Kapitel 6: A God-like Mate _ 1

Redakteur: Atlas Studios

[Margaret's POV]

When Armstrong was my boyfriend, Selina would never have dared to mock me in public like this. Armstrong would protect me. But now, I was angry and sad. No one would be willing to stand up for me anymore.

At that moment, I heard a commotion outside. At the same time, I smelled a sweet fragrance that I had never smelled before. I felt the wolf in me stir restlessly, constantly expressing her excitement to me. I sensed something.

Can it be that my mate is among the werewolf royal entourage? I wondered.

The fragrance changed gradually from faintly discernible to overpowering. I was almost knocked out by it.

If I were to describe it, it was probably a combination of everything I loved in the world.

The fresh air of the forest after the rain, the fragrance of plants, freshly baked pastries, white wine that aged well, sparkling and exquisite jewelry, the crackling sounds of a fireplace, and a man's broad shoulders and firm chest… I took a deep breath. It smelled so good.

Then I heard someone shout beside me.

A group of giants walked into the reception hall. There were about seven or eight of them. Werewolves were considered tall compared to ordinary people. Anthony, who was an outstanding member of the tribe, was slightly taller than ordinary werewolves. However, these werewolves who came in were all a head taller than Anthony. The tallest one was probably close to 8 feet. Anthony looked exceptionally petite beside him, and Elizabeth was like a doll.

"Heavens, he's so tall!"

"Look at his deep eyes. I think I'm about to be sucked into them!"

"The one beside him is not bad either. His shoulders are so broad."

"I wonder if the Lycan King has a mate. If only it's me!"

"Why would he find a mate from a small pack like ours? His mate must be a match for the royal family. It's said that the Lycan King already has a girlfriend. She's a female Beta."

"That might not be true. I think I still have a chance."

I heard the girls around me whispering.

I widened my eyes and looked at them. I could smell the pleasant scent coming from that group of people. I wondered if my mate was among them.

Which one of them will it be? Does he have the same strong feelings as I do? My heart thumped wildly. The wolf in me was jumping for joy. I even felt that she wanted to break free from my restraint and transform into a pouncing wolf.

Calm down, calm down, Betty, I thought.

Something in me was screaming, I want him, I want him!

I could barely restrain my emotions. Like Betty, I wanted to rush out and hug my mate.

But not now, this is not a good time, I warned myself.

As they walked closer, I sensed that the smell was getting stronger. I seemed to be intoxicated. I could not control my body and held onto the wall beside me. I almost drowned in the pleasant smell. I could barely breathe.

The cries of surprise from the people beside me grew louder. Their looks of surprise, anger, and jealousy were directed at me, but I couldn't care less. I saw a man walking towards me. His body was like a huge magnet, constantly emitting a pleasant smell.

I breathed rapaciously, and moved toward him involuntarily.

His handsome face was like that of an ancient god, and he exuded a noble and graceful aura. He had long hair that was as dazzling as a god's. His grayish-green eyes were deep and calm. He had a high nose bridge and plump, sexy lips.

He stood tall and straight. He was wearing a navy blue suit that fit perfectly around his waist and perky butt. His arms were strong and muscular, and his shoulders were broad and flat. He exuded a beauty that I found irresistible. It might have come from his power over all living things, from his looks that were comparable to a god's, or from his charming soul.

I stared at him, mesmerized. I couldn't believe he would be my mate.

This was definitely the most wonderful man I'd ever met in my life. Armstrong was like a child compared to him.

"Mate!"

He and I spoke at the same time.

Gasps could be heard around us, but none of us could care less. We only had eyes for each other.

I met his gaze. His eyes were gentle as he looked at me, exuding the aura of a born king. I saw the corners of his mouth curl into a smile at our camaraderie. I smiled too.

I couldn't wait to run to him. The desire to be close to him and to have him took over everything in my mind at this moment. I'd lost all rationality, forgotten where this was, or who I was. I just wanted to run to my mate.

He reached out and caught me, lifting me over his head. I felt his strong arms as hard as stone. I felt some pain when he held me, but I liked it.

I liked the feeling of being owned by him like this, the feeling of us being one with each other in front of everyone. At this moment, I was the center of attention in the room. Happiness and contentment that I had never felt before welled up in my heart.

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