Filed To Story: Fated is Overrated Novel Free by Brenda Minnaard
And then, to top it off, my mate – well, mates – have to be the most egotistical *ssholes in wolf history. And, of course, repulsed by me. I should feel anger at the way they look at me and the words they have said, but right now and just at this moment, I allow myself to feel sad for the mate bond I will never get to have. Ironically, too, considering Liberty was hiding and retracting her scent, so they haven’t smeller as and don’t even know they are my mates yet. Even though I never wanted it – another rejection still stings. I chuckle bitterly to myself while the tears spill freely. I guess I really am that repulsive. A part of me hopes their wolves are equally sh*tty, to not complicate things further. But the other part of me wishes for Liberty’s sake that she won’t face the same rejection I always have. ‘I am so sorry Lola. I really am. You are NOT repulsive, you are more special than you can fathom. I know it doesn’t mean much, but to me, you mean anything and everything. I love you’. More tears spill as I’ll allow it this once. I always push myself to be strong, to not be weak. But even the toughest soldiers have their breaking point I guess. ‘I love you too, Liberty. You are also anything and everything to me’ I say with a sad smile.
Right. Enough crying, time to freshen up and put the poker face back on. I head to the only door in the room and open it, to find an astonishing bathroom. Of course, what else did I expect? Again, marble from head to toe. The bathroom has a huge shower which could fit 8 of me and a bathtub big enough to drown in. It could easily fit 6 of me as well. I guess with big Lycan wolves things need to be this big in order to fit them.
After having showered I feel renewed again, the hot steamy water on my skin actually did wonders to soothe me. I took my sweet time basking in the comfort of it. And having it after 2 weeks of only bathing in lakes or rivers occasionally makes you appreciate it all the more. I head out into the room again, pondering what I am going to wear as all but one set of my clothes are filthy. And I was intending to put that set on as soon as I reached human territory – as I can’t go looking for a job looking like a bum. But as I reach my bag near the massive bed, I find 3 stacks of clothes and a set of underwear neatly folded on the bed with a note in front of it “I thought you could use some clean clothes, dear. I hope you don’t mind. I asked the maids to wash your clothes in the meantime, so you will have fresh clothes of your own again. – Xena”. Wow, that is really nice of her. The kind gesture brings small tears to my eyes, but not from sadness this time. I just hope she is sincere in her intentions and was honest about wanting to let me leave. I look at the stacks of clothes – all 3 are different styles for me to choose from. All of them are my perfect size. I wonder how she arranged all of that so quickly. The first option is the most casual one, black pants and a white blouse. The second one is more feminine, a beautiful yellow sundress with a round neckline and a flowy skirt. The third option is the most formal one but also the most daring one in my prude eyes, as I always wear very concealing clothes. It is a tight black dress with a round neckline and a slit on the left side which would reach about mid-thigh for me. I bite down on my lower lip. I don’t know what to choose. I really don’t feel comfortable in revealing clothes, but as I will be dining with the King and Queen I need to dress as formal as possible.
Sighing, I drop the towel and put on the underwear, a lacy black set. After the underwear I grab the black dress and slip it on. It’s as if the dress was custom-made for me, with the way it clings to my body. It shows off everything I have, and I suddenly feel really self-conscious about it. I know it sounds weird but it feels as if I am completely naked like this, everything on display. I put on the black and red pumps that were on the floor in front of the clothes. I head to the bathroom to take a good look at myself and I let my hair fall freely across my back from the bun it was previously captured in. If the Queen picked these clothes – they must be alright, right? As I am still pondering on if I have picked the right thing, there is a knock at the door. Hesitantly, I call for whoever is at the door to come in. A maid walks in my line of sight and says “I am here to escort you to dinner, miss”. F*ck is it already time?! I don’t have time to contemplate and change if needed now! I gulp down the lump in my throat and reply “alright”, whilst following her out the door.
The walk to the dining hall is uncannily short as opposed to the other walks I have had here thus far. As we reach the big double doors, the maid signals where I have to enter, before heading off in the opposite direction. Right as I am about to enter, I am halted in my tracks and can hear one of the twins yelling “WHAT THE F*CK MOTHER?”.
Zeke POV
After having escorted the dirty rogue, Zane and I have a bone to pick with our dear mother. What the f*ck is she even thinking?! Why?! As expected, mother and father are in the dining room early as Zane and I walk in. They were deep in a discussion through mind-link when we stepped in, so we waited a few minutes before jumping in head first. I clear my throat to make them aware of our presence and as I glance to Zane, he has the same pissed off expression I have. “Sorry boys, we did not see you there, sit down please”. Zane and I sit down in our usual seats on either side of our parents. As I want to speak up, Zane blurts out “WHAT THE F*CK MOTHER?”. Although I wanted to word it a bit more diplomatic than that, it is the exact same thing that was on my mind. My mother’s face distorts in a scowl before raising her voice slightly – a clear indicator she is livid, as she always keeps her composure, even with us – “watch your tone with me young man. I may be your mother, but I will whoop your ass if you use that tone with me again! Now, care to try again?”. If I wasn’t so pissed off myself I would have laughed at my mother’s reply, but now is not the time. I decide to intervene as Zane seems to have his tongue caught. “What Zane meant to ask was why is there a rogue in our house, mother? And even more so – on the same floor as us?”.
After having lingered her glare on Zane for another few seconds, she turns her face to me. “Her name is Lola, in case you have forgotten. She is in our house as she was fighting 5 rogue wolves off near our borders in her human form. Her wolf is dormant. We needed to question her about the incident”. “That still doesn’t explain why she isn’t in the dungeons like the rest of the filthy rogues” Zane speaks up, and before our mother can even reply I burst out laughing. “What is so funny?” Zane asks me now. “She doesn’t even have a wolf… If I thought she was pathetic before, it has reached another level now. She is a rogue without a wolf!” Zane starts laughing with me, shaking his head. “ENOUGH!” My mother yells at us, this is very unlike her and Zane and I are taken aback. What is going on with her? “I did not raise you 2 to be the arrogant little pups that sit before me now! She was out there alone, without a wolf, and you find this funny? She could have died!”. “So what if she had? Who cares?” mother’s face turns red from anger and just when we expected her to yell at us, the unexpected happens. We jump from our seats as father slams his fist on the table, nearly breaking it in half. As we were focused on our mother we failed to pay attention to our father, who is now seething and pushing out so much aura that Zane and I have no choice but to submit and bare our necks. I hate it when he does that! His irises are pitch black, meaning his wolf is also seething, and he takes deep breaths while our mother is rubbing his back gently to calm him down. One of the positive effects of a mate bond is that a fated mate can calm you down just with their touch and proximity, which mother is doing right now to deescalate the argument.
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