Chapter Four - Let it be the last

Chapter Four - Let this be the last

Arwen checked herself over in the floor-length mirror, the dress her mother and father had made for her for this evening was beautiful, the satin fell beautifully against the curves of her body, looking at a waterfall of forest green pooling on the floor around her feet, she couldn't help but raise a small smile while stearing at her reflextion. Turning slowly in the mirror she watched the fabric glisten as the light of her chambers chandelier reflected of the fabric. She was a present waiting to be unwrapped.

With Clara at her side, she made her way out of the only home she had ever known, to find her Mother and Father waiting for her next to a large black car sent for them by the king. Giving Clara as big a hug as she could muster she said her goodbyes before meeting her mothers and fathers disproving stare. Her mother quickly covered her expression before opening the car door and taking a piece of black fabric from of the seat, walking towards her daughter she placed it over her face, everything went black for Arwen she could see very little and in a way she was comforted by that. Feeling a light touch on her elbow she allowed herself to be lead to the car, sitting down on the seat she then swung her legs into the vehicle before hearing the car doors slam and her fathers' voice telling the driver they were ready to leave. She had not been surprised her brothers had not been there to see her off, as the time had gotten closer they had become sullen and withdrawn so their parents had sent them both away to a relative until the problem had been removed as she saw it. The drive had not been a long one but the silence between them had made it seem like an eternal trip that would never end. 

With an almost sign of refleth the car stopped, hearing some shuffling around the car door opened before she felt the touch of her father helping her out of the car. She could not see where she was only the shadows of a large building through the darken fabric that covered her face. For a moment her feet refused to move sticking to the stone beneath them like glue. She was taken by the arm once more, her father's deep voice telling her there were steps in front of her. She was lead up the steps and into what seemed like enclosed space. A corridor maybe? her mind started to map out the path they took as she looked down at her feet, the green satin of her dress covering an old looking embroidered long rug, much like the ones in her family home. she suddenly had a feeling of a vast space as they came to a halt, a bored voice boomed around the room.

"Grayson, please let this be the last of them" a deep voice roared.

"She is the last my King" an older male replied with a gentle voice. "Please welcome the wedded couple Henry and Aster with their daughter Arwen"

Moving forward again she suddenly felt like she was on display but had no sense of who was in the room with them. looking again at her feet she could see her parents now on their knees her mother shaking ever so slightly, guess she wasn't the only one with nerves. 

"Thank you for your offering" It was the voice of the bored male again.

Footsteps yes she could hear footsteps walking towards her, bring an intoxicating smell with them. The scent reminded her of honey and freshly cut grass, she was lost in the scent until two more sets of footsteps were heard this time walking away. Her parents were know longer on their knees they were leaving without as much as a goodbye, a small tear rolled down her cheek, she couldn't work out why she was surprised but it still stung to know they have brought her into this world just to abanded her now........

Zayn rolled his eyes as the feeble beings before him began to leave their only daughter in the presence of a stranger without as much as a goodbye for the poor girl.

"I don't believe I gave you both permission to stand or leave" his voice so loud and dominating it brought all in the hall to their knees.

 Yet his twelfth bride was still on her feet unfazed by his commanding Alpha tone, but at least this was the last of his offerings and once this female had been placed with the others he could relax and forget at least for a little while about his upcoming mating ceremony.

The female before him began to shacking from head to toe as he got closer and closer to her, walking around her in silents he knew she was trying to control the shacking not wanting to show any signs of weakness in front of the person before her, and yet he could see it ever so slightly. He began to turn away from her as he sensed something else, something that caught his interest, her scent was weak but pulling him forward, wanting to smell it more strawberries and kiwi invaded his brain as his wolf howled in the pleasure, but something wasn't right her scent was hinged with something else.....she was angry.

            Puzzled and intrigued by this new emotion he got even closer, smelling her scent taking in every inch of her. She wore on perfume and unlike the other's her hair had been down and long the tips of brown locks just visible beneath the black veil. Reaching forward he ran his hand along her hair, feeling its softness run through his fingers, lost in the sensation wanting to feel more, his wolf pushed for control.

             Hearing a gasp from behind him he quickly released his hold and let the hair fall back in place. Shaking his head a little and closing his eyes for an instant he took a sharp in take of breath to take in more of her delicious scent as he headed back towards her parents to finish their oath.

"what special abilities does your daughter possess?"

Looking up into the king's eyes, Henry could only clear his throught before looking at his wife and back to the king. "Our daughter has yet to show her powers, your majesty. I am sure she is just a late bloomer".

Zayn stared at the female's parents before dismissing them from the hall. 

"Thank you, you may now say goodbye to your daughter."

Neither of them showed any physical warmth to their daughter and simply spoke their goodbyes from a distance before leaving her standing alone in the hall. Fighting his wolf, Zayn headed back to his throne but not before his brother stepped forward blocking his way and whispering in his ear.

"Brother have you forgotten, the ceremony dictates no physical contact before the mating. You are lucky this female's parents have just left her without as much as a glance back"

Pushing past his Brother and taking his seat on the throne, Zayn gave a glance to his sister's raising a small smile to calm the looks of disbelief on their faces. Using the same hushed tones he spoke to " Brother I am more than aware, are we done here?"

"yer we're done" raising an eyebrow as he replied Pontus then looked across the vast pass to Grayson " We have finished here Grayson the ceremony is complete"

Realising the female was still standing in the centre of the throne room Zayn commanded to Grayson. "please place her with the others".

"Don't place her with the others I want her, We need to touch her again" Shadow whined still trying to take control. 

"you'll get her soon enough" Zayn replied smirking as he watched the female being lead away.

 Zayn was also fascinated by this females, she had been the first to spark his interest, most of the others had all been filled with wanting and need, stinking of greed, or fear. This one however was different but angry, why was she so angry and why did he feel the need to see what other emotions he could raise in her. Her anger was a temptation that he needed to explore. His eyes followed the female as she was lead from the throne room to a part of his family's home that in recent months they had come to name The Mating wing. 

            Although now as he looked at the female leaving the room. Mating was all that came to mind, the sway of her hips as she moved that green silky fabric showing every curve of her hour glass figure.