|Thorne's POV|
I paced at the length of the penthouse I was in, my wolf agitated and restless. It's been like that since morning, gnawing deep within me. It was like an instinctual pull I couldn't ignore.
My gifts almost went crazy as my Lycan tried to take over but with years of practice, I was able to rile it back in.
Being the descendants of Vrohkaria, gifts were really common in our world, and Lycans tend to have one or multiple, depending on their heritage.
Some people believed that the moon goddess played favorites, while others believed that the Lycans were given the gifts to gain an advantage over the Werewolves.
Looking out the windows, different SUVs and fancy expensive cars and models parked at the front of the hall where the grand ball was to be held.
As a king, I guess we tend to do a lot of stupid things.
E.g.: Agreeing to the councils's decision to host a grand ball to choose a mate since they think I probably don't have a soulmate.
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"Do you all actually think we should wait till he finds his mate?"
"Why are you so confident that he has a mate?"
"You know, I am starting to think that he might be cursed. I don't think the king has a mate."
"I don't think he has a mate."
"The moon goddess splits the soul into half and places it into two people. But does he look like he has a soul? With how gruesome he is??"
"Let's set him up to choose a mate during the annual grand ball."
*******************************************Flashback over.....................
The last statement sealed my face and here I am, dressed in a three-piece Armani tuxedo with my Rolex glittering in the darkened room.
My heart tugged painfully and my Lycan yipped at the context of actually finding our mate. However, what they failed to realize was someone like me doesn't deserve a mate because she would have to watch her back for the rest of her life.
I know I am not a good man. I know the kind of reputation I have. However, I would go through hell and back to protect my pack members. Even if that meant wiping out an entire clan that posed a threat to us.
I felt the instinctual pull again. It was as if the magnet in me was being attracted to something. My legs stretched on their own accords as I matched to the hall. The scent was getting more intense and sweet as I got closer.
I can't place what was happening. I hate not knowing what to do and how to react to situations. My beast was trying to take over. My eyes switched between the usual grey and the black that belonged to the bloodthirsty beast that resided in me.
I tuned out the host as I continued searching for the scent. My beast is excited but I am trying not to raise my hopes high because I am sure I would be the only one happy to have a mate. My mate wouldn't be when she's threatened or kidnapped like three times in the slab of two months.
'I am cursed. I can't have a mate right?' I wondered based on people's speculations.
I froze as I locked eyes with the most gorgeous and stunning lady I had ever seen. My heart thrummed with desire when she bolted.
Her tanned skin and auburn hair looked so healthy and shiny. My hands itched to tangle in it, fist it while she take-
"Fuck," I muttered after hearing her admission and what she thought about me. Perks of having a Neurolysis gift.
The corner of my lips tugged into a smirk and my beast decided to play because he loved hunting. Especially when the prey has deep, mesmerizing eyes and allure like a siren.
I stalked in her direction, my long legs catching up with her easily. I watched her make zigzag movements as she navigated through the crowds, aiming to throw my sight off her.
Clutching her tiny wrist, I let out a satisfying growl as my nose filled with her scent, and for the first time in my life, I was contented and happy. The missing puzzle has been found and I guess the councils were wrong.
"I never knew handsome men could be crazy till I met you." She growled. Her melodious voice almost made my knees buckle. She was my siren and I would forever be her sailor.
'I am a goner.' I had a feeling. A very nagging feeling that if she asked for the world, I would place it in her hands. I don't give two fucks about where people would stay.
Riling the control over to my beast, Fenrir took over and released an earth-shattering growl.
"Mate." We declared.
The room fell silent, and all eyes were drawn to us like moths to fire after my declaration. The hostess, Adelaide, smiled and tipped her head a little, signaling she was about to take over.
"Ouuuu…. That was magnetic. Mission accomplished." Adelaide's serene voice breathed.
She continued. "According to tradition, I must ask, is there anyone who is opposed to the mating?"
Whispers and murmurs filled the atmosphere, and then a certain blonde who used to be my bedmate stepped out confidently. My gaze hardened and my teeth almost cracked from how pissed I was, but I am not above the traditions.
"I oppose." Capturing everyone's attention, her red lips tugged into a cunny smile.