59: 59 Mate

59 Mate

"Why hasn't she woken up yet?"

"Don't worry, it’s normal. No need to panic."

"It is almost dawning, and the gates of the Land of Glory are about to open, but my queen is still unconscious, and you're telling me not to worry?"

"Please remain calm, Your Highness. I assure you, Delia will awaken within an hour."

"You already said that an hour ago!"

... ...

The conversation between Kral and the spirit snapped me out of my unconscious state.

I gradually opened my eyes, and I found myself enveloped in a pair of strong arms. The distinct lines of Kral's jawline made me speak in a bewildered voice, "Kral?"

The room fell silent for an instant.

Kral lowered his head, and his golden eyes locked with mine. At that moment, I caught a glimpse of a black wolf nestled within his gaze.

I could see a commanding and strong black wolf from Kral’s eyes. At the same time, I smelled something very special, something I had never smelled before. It's a mixture of cherry and sea salt. It's very thick. I felt a perfume bomb explode in my nose.

"Wooo!"

"Delia, it's him! That's my wolf! I found my mate!" Childish echoes reverberated in my mind as my white wolf leaped with joy, eager to burst out of my body and embrace Kral.

"Delia? You... you have a wolf?"

Kral's eyebrows arched, his black eyes filled with astonishment as he clearly sensed the smell of me.

Everything appeared different.

My sense of smell, vision, and strength have undergone a remarkable enhancement.

Even without looking directly, I could perceive the folds in the soft fabric covering the couch where I sat, and the delicate trail left by the drifting curtain to my right as I stood up.

The entire room became vividly clear within my sight.

The moon was never so clear. It showed a magnetic light, drawing my gaze.

A fervent surge of blood coursed through my veins, urging me to shift into a wolf and release a howl under the moonlight.

Yet, a faint scent of blood reached my nostrils, its tang now overpowering my heightened senses.

I could even hear the flow of blood pulsating.

My heart raced wildly as I bugged him, pinning him down on the couch.

I gazed into his submissive yet bewildered face and kissed him.

“Mate!”

My desire to possess him overwhelmed me.

And so, I acted upon that desire. The familiar scent of him enveloped my senses as I nuzzled into the strands of his black hair.

His body was always open to me.

"Delia?" he uttered, his voice filled with astonishment and uncertainty. I buried my head in his shoulder, whispering softly as I savored the scent of his neck, gently nibbling on his earlobe.

I ran my wet, hot tongue over his neck, causing tremors to ripple through his body.

Suddenly, a firm pressure came from his waist, and his hands tightly gripped my waist.

"Kral... Your Highness,..." I murmured. His grip loosened slightly, and I let out a soft laugh.

"Do you know what you are doing?" Kral's voice was hoarse, as if he were suppressing something.

His lips pressed against my ear, his warm breath sending tingles down my lower back. His sharp teeth nibbled my earlobe, like a beast toying with tender meat in its mouth.

My ears turned warm, but my hands didn’t stop.

I positioned myself on his chest, gently caressing the scar on his chest with my cheek.

"Of course I know. " I smiled up at him, then proceeded to unbutton his shirt, one after one.

Kral leaned back against the white couch, his honey-toned skin glistening as if coated in oil.

Well-defined muscles adorned his arms and torso, with powerful shoulders rippling beneath them.

Moonlight shined over his body, revealing a perfectly sculpted set of eight-pack abs and a tantalizing apollo's belt disappearing into his pants.

"Your Highness,"

My blood boiled, a desire surging through my body.

My moist lips traced a shallow path along his neck, pausing at his scar.

"I want you," I whispered.

Did he truly comprehend everything? Isn't the attraction of mates mutual? From the moment I regained consciousness and laid eyes on him, he should have sensed we’er mates, shouldn't he?

Kral's face darkened, and the ache from the grip around my waist became apparent. But I paid no mind to it. I smiled, gazing into his eyes and smelled his scent.

"Delia, we should make our way to the gate now. The dawn is approaching."

Kral's breath grew shallow, as if restrained some desire. In response, I drew nearer to his face, pressing a kiss upon his brow.

In the next moment, the world spun around me. The pearly hairpin adorning my head was removed, and my chestnut locks tumbled down, draping over the sofa.

" Don't tempt me. You know how I feel right now, Delia," Kral warned.

His intense gaze locked onto mine, his golden eyes tinged with a hint of red.

A palpable sense of danger filled the air, triggering alarms in my mind. Yet, I clung tightly to the man before me.

He exuded an aura of restlessness, veins bulging on his forehead, and a heat radiated from his lower back to his neck. It’s a temperature that did not belong to my own body.

My hands rested on his iron-strong arm, but they felt feeble, like an ant trying to shake a giant tree.

"Mark me completely, my mate, right now," I demanded. My body and my wolf yearned for fulfillment in this very moment. I silenced his lips, his scent making me dizzy.

"Don't... regret it," he sighed, his voice filled with desire, its echoes reverberating in my mind.

Before I could fully comprehend his words, Kral suddenly forced me with his arm, pressing me against his bare chest.

He touched my hair and my neck, and with a surge of determination, he marked me. His sharp teeth pierced through my skin, and I felt as though I were consumed by flames.

Every breath, every inch of his skin, every touch, they all intensified the fire between us. I was enveloped in his embrace, lost in a whirlwind of bewilderment and overwhelming sensations.

The white curtains of the wooden cabin gently swayed, while the deep black sky adorned with scattered stars stretched above us. 2

Sparse starlight shone through the window, casting a dreamlike glow. With my head lowered, our smell permeated every corner of the room.

His hands firmly grasped my waist, and he pressed his forehead against mine. His hair brushed against my flushed face, making my skin itch a little bit.

His long and powerful fingers lifted my chin, his golden eyes capturing my gaze, allowing no escape. It felt as if I could witness a volcano within his eyes.

"Delia, my fated mate." His lips forcefully claimed mine, a large hand securing the back of my head, leaving no room for retreat.

The distance between us diminished rapidly, and his scorching breath overwhelmed my senses.

Kral's tongue carried a sense of dominance as it passionately explored my mouth, asserting its authority. I trembled, my body turning into a pond of water, surrendering completely to his love and control.

As the moon neared its disappearance, my eyes caught sight of a new portrait adorning the wall.

It depicted a girl in a white veil, holding two lilies in her hands. It was my own picture staring back at me.

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