SIERRA

Feeling an urgent need to empty my bladder, I open my eyes and immediately squint at the late afternoon rays pouring in through the window. Looking around to take notice of my surrounding, I recall that I am in my mate's house with him right now pressed behind me. I can feel his hair tingling the back of my neck and his erection pressed against my ass. One of his hands is under my head acting like my personal pillow while the other rests on my hips. One of his thighs is splayed over my legs as if trapping me under him.

How to get out from under my mate? I sigh thinking of a way to get out of the bed without waking him up.

"I know you are awake," he speaks hoarsely and I jump. His just woke-up voice sends a shiver through my body which he feels since he is draped over me and he chuckles at the effect he has on me.

"Let me go," I say and he stiffens. I gulp in horror as I interpret my own words quickly opening my mouth to stop him from misunderstanding.

"No, I mean, I need to pee," I say, terribly failing to keep the tremble out of my voice. Immediately he loosens his grip on me and I feel cold without his arms around me. Shaking those depressing feelings out of my head, I get out of the bed and enter the bathroom in time before my bladder loses control.

I get out of the bathroom after washing my face and mouth to stand awkwardly just outside the bathroom. I am naked, so is my mate but he is covered from waist-down by the blanket whereas I am standing here on open display.

While looking at his hard, muscled body, taking in his royal mark and then my claiming mark which sits in his shoulder blades proudly for the world to see, I don't feel proud of myself. He is clearly checking me out but doesn't comment, which I am truly grateful for.

I look down and see that my hair is covering most of my breasts and I hold my hands in front of me covering myself.

"You don't need to hide from me, mate." I look up to catch his eyes which are dark blue, almost cobalt in their shade, staring back at me with an intensity that makes me tremble.

"Come here," he beckons me with an outstretched hand, smiling in reassurance and I, without thinking, take a step in his direction as if he's completely in control of my body. It only reassures me. I trust him completely and this realisation only makes me happier, to lose some of the awkwardness that I felt a few minutes ago.

I reach on his side of the bed, standing in front of him as he lies there all confident with one arm under his head as a pillow and the other outstretched for me as I stand trembling. As soon as I reach within touching distance, he takes hold of a lock of my hair in his finger, twirling it and I lick my suddenly dry lips wringing my fingers nervously.

He suddenly pulls me in the bed and under him, settling himself above me, bracing his weight on his elbows and I gasp. Without any preamble, he dips his head down to kiss me and sweeps in for another round to satisfy our hunger. I being the one in heat give into him and take as much pleasure as I can.

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Hours later, we are still in the bed all snuggled up without actually talking to each other. My heat has reduced for the time being letting me breathe without trembling in arousal. Fenris seems to be more than accommodating in managing my heat, I muse to myself.

"I am sorry for rejecting you Fenris. Please accept my apology," I try once again intertwining our fingers which rest on my stomach. He sighs behind me and I feel his breath on my mark which makes me shiver a little.

"I already forgave you for rejecting me Sierra. Don't apologise again," he mutters before kissing my mark. His way of closing the topic. I don't like this awkwardness between us when we are not having sex and I desperately want to go back to our today morning's easy banter before I confessed that I know about his royal status. I already knew that he would react this way. Nearly everyone thinks that I am some power-hungry bitch who's looking for a wealthy person to mate.

"Don't overthink this, Sierra. We'll think about one thing at a time, okay?" he asks and I only nod, not trusting my voice to come out without trembling.

I turn around to look at him and he allows me by loosening his grip on me. I lean down to kiss his marks and his chest rumbles. I smile feeling good that I please him.

"Why did you sneak out of the school yesterday?" he asks all of a sudden but continues petting my hair, twirling it. I sigh and give him a long-suffering look. He waits patiently for my answer.

"I had a nightmare..." I tell him everything and then wait for him to reply. He shakes his head at my words and then looks at me.

"You were played by the witch. That was a plot to kidnap you again," he whispers and I feel that he is restraining himself from growling. The information doesn't surprise me anymore, maybe because I know that I am safe.

"I am sorry but lately I have been feeling edgy maybe because I knew that there's a witch spy in the school. I also missed you," I confess holding my breath to his reaction. His eyes widen a little as he stares down at me, the hand petting my hair stops and then cups my nape.

"You did?" I can hear the wonder in his voice and feel like killing myself for putting that tone in his voice. He really doesn't trust me.

"Yes. I did. I am sorry. The elders told me about you. Why didn't you tell me that when I rejected you?"

"I didn't know about my heritage then. The murders, the letters by the rogue and then my mark made me feel that I am missing something. So, I questioned the elders and then my Alpha. After their confessions only, did I believe that I am the prince." He speaks softly but I feel an underlying tone of weariness in his words. I take some time to digest his words trying not to be overwhelmed. If I got scared looking at only one dead body in the school that day then I can't possibly imagine what he is feeling right now who has had to kill so many rogues and then to see the rogue retaliate by killing innocent wolves. Thoroughly confused by this entire marathon of events, I look at him while asking my next question.

"How long will this artificial heat last?" His eyes widen at my question and then he frowns.

"Your artificial heat is over. What you are feeling right now is the natural heat," he explains softly as if talking to some child and now its my turn to frown. He begins petting me again but this time brushes away my hair and caresses my bare back from neck to hip. I sigh at the feel of his hands on my skin and he bends down to press a kiss on the top of my head.

Slowly, his words sink in and I realise that I marked him during my artificial heat and that marking triggered my natural heat. I recall that he marked me later after asking me but I didn't ask him. Immediately I look up in his eyes which are darker in shade. They have been like that since my heat began.

"I am sorry." I say looking at the new mark.

"Shh. You don't need to apologise for marking me. I am not at all suffering here," he says and then smirks at me wiggling his brows. I laugh at his slyness and punch him in the arm. He only laughs louder and the sound runs straight to my heart, squeezing it. I feel so proud of myself for making him laugh. This is the second time I have heard him laughing. It sounds better than last time and sends tiny slivers of pleasure down my spine. I only bask in it.

"You don't need to worry about the heat anymore, okay?" he asks lifting my chin and I can only nod, afraid that I would squeal like a schoolgirl for making him laugh and then he would laugh at me. He kisses me on my lips and my heat starts taking over once again but I still have so many questions, so, I push him back a little and he pouts at my behaviour. An unexpected giggle slips from my mouth at how cute he looks when he pouts like that and I lean over to kiss his mark then raise my head to kiss him. Immediately he takes over and I push him once again.

"No, wait. I want to ask you something," I begin and he only sighs before pulling me tightly against him and then resting his chin on my head.

"Ask away." That's the only encouragement I need as I fire my questions rapidly.

"What's going on? You said that Nora is your aunt and then she's a witch? Does that mean that your mom was a witch? I have never heard a mating between a witch and a werewolf." I pause looking at Fenris's pained expression and I know that I have crossed a limit. I open my mouth to apologise but he stops me by placing a finger on my lips.

"Yes, my mom was a witch. Theirs's was the first ever witch-werewolf mating. My mom faced some problems first but then she showed the royal mark, similar to the one you have, it proves that you are a royal mate. That's how their mating was accepted," he explains and my mouth hangs open at his explanation.

"So, you are a hybrid!" I exclaim widening my eyes listening to my own words. He nods and then motions for me to continue with my questioning.

"Why are you living here with the witches? Why aren't you in Mystic Shadow? When did you move in here? Did you build this house? Why are the rogues targeting you?"

My only reply is his chuckle and I huff in frustration for not getting any answers.

"Okay, okay. Don't get upset, baby. I can answer only those questions for which I have an answer. The rest we'll figure out later," he says, looking down at me and I nod.

"I was living in Mystic shadow when Nora came to give me my memories, the ones before the war. During that time, the pack was attacked by the rogues. I didn't want the pack to come to any harm because of me that's when Nora suggested this cabin, it is my parent's and rightfully mine, so I moved here. The rogue wants to rule over the werewolves and his only obstacle is me that's why he is so focused on killing me," he finishes and I gasp at his last words.

The rogues plan to kill him? I can't let that happen and I my heart beats faster at the thought of losing my mate. I hold him tighter and he understands my fear probably because he starts kissing my temple and then my eyes, my cheeks, my nose, my chin and finally my lips. I reciprocate immediately and soon we succumb to the heat overtaking all the thoughts running through our minds.

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The ringing of a phone wakes me up and I feel Fenris moving out of the bed to answer it. I am surprised that he has a phone. I thought that being a trainee he didn't have one but then he isn't a trainee anymore. He's the Prince. My mind will definitely take some time to adjust to this fact.

Turning to look out of the window, I notice that it is dark outside and my stomach rumbles, demanding food. I sit up and stretch my body enjoying the stiffness I feel because of all the love making we did the whole day for two days.

I realise that I haven't actually seen the house since I came here three nights ago. I just couldn't walk out of the door because of the constant burning and clenching in my vagina. Nora used to bring meals for me and Fenris went out of the room to do whatever he's been doing while I slept in between the breaks from the heat.

Making my decision to ask for a tour of the house, I get out of the bed and into the shower.

Wearing a cream-coloured bra, I pull on a t-shirt which is lose enough to not abrade over my now sensitive skin, I wear my panties and a pair of cotton pants. I search for a hair band or a clip to tie my hair and sigh in relief when I find at least half a dozen of them in the side of the bag which elder Fridolf brought in. I couldn't wear any clothes for the last two days as the cloth abraded my skin and then Fenris banned me from wearing clothes till the heat fades away.

I anyway didn't need it because of the heat. Tying my hair up in a high ponytail, I feel a semblance of normality in this situation.

Fenris is still talking to someone on the phone but I cannot hear so I just walk to the window and look out. This side of the house faces the woods. I can only spot snow-covered mountains and then some trees but beyond that I can't make out anything.

"Sierra."

I turn to see Fenris standing right behind me and I startle a bit. I never heard him walk up behind me neither did I hear him talk on the phone, I realise belatedly.

"What?" I ask slightly angry that he snuck up on me.

"Your mother is on the line. She wants to talk to you," he says grimly, making me freeze.

My mom? How did she know that I am here? How did she get Fenris's contact number? I look at him with all my questions at the tip of my tongue but he shakes his head and holds out the phone for me. Reluctantly I take it from his hands, not knowing how and what to tell my mom. She surely knows about Fenris if she's called on his number.

Fenris kisses my forehead softly before making his way into the bathroom giving me some privacy.

"Hello," I speak into the phone anticipating her scolding.

"Why didn't you tell us that you have met your mate and that he's the prince?" exclaims my mother a little too loudly.

"Mom, I did something terrible when I met him," I begin to say but am stopped when she cuts me in.

"I know. The prince told me that you asked for some time before accepting his claim," She says and I debate with myself whether to tell her the truth or not. Finally making a decision to be honest from now onwards, I say, "Mom I rejected him. I was foolishly under the impression then that I loved Aztec but Fenris is nothing but patient with me from the beginning."

"What? How can you be so stupid, Sierra?" I cringe at her words.

"I already apologised to him mom," I say.

"Yes, I know. You were wandering through the forest at night and got yourself injected with drugs. I know. The prince told me."

"Yes, and his name is Fenris. But we also marked each other and now I am in heat," I feel my face flame as I speak the words.

"I know baby. Elder Raoul called me first to inform me. He says that you feel pain when someone else touches you apart from your mate. Is it true?"

"Yes, elder Fridolf came in to take my blood sample in the morning but then as soon as he touched me, my skin felt blistered. I felt the same when Fenris's aunt touched me," I tell her and I can feel my mom nodding over the other end of the line.

"Elder Raoul called to ask me if any female in our family felt this condition during their heat. The problem is no one in our family has ever felt like this."

"Okay. I will let him know about it," I say and wish if she were here with me. Not that I don't feel safe with Fenris but it would have helped to have a female opinion regarding this heat stuff.

"Please don't do anything foolish Sierra. He is the prince and you are the luckiest she-wolf to be his mate," my mom scolds me and I feel as if she's Fenris's mom and not mine. I roll my eyes at her side-switching behaviour.

"We are fine at the moment, mom. I will take care, don't worry," I say sarcastically.

"Oh darling. I do worry about you but sometimes you are so stubborn that you don't think before talking and I don't want you to regret anything." I feel my eyes burning as I listen to her talk about my most basic mistake. The mistake of regretting my mate.

"I am trying hard mom. I am," I say barely able to keep the tremble out of my voice.

"You do that, baby girl and I wish you conceive during this heat. It has never happened for any of our pack females in the last two decades. Being the prince's mate maybe you will be the first one to conceive," she says distracting me and I gasp at her bold sentence.

I feel myself blushing and Fenris's takes this moment to walk out of the bathroom with one towel slung around his neck and the other tied around his waist. The sight makes my mouth go dry and I lick my lips. I forget that the call is still on and that my mother has actually said something weird.

"Answer your mom, baby or do you want to start making babies immediately?" I feel my face flame up in embarrassment at being caught and then my mom's voice ringing in my ears.

"No, I am fine, mom. Yes! I will call you later. Bye." I end the call and throw the phone at my mate trusting that he catches it. He does but then it infuriates me further as he has that smirk plastered to his face.

He laughs at me and I turn to look out of the window, rattled by mother's words and embarrassed that Fenris heard it. Moreover, his casual reaction kind of pisses me off.

"I am sorry but I couldn't control the words when I heard your mom speaking about pups," he whispers from behind me and then I feel his arms coming around me as his chin rests on my shoulder.

I sigh at my behaviour and my anger evaporates but I still feel weird.

"Come on. I hope you are ready to go downstairs for dinner or do you want me to get it here?" he asks nuzzling my hair away and then placing a sweet kiss on my mark. I shiver at the pleasure and tighten my hold on his forearms which are resting on my hips.

"I need to meet everyone otherwise they'll think I am a snob," I mutter and he only chuckles. I feel him shaking his head in my neck and I rest my head against his shoulder. In just two days, he's woven himself so deep in my heart that I couldn't even think of why I rejected him in the first place.

"Let's get you fed so that I can fuck you again. Your stomach's constant growling is reminding me of how bad a mate I am," he mutters and I immediately tense up. I turn to look at him but he's now busy pulling on a shirt, covering his delicious body.

Ugh, hormones!

"You are not a bad mate, Fenris," I mumble quietly looking at him and watch as his face softens and he pulls me in for a deep, soothing kiss. I feel my eyes water but then control the urge and then follow him out of the room towards the kitchen. 

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