Emma woke up with a tired sigh as she gazed up at the ceiling of her room. It was made of transparent glass which broadcasted everything in the sky to her. Her silvery white was a mess around her. It was currently dawn, around 5 am, showing glimpses of a rising sun through her ceiling. Her blue eyes although piercing and sharp held within, a strong sense of fatigue and boredom. With a huge yawn which came out as a growl, she rose up from the bed, her messy hair falling to her naked butt and some slightly covering her massive chest. Her white wolf ears perked up as sounds from outside reached her keen ears. Her beautiful face contorted in annoyance as she listened to conversations from afar, her bushy tail standing on end. With confident and somewhat strong strides, she headed towards her bathroom, her dark skin gleaming slightly under the ceiling of the rising sun. Entering the bathroom, she gazed at the steam coming off from the huge tub, clearly warm water. The bathroom was very huge, almost the size of three normal bathrooms, with a bathtub the size of two king-sized beds. A white, chilly smoke-like aura slowly radiated from her body causing the temperature of the bathroom to drop until snow started falling then it retracted back into her. Sighing with a satisfied smile, she stepped into the tub which was now releasing cold air and lowered her body into it. Surprisingly she almost fit in, instead of looking like a baby in a swimming pool. That was because she was 7 feet tall. She released a sigh of relief as the chilly water which wouldn't lose to the chilly waters of the Artic, flowed over her skin and body. This was one of the days where only cold baths could help release the tension she was feeling. The tension didn't come from anywhere or from battles but from cravings, intimate and sexual cravings. All these would've been solved if she had a boyfriend or in her context a mate but that is where her society came in. She was a werewolf and not just any werewolf, but one of royal blood and even said to possess the bloodline of the first wolf, Fenrir. How true it was, only the future would tell.
In her society, everything was determined by strength and power. With her authority as the princess of the pack, she could get a husband or a man to satisfy her cravings but that wasn't possible because of her society and an innate attitude of all werewolves, the quest for a strong mate and as a royal wolf, it was especially strong in her. She was the 5th child of the Alpha, Prime Alpha Lupine Duskhaven. Her older siblings had all married, especially her brothers, Ralph and Ferd who had 5 and 3 wives respectively. Her older sister had also married 3 husbands and was even on a quest for more but that was where she came in. There might be some truth to her having the bloodline of the werewolf ancestor, Fenrir because of her dual affinities of Ice and Lunar. Her hair, like the royal family was white but it was a perfect mix of silver and white.
Just at the age of 30, she was so strong she could go toe to toe with her older sister, Laura. It wasn't that Laura was weak. No! At her full power, she could destroy a small city. Emma's feat with her sister was in consideration to hand-to-hand combat where she fought at full power while her sister fought at 50% power. Managing to keep up with Laura at 50% power was a very great achievement. Plus, Laura was the 8th strongest in the pack.
Now all this was in consent to her marriage which had been delayed for the past 5 years. Why? The answer was simple yet difficult. Simple because, in the werewolf society, power is determined by strength and in marriage, the stronger one has the final say. You can take Laura as an example. She has a small harem of werewolf men, meaning she has authority and power over them. How to obtain this power? Simple. Defeat them in battle. Show that you are stronger and more powerful. Prove that you have the strength to back up your words. That was the rule of the werewolf society, and it was this same rule which was causing problems for Emma. For the past 5 years, she'd battled countless men because of marriage. The battle wasn't between her at level 5 and someone at level 10, no. The battles centered around the same level, meaning she fought opponents at her level so why was she still living in her bedroom? That was because, no one had been able to defeat her in battle. She was that strong and her pride wouldn't allow her to take anyone weaker than her, that will also mean she had to have these cold baths frequently or go extreme at some instances to satiate herself of her burden.
Today was her birthday, the 1st day of Fenrir's Claw according to the Fenrir calendar and as a celebration, there would be battles and duels where the winner would get to challenge her for her hand in marriage. If he wins, she's his and if he fails, that's it. Something so simple was proving very difficult because of how all the battles of Emma ended in-sudden night, a huge full moon pulsing with energy and her becoming a 10-meter-tall wolf, only falling short off her parents. But that wasn't all. The aura she released in this form commanded absolute respect and obedience with a chilliness and regal disposition to it. In this form, apart from her parents and siblings, every other being, whether werewolf or not, submitted to her will. Over the years, the contest has been spiced up a bit becoming a battle of both strength and willpower although they still lost miserably.
People thought the princess was still strong and her mate would probably be an alpha, if only they knew how desperate she was to have sex...
That aside, this was her problem, and she wished that today will be the day she finally finds a mate. Her toned muscles tensed at the thought of that. The intensity of the battle and how she would fall on her back in the end, bruised from the beatings she received in the battle, then in the night, they would have another battle... she was definitely crazy.
She closed her eyes to enjoy her cold bath, her naked body on display through the water, her hair wet with melted snow and the serene music of the birds through the window. Strangely, she had the feeling that, her mate was near but not so near. This was just a feeling of hers and she could only hope.