Chapter Four

Evie stood by the bathroom door with a frown. Her mate was inside the female bathroom? But how? Or maybe, she had overreacted. Perhaps it wasn’t time yet. However, just as she turned to return, the gnawing in her heart returned, pulling her towards the door. It was like a force she couldn’t resist or ignore. Again, she could feel her wolf trying to communicate with her. Whatever she wanted to say, Evie wished to know.

Left with no choice, she pulled the door handle open and went in straight. 

The scene she met was the exact opposite of the ones in her dream. Although she had never dreamt of meeting her mate in a female bathroom, she had dreamt of meeting a prince charming who with all smiles, awaited her to come to him and gave her an embrace of acceptance the minute she did come to him.

However, the scene before her was… At the far end of the bathroom was a man with his pants pooling at his feet and his phallus buried deep inside a lady; she looked like one from the lower noble families. He was pumping in and out of her while she clamped her mouth to hold back her moans. 

It was the same man who had caused a scene earlier with his entrance. Alpha Ronan of the Blue Moon pack. The sworn enemy of her clan.

For strange reasons, the scene before her caused anger to pool inside her. The two people had barely even noticed her; each seeking their own climax. She had decided to leave, but the next moment, she found herself marching towards them with an anger that shook her entire body. It was only when she was close that they did notice her.

Seeing her, the lady had a terrified expression. “Princess.”

  “Get out!” She bellowed at her. She had never had to scold anyone or scream orders at anyone before. Now that she tried it, it somehow felt good. So good. 

Quickly releasing her dress, she willingly released herself off the man she was pleasuring, scampering out of the bathroom without bothering to clean up. It disgusted Evie more. Although it was her first time seeing such scene, she had read in the books she sneaked into her room from the library that there was a need to clean up after each mess.

  “Princess.”

When she returned her gaze to the man, he was already properly dressed, like nothing had happened. 

  “If it wasn’t your coming-of-age ball, I would have asked if you wanted to replace her. Was that why you sent her away?”

Evie swallowed; her heart had begun to thump loudly, and a feeling of excitement raced through her veins. Was this it? But why was it him?

  “Do you feel it?”

He picked up a disposable hot towel from the side and slowly wiped his hands. “Does your father know you are in here with me?” A cold chuckle escaped his lips. “He sure has some guts to leave his precious daughter with me inside the restroom. Have I become that soft?”

Evie barely heard him. All she wanted at that moment was to fulfil her wolf’s wish to kiss his mouth shut and get him to put his mark on her. Subconsciously, she took a step forward.

  “If I were you, I’d run along now. Don’t tempt the beast while it still sleeps. I am no saint.”

Evie wanted to chuckle. Why did she sense the panic in his voice? Does that mean he felt it too? Her eyes were stuck to his blue ones; they seemed to have some kind of energy that kept pulling her towards him.

Steadying her shaking legs, she took another step forward, ignoring her wolf’s inner voice to pounce on him and capture his lips. At the seventh step, she was a few inches away from him. He too seemed to have lost his voice and was watching her as if anticipating her next move.

Then she moved, her hands hovering in the air for a second before landing lightly on his folded arms. There it was—what she needed to confirm her suspicions. The sparks. It was a thing between mates. Each time they touched each other, there was bound to be an electrifying sensation; so small and harmless. It made her want to close her eyes and focus on the sensation.

  “Princess.”

His voice made her eyes snap open. She hadn’t even realized she had closed them. His blue eyes were shining brighter than they had been when she had first seen them, and his veins seemed to be burgling from his hands.

  “You feel it too, don’t you?” She didn’t want to be direct. After all, she was still the princess of her clan. She still had to save herself some face.

He flung her hands away immediately, taking a few steps backwards. “I’d advise that you return to your little party. Shouldn’t you be looking for someone else at this point?”

Her brows squinted. Why was he trying to run away? Why was he denying whatever it was between them? “Why should I be looking for someone else when I have found him who I seek?”

She took another step forward, but he took another backwards in exchange. A chuckle escaped her lips. She was so loving the chase. She took another step forward, and he did step backwards. “We can continue like this. Or, you can admit the truth and spare us the chase.”

He frowned; his signature cold, ruthless frown that sent chills down people’s spine. If it had been before, she probably would have cowered in fear, but at that moment, he looked so cute to her. 

  “You seem not to be scared of me.”

  “Is there a reason I should?”

Her reply seemed to shock him, even when he hid it perfectly with a cold laugh. “Your father hasn’t told you what I am capable of, I see. A word of advice? Stay far away from me. You don’t want to see the other side of me.”

She hesitated for a while before a bright, innocent smile appeared on her face. “Well, I look forward to seeing every part of you…” She paused, her voice lowering to a whisper. “Mate.”

His eyes wavered, changing quickly from its beautiful blue color to a brown one and back. She knew it was his wolf fighting to come out. The name-calling had worked. However, before she could say a word, he jumped out through the nearest window, transforming into a large white Lycan as he disappeared into the woods. 

Evie stood there for a long time after he left, his scent filling her entire nose and numbing her senses. She longed to chase after him and follow him back to wherever he was headed, but she knew she would never catch up with him unless he wanted her too. Her wolf still needed some training to be able to run that fast. With a sad sigh, she finally turned to return to the ball, wondering why nobody had come to use the bathroom since she walked in.

Had he done something? Or was she just overthinking?

  “There you are!” It was her mother, walking up to her with a sweet smile the minute she was out. your father and I were looking all over for you. Come. There are some guests we’ll like you to meet.”

Although she knew what her mother was up to, she still followed behind like a puppet. They were trying to help her find her mate faster. How should she tell them that she had already found him and he happened to be someone they may not accept?