Chapter 11

MAYA

I rose from my seat and he sat on it, taking me into his laps. His hands rounded over my body, caressing me. I smiled at him. 

“But you know I'm way older than you?” he chuckled. 

“Is five years old?” I smirked. I loved him so much, my heart was beating so hard and I wanted him, I didn't want anything to stop us from being together. 

“Can you please tell me who you are?” I asked him, falling my hand over his shoulder and resting my head on the other. 

“What if I say you will know with time?” He smiled. I made tantrums, shaking my head. 

“Nooo–” I dragged. 

“I want you to tell me now. The suspense is killing me.” He shut his eyes, releasing a deep breath. “Hmm, it will be rather difficult but–” 

My eyes glowed. “He's going to tell me.” I said to myself, my heart beating with ecstasy. 

“I'm the Alpha King's first son, his heir. I'll be the next to be king.” 

I watched as my hands and legs both dropped off from him, my lips spreading far apart, my eyes gliding up and my heart racing so fast. My mind didn't give time for any doubt as I recalled the royal Beta’s daughter being arranged in marriage with him. It was becoming so real for me now but I was speechless. 

My throat had lost its voice. 

I sprang up from his lap, staring at him with horror. 

“Why are you a professor? Why are you–hiding–your identity?” I stammered. “Does Cheryl know?” The question came up quickly. I've been seeing you behave so regal although informal with me, little did I know of this. 

Donovan nodded but I was still in my shock phase. “So is that why she has always been saying less about her family?” 

“Yes, those of us who chose to be hidden have to keep the secret. She has been mandated to say nothing to anyone.” 

I smirked, looking through space. “What's going on?” I heard him ask. 

“Nothing. Nothing.” I shrugged my shoulders, fear for him was beginning to set in. 

“Are you the first?” I was bent to ask. The king has five children, a girl last born and the rest, all guys. Now the world knew three but didn't know the first. People have been wondering who he might be, it was the custom for the heir to live under a hidden identity right from the age of three. The reason being to avoid abdication, when no one knows who's gonna be the next king, they can't attack him. 

“Yes,” he nodded his head, then flipped his fingers urging me to come to him. Now the reality was setting into me, I was beginning to see why we couldn't be together and his aunt in a different way. At first I thought she just hated me but now I knew the truth, she was saying the truth. 

I was beginning to doubt what my wolf felt for Donovan if it was real or just some forced sensation because he's charming. 

From here, I became afraid to go so close and act clingy. All these while, I never knew I was relating with the potential Alpha King. 

“Your majesty,” I curtsied. “Please forgive me for not paying you the accorded respect.” 

My new attitude got Donovan, Prince Donovan as I should be calling him puzzled. “Why are you so afraid of me?” He was now turning to chase after me while I ran away from him but Vikky came in between grabbing me. 

She left her playground to look after us. “Mom, where did you go?” 

I stamped my foot, shaking my head with misery. “Why is this really happening to me?” I was going to tell her that I wasn't her mommy but I imagined how hurt she was going to be. 

She's a child. I needed to go lightly with her. 

“I went to rest a bit,” I lied. Donovan walked over and grabbed my wrist, signaling me to grab Vikky. 

“She needs you, please don't you turn your back against her.” He whispered. 

What does he expect from me now? 

I turned speechless, my mouth was too heavy to speak. For the rest of our stay at his estate with Vikky, we played in silence. When it was dark, it was time to return to Cheryl and her parents. They had begun calling. 

“Why don't you bring her alongside us?” I asked Donovan as we were about leaving, Vikky was crying profusely. I was so touched even when I didn't want her to follow us so as to prevent Cheryl's parents from suspecting. They themselves might not approve of this. 

“I can't take her with me, no one needs to know about the heiress right from the age of three that's why I left her with her mom before now.” 

“Ohhhh.” 

I stood there, all of a sudden, my mind opened wide as though something had been removed from it, the film covering it. 

Vikky will be his heiress. 

I thought of the future, being his mate and queen and conceiving for him. That means my first child will never get to be king or queen. I pulled up a frown, forgetting that I thought this to be an impossibility, me being with him. 

My mood changed. 

“What's going on?” When he asked, I shook my head. 

“There's nothing. It's nothing.” It was a subconscious response. He heaved. 

“It's okay.” He carried his daughter one last time and kissed her. “I'll be checking up on you.” He assured her, patting her head. I got Vikky from him, taking her into my arms and caressing her. 

“Your mom, I mean myself will come for you.” I smiled, teasing her cheeks. “You're safe here. Soon we'll be with you together, always.” 

I didn't believe I was saying this. 

“Will it even be possible?” I thought to myself, relaying to my wolf. 

“Yes, if we fight for it.” She responded with a really powerful voice. 

We returned back, throughout the drive, my mind was on all the things that happened, my eyes not failing to leave Donovan’s face. He's so cute, charming yet has a cold demeanor until he chooses to change it. 

“If your estate is so close by, why didn't you choose to spend the Christmas there but choose to come to Cheryl's family home?” 

“If I didn't come there, how will I meet you?” He grinned, then turned away his face to look at the road, his aura completely overwhelming me. I was puzzled, amazed and at the same time curious. 

We arrived at Cheryl's family home after the ride. After getting out of the car, he came over to my side, grabbing my wrist. “Now you know who I am and that my family are the ones watching my lifestyle for me, don't come unnecessarily close to me.” 

“They wouldn't be happy to see this.” 

I smirked, grinning. “I was even beginning to lose interest.” 

“Huhhhh?” He gasped. I didn't want to get him hurt but just say it that way. 

“We are in different classes, no love cooperation will get us to marriage.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“How?” 

What does he mean? 

“Don't worry,” he smiled and left my side, leaving me to walk into the house. Cheryl's parents were already in the living room waiting for us. Walking in to see them, I shook. Then I tried to maintain a steady composure. 

“You guys are back? Welcome.” They smiled. We nodded, muttering a “Thank you.” 

“Where did you guys go?” The next question came up, sending an electric shock through my nerves. What am I going to say now? 

“We went to Carole Park.” Donovan smiled. Tension rippled even more. What if they ask me questions about here and I couldn't say a word. Cheryl's parents will forever not see me as the same. 

I looked away, lost briefly in thoughts. “We were kind of so eager and craving to watch these Christmas carols.” 

“I don't know what you're saying, I'm leaving here.” I relayed to him in my mindlink, taking an excuse to leave. 

“Sorry, I'll be going in to refresh and rest. I feel slightly dizzy.” With this, I dashed off but upon remembering someone, I stopped. 

“Where's Cheryl?” I asked her parents. 

“She has gone grocery shopping.” Her mom replied. 

“Ohhh,” I replied and dashed off, leaving Donovan with Cheryl's parents.