All Chapters of Royal Lycan Mates: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~Trixie’s Point of View~    When I got back to my cabin after my heartstopping morning with Damien, Jeanette of course grilled me about where I’d been all night. I didn’t know what to tell her.    “Girl where you been?? It wasn’t like you to just not come home, you all right,” she said, a million miles a minute.   I sat up and sighed.   “I’ma let you think about what you’re not going to tell me, but you’re fixing to tell me something,” she said, eyeing me and wagging her finger. I grinned.    I was so terrible at fibbing I knew she’d see right through me. If I said I was mated to a lycan prince would she even believe me? I barely believed it

~Trixie’s Point of View~   “What’s something we can do here that you’ve wanted to do but never thought possible? Never dreamed you could do it,” Victoria asked as we walked away from my cabin.   “Well I had always wanted to learn to swim and I took some lessons with William. He was very nice and patient with me,” I said, pointing toward the lake.   “Oh that’s nice. No swimming in your kingdom then I take it,” she asked.   I wanted to laugh out loud but it was hardly appropriate.   “Nope, none,” I just said.   “What’s over that way? Let’s explore,” she said, her eyes wide with excitement. 

~Trixie’s Point of View~   “Everyone is gossiping about the princess and here you’ve been hanging out with her! Has she talked at all about the wedding? Maybe you’d be invited! Gosh can you imagine,” Jeanette said, throwing herself on her bed.    I rolled my eyes. In a perfect world it would be my wedding. Pffft, there’s a total fantasy. I pictured myself with a crown on my head and wanted to laugh. There’s absolutely no way I could ever be accepted in his world, I’d do nothing but drag him down. Wait a minute … whoa whoa was I siding with him?? I smacked myself right on the forehead.    I felt like Dawson and I had turned over a new leaf on our hike, and shared a few nice moments. Then, on the way home he was right back to his brooding self. He argued with me and

~Trixie’s Point of View~   *Don’t fight me Trix, just let go,* Mila said, trying to calm me down.   “It hurts! It’s killing me! I’m dying or something,” I yelled, my lungs contracting and expanding, the air felt like it hurt coming in.    “You’re not dying,” a deep voice said, as my vision started to get blurry. Hands were on me, warm hands. They briefly distracted me, taking all my attention.   The moon cleared the trees for just a second and there he was … Damien.    “Your wolf is here,” he said, tugging at some of my clothing.    I screamed out again, as I was thrown onto my side.

  ~Damien’s Point of View~   A fated mate.    An actual fated mate. It’s still surreal to say. You’d think being born into a royal family would automatically give me a path, some semblance of direction in life. Well for Dawson it had, since he was the first born. He didn’t get a choice, he was thrown to the wolves the second he took his first breath. But for me, few cared what I did so … I did whatever the hell I wanted.  Dawson and I have always been heavily competitive, mostly with fighting, hunting and sports. He was dad’s favorite and I was mom’s, then my little brother was just kind of a curve ball that I took under my wing.