The pervert King

His eyes crinkle as I see him smile widely for the first time. Why does he look so darn attractive? I'm loving the moment, but when I realized harshly that he asked me to indirectly rub myself on his back, nothing has triggered me more than this. I don't realise that I throw the helmet in his direction, he catches it with one hand at the belt as my smile fades away.

His cruel eyes were making an infamous comeback as he stares deep into my soul. Embarrassed, I lower my head and look at his shoes that come under my vision.

"Don't ever do that again. I might be your mate, but I'm also the King. Don't anger me."

"Y-yes, your majesty." I quiver.

"Don't call me that either. I gave you the liberty to call me by my name. Only you're allowed to, also Jasmine." He says as I curtly nod my head as he presents my dear helmet back to me. Why was he angry in the first place when he exhibited perverted behavior towards me? Ugh, I hate this job!

Licking my lips, I thought of how easy things were going to be now since I'm his mate. I have to deal with limited touchiness and peevertedness like this but I decided that I'm okay with that. After all, we want the beast dead at any cost.

Following him with my head still down, I was willing to ask him about his exact relationship with Gorius. A beta and alpha duo isn't very close as the two, and I was only curious.

Admiring the tall ceiling and architecture of the palace again, I bump into his strong back and I knew he had enough of me today. He slowly turns back to face me with annoyance in his eyes, "Go back to the room."

Okay, but which room?

"I-I don't have a room—"

"If you are my mate, where do you expect yourself to stay and who do you expect to stay with Laura?" It was a tricky question for me. Even if I had married a human, I'd choose to stay in separate rooms. But since it is the King of werewolves and I unfortunately happen to be his mate, I had to say, "With you, Lucien."

"Great. You have your answer now." The sarcasm flows in his words as I clench my jaw behind his retreating back. "Jackass." Mouthing in silence, I say to myself.

Who does he even think he is? I was actively very annoyed of him now than him being annoyed of me.

A few hours pass by as I lay on the bed of his without a care in this world. Then again, I remind myself to let my academy know that I'm at least alive. Licking my lips, thinking if this is the right moment or not, I take the prescribed pills out and shake my head at the engineering of this communication device.

Yes, it is a communication device which shall connect me to my academy head and my chief who is I'm charge of this mission. Chief Gabe shall be online, hopefully.

Pressing the pill between my index and thumb, I begin to tap them with the Morse code letters I've learned at the academy. It wasn't easy and definitely took time for typing each letter and giving spaces, but soon I receive a message back as I feel the letters vibrate discreetly upon the pad of my thumb.

"Be safe." He says back to me as I give two taps which converts to "OK." In Morse text form. Sighing that I wasn't caught this time, I forget to inform them that I am the male's mate for life, I sink the device down which was shut down immediately after the conversation ended.

Chief, as I can say is an experienced man. He would do anything to save the world and probably would do anything for humanity too. The plan emerged when the vampire King approached us at our headquarters. We were terrified out of our wits to see the King of Vampires enter our division like it was nothing. With several guns pointed towards him, he slowly explains us the plan. If we somehow capture this cold King of Werewolves and surrender him alive to the vampires, he will let all of humanity be safe out of vampire touch.

Thousands of lives could be saved each year, and the best candidate for this mission was me.

I possessed a record of 756 kills and 2 fails during my three years of experience. That was almost one vampire everyday that I killed and it was strenuous on me too as a human. However, I accepted the challenge in a heartbeat, because the candidate who is successful will be promoted to being the next Chief.

The luring factor and the need to help out my species drove me towards the palace that night. The planned attack was upon me, but indirectly on the King of werewolves who was drunk. Yet, I haven't thought of seven vampires being butchered alive in front of me. The view traumatized me because I had no evidence of how strong Lucien was.

From then on, I've only known one emotion: Fear.

Lucien is a killing machine and I do not know how he got that. I was scared of him because without my weapons, I am simply nothing in front of him. But there was something really charming about the man. I couldn't point out exactly what it was, but it was worth saving, I felt.

I don't know what to do now.

I was starting to fall for my own mate.

It was finally dinner time where I was called down to eat, a basic human function. As I reached the dinner hall, the huge table was totally slashed down to just four seater and a smaller table. It looked kind of odd as the room requirement needed such a long table but this is what is available.

Anyway, maybe this shall be a new start while we can see each other's expressions clearly again. From my periphery, I could see Jasmine walking towards the table while looking very tired, also notably sad. She takes a seat beside me and I did not know how to comfort her. The thing about killing vampires and attending academies is that you lose the chance of being human. They train you to become heartless and snatch away any humanity in you except for the emotion of oneness.

Yes I had a family, but within a few months of training, they've made me forget about my own parents too.

Playing with my fingers as we wait for the food to be served when the King arrives, I begin to shoot my shot at starting the conversation with Jasmine.

"Hey, Jasmine! Why the long face?" I ask her as politely as I could, also being friendly.

"Lucien scolded me. I wasn't understanding a few concepts." She says and as if on queue, the man in discussion walks inside while looking as stressed as ever.

He sits across us and stares at me while I look at Jasmine who was glaring at Lucien. When Lucien learns that Jasmine was glaring deep into his soul, he rolls his eyes as I find something fishy going on. Maybe it's Lucien who is trying to press a lot of concepts on her.

"Um... you guys okay?" I ask them.

"Lucien is bad. I hate him." Jasmine says without a second thought.

"That's not true. You wouldn't learn what I said! Is history of werewolves that bad!?" He asks in a loud voice which even scares me. The princess turns to look at me and following her gaze, Lucien looks at me too.

"What? What did you tell her? That I'm a bad brother?" The man bellows while I hold the fork in my hand with a little more strength. Why were they arguing on such a little thing?

Although, I decided that I must stay quiet and only be there to eat food and nothing else. Quite some time passes by as I make my way into the room again. I believe that if I need to preserve my head, I shouldn't ask Lucien to give me my own room. Also, I pray to God that he is not a cuddler.

As I roll on the bed while thinking about everything on my plate, the door to this huge room opens as Lucien switches the lights on from the other end. I turn to look at him while he begins to remove his shirt and pants. I shouldn't have turned around.

"Like the view?" I couldn't fathom the fact that I kept staring at him instead of giving him privacy while I mutter an apology and turn back around, killing myself internally a few times.

The bed sinks at his weight and the lights are switched off.

Silence.

It takes a few minutes for me to gather some courage as I turn around to look at him. He was staring at the ceiling with his elbow upon his forehead. He must be troubled by something.

"Is something troubling you?" I ask him softly.