Mated Enemies

This is good; think beyond the mating to what comes next. Like the ceremony that will be attended by my royal family and all the nobles from all the clans, even enemy clans will send out an envoy for something as big as my wedding. They’d better or I’ll singe their asses for disrespecting my wife.

As the future ruling monarchs of the immortals, our wedding will be the biggest party in millennia and thank fuck I won’t have to do shit to bring it about. But the more I imagined her on that day the more at ease I felt. I’m turning into a girl!

I went back to sneaking peeks at her throughout the evening as she went about her usual life; if I didn’t know better I’d swear she was schizophrenic, she kept morphing from one thing to the next. One minute she was soft spoken and sugary sweet when talking with her sisters, and then the next she was bitching, all within the same conversation.

I tried following along but it was almost like watching a play where she played all the leading roles. I got the gist of what was going on from the sisters who teased her about her personality change when she has PMS. So that’s what that is. It sure was fun to watch and listen and I found myself getting lost in her antics.

I was the only one that saw the smile and animation leave her once she retired to her bedroom a few hours later, well me and the bird. She was nervous, afraid and alone. My heart ached. I sent a soft kiss to her brow and hoped it helped.

I made myself look away when she went to take a shower and rolled my eyes when she came back into the bedroom wearing another one of those gossamer gowns again, this one a pastel yellow. How many of those shits does she own anyway?

She walked over and looked out the window and for a moment her thoughts turned to me. I steadied myself as she relived in vivid detail our little encounter against the tree. Where her body heated up naturally with the memory, mine went into overload.

I pulled back quickly before I ended up with another icepack on my balls and downed another glass of cognac. It’s not going to do shit, but it’s something to do while I wait. I’m giving her at least another hour or so to fall asleep before making my return.

I rested my head back against the chair and let my mind drift through the last couple of days. I’ve been so preoccupied with what could go wrong that I haven’t really stopped to enjoy the fact that she was my wife and that a new phase of my life is about to begin.

Some might say the most important part. From and I will come the future monarch, the son who will rule after me. It won’t be for a very long time, but it’s still something my people will look forward to.

Just as my grandfather does not have to die for me to take over the reins, neither will I have to for my son to take my place. It’s just always been this way since my kind does not die, not the high immortals anyway. Though lesser ones can be destroyed. Like Sabrina’s clan.

Why did my mind go there? It’s true I feel a bit sorry for her but I have no guilt. I never once encouraged her, never once led her on. But I did once see her as my sister, as someone I cared for. I now realized that her actions in the last years had made me dislike her somewhat. Or was it the thought of what her presence might mean to my wife that now has me feeling this way?

She’d ran off more than a few of my sexual partners and anyone I’d shown an interest in in the past. But because I hadn’t been too invested I never made too much of a big deal about it. But Natalia’s different she’s my mate in every sense of the word. If Sabrina steps out of line with her it can very well lead to me doing something to her that the others may not like, especially my mother.

Since she’d raised her as her own for so long she’s very protective of her. There was a time when she too thought it was a good idea for me to take Sabrina as a side consort. That had only led to hurt feelings and recriminations. I can only imagine what would happen if I snapped and ended her for crossing Natalia. That’s something that everyone should no is grounds for termination, family or not.

As my thoughts turned once again to my mate I had to wonder if she’s someone I’d have chosen for myself if given the chance. It’s not something I ever gave much thought to since I always knew since birth that my mate would be chosen for me.