There are mates, and then there are mates ;) by JH (i am malala young readers edition .txt) 📕

ditched the keys and did what I had been rehearsing for my whole life… I opened the big old wooden doors and called out
“Oh honey I’m home!”
My announcement was greeted with a chuckle of acknowledgement.
“Well that was apparent…honey.”
I swivelled round to the source of the noise and I’ve got to say it was not what I expected.
The face I recognised from the pack papers, this was Prince Oscar except he looked different. His hair was longer now, his legs draped in jeans with ripped knees and not ‘posh boy chinos’ his top was a metallica band tee and it. Looked. Hot.
He sniggered at my reaction and then looked at Freddie and George who were nervously looking at the ground.
/Oh shit here it comes/ /Tara forgive us/ I barely had time to register their thoughts before I heard what was going on outside the heads.
“Dudes you have no idea how much I have missed you, I’ve left your rooms exactly as they were when you left. We’ll catch up later, theirs a new game room you can ‘try’ and beat my highscores.” It ended with a man hug.
I stood there both shocked and stunned. My friends? Wait no…His friends.
The old life was a fantasy, I knew everybody was afraid of me and I had no idea that the two I trusted myself with were only my friends out of duty to their prince. Who they are apparently majorly chummy with.
“Come on Tara, you’ve got to be starving and if you want to squeeze some grub in before my parents spot you we’ve got to hurry.”
He shifted his head in the direction of a door on the far left of the entrance hall and I reluctantly started shuffling towards it.
“Right well seeing as you’re still moping I’ll do all the talking…Don’t call me Oscar, I hate that name call me Oz. The whole marriage thing not my idea of fun, and trust me if it was my choice I’d quite happily live my life alone…perhaps settling into my own pack one day. I just turned 18 last month…” he turned to look at me expectantly so I inputted
“Happy Birthday” sad thing is I meant it. The soul mate principle really screws up your genuine emotions and he knew it, being an omega meant I wasn’t quite so ass kissing as other wolves would have been but it was still out of character for me.
He nodded in response and started getting out numerous things from the cupboards of their lavish kitchen. The walls were painted a royal blue and the grand oven a jet black, around the outskirts of the room it was furnished with large fridges and other doors presumably leading to stock rooms. It was only when my nose twitched did I notice that I had been daydreaming once more, the twitching was a response to the smell of freshly cooked pancakes with a small marshmellow and some syrup drizzled over it.
One plate was being offered towards me by Oz and I took it gratefully. He jumped back almost as soon as I went for the plate dropping it making me dart forward to ensure it didn’t crack as it hit the floor. I shot him a look of annoyance and for a moment I thought I saw guilt flash through his eyes.
We sat at opposite sides of the table and I tucked in. I have to say this food was delicious, I know who’ll be doing the cooking in this arrangement. I’ll do the…eating?
“I didn’t expect you to be like this…” I looked up startled at the voice that felt so familiar yet alien.
“Well you’re not exactly what I expected either.” he nodded again, took another bite of his pancakes and then putting his dishes in the sink turned and said,
“They told me you were funny, bright, warm and yet fierce. That you were strong and determined, loyal to your pack or even any wolf that you met. They told me that you were confident and had the most beautiful singing voice. They said your power frightened you and made you feel as though you didn’t belong, as though people looked at you differently.”
“Who to you mean by they?”
“Fredric and Georgric, though they told me they prefer the names you gave them and insisted I called them that appose to their own names the first summer they returned.”
Freddie and George always disappeared in the summer, they told me they helped out their grandmother but now I know otherwise…they were with him.
“Just how much did they tell you?”
“Enough to make me think that you might understand…”
“Understand?”
“Why I need you as a mate, why I struggle to make friends who weren’t originally bought up in the palace. People are scared of me, scared of the power my name gives me and of my powers.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, rich kid scenario seriously? I grew constantly hiding my wolf from humans, hiding my powers from wolves and denying, trying so hard to deny my powers. What powers could this guy have that makes him so threatening.
“yeah like your powers are so formidable.” I scoffed.
“I can do things no one else knows about, but you’ll know once we’re mated, you’ll know my closeted secrets.”
“Well I’m sorry to burst your bubble but we’re not mating any time soon, you may be my mate in my soul but you haven’t won my heart yet.”
He looked at me as though I’d just scolded a child… “What are your powers then?” he asked looking deep into my eyes as though trying to pull the truth out of me, it wasn’t until I truly looked back at his that my heart did little flips in my chest.
“I’ve never really made a list of them…I’m a telepath, I get little glimpses of the future though I never force them…I, I can sense the world around me, the nature and if I want to I can talk to animals. Sometimes the weather changes with my mood and I’m strong and can go really fast. When I was five I really wanted to go on this fair ground ride, the human tender said I was too small but I complained an complained and eventually I just told him that I deserved to go on…he just let me…”
“Wait! You went alpha on a human?”
“It wasn’t quite like that, it was as if he wanted to believe me. I didn’t order him I just persuaded him…my powers used to crop up like that all the time. There are more of them but I try not to talk about them”
“I get it don’t worry…” he flashed me a little smile and I laughed at him forgetting almost where I was.
“You know you’re cooler then the pack papers make out, they described you as a posh boy who liked posh boy things like playing polo.” the smile was suddenly wiped off of his face and his eyes suddenly turned menacing and defensive…
“What the hell is wrong with polo?!”
I recoiled instantly and drew my impartial face on which alphas recognised as blank. If an alpha can not control something they attack it but with omegas its like they simply can’t see the objection and defiance and just see the reasoning. If it wasn’t for the omega look I would have had my butt kicked a long time ago.
His face suddenly went very calm… “Huh I guess there’s no kidding with you, you seriously are a omgea then?”
I shifted back into a reality pose and looked straight into his eyes, some alphas had issues with the omgea, my father I’ve already mentioned Eric was the first that accepted it. A part of me ached as I thought of Eric and where I might be right now…
“Cool.” and that was it, no issues of dominance, you’d have thought the prince and a future alpha would’ve had more of a problem with retaliation.
“huh?” I asked him honest confusion was apparent on my face.
“You’re going to make things more interesting around here…I like interesting.” With that he got up and winking at me went to grab the door, presumably to start a tour of this gigantor house.

Chapter 7-MEETING THE PARENTS.

Is it me or did the Prince just inadvertently tell me he liked me? I still didn’t know what to make of him, if I was any other wolf I would have jumped his bones by now. A part of me realised he was my soul mate, that I felt fuller somehow when I was with him but something was still missing. I assumed that would fill when we completed the bond…which isn’t really something I should be thinking about especially if there are any telepaths in the building.
Jumping out of my reverie I went after the Prince who had already gained several meters in front of me…
His scent was warm but there were several other things in this house which I wasn’t quite certain of, especially his parents, whom I met next after walking into the dining hall. Of course much like I was with Oz I wasn’t really aware of what the royals would look like when they weren’t being followed by the media. So when I walked into the room and saw two people that didn’t look a day over thirty dressed in jeans and trainers I didn’t think, oh they must be the royals and I walked right by them. Only when I looked at Oz and saw the similarity between their faces and his did it click.
I swore violently then stumbled in my apology and knocked over a vase. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion as it was falling to the floor the Queen made a shrieking noise and I realised I could stop it, I didn’t have to make a complete and utter fool of myself. I raised my hand and it simply flew back upwards…Of course they were a little stunned but I seemed to be revealing my telekenis to everyone nowadays so whats the big difference of my soon to be in laws.
“Sorry about that…” I mumbled, knowing that they could hear me, and I plucked the vase out of the air and placed it on the table.
The King, or Rupe as he asked me to call him, was the first to snap out of his trance like state. “Oh, it’s quite alright dear, no harm no foul.”
Oz chuckled as he moved his hand in front of his mothers eyes rapidly, trying to evoke a response. Somehow his chuckle made me feel the humour in the situation and I began to laugh as well. Soon enough both me and Oz were clutching our stomachs and panting trying to reach the floor before we ran out of oxygen. Rupe made a blurring movement and I snapped out of my own fits of laughter and hissed at him. Then realising he was rushing to catch his wife who had passed out I withdrew into the submissive character that was demanded by any who wasn’t an alpha. Of course it was an appearance and not actually true to my personality but it made other people feel more comfortable around me.
As he cradled his wife in his arms he spoke to me, looking directly into my eyes, challenging me, but I didn’t look away. “You’ve grown up a lot Tara, you’re a lot more rebellious then you used to. I suggest you take care to keep yourself in check, not to the degree that you feel repressed but it may help my wife feel more comfortable during the transition of this marriage.”