off Jessa.
And when I looked up to see if I indeed meant Dillion, it happened. I. was hit by a smell that was even better than the smell when I found out David was my mate.
I smelt cedarwood, cinnamon, and citrus. To my absolute horror, it was the Crown Prince himself who smelt like that. Willow was going crazy, howling out for our mate. But it could not be. We found our mate he rejected us, humiliated us. My fated mate didn’t pass away, so it was not like I was getting a second chance mate. Everything that happened next seemed to be happening in slow motion.
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