Candice And The Cocky King

How disappointing.

There was no better word to express how he was feeling.

After all these years of searching, of all the beings he could've paired with, the universe chose to give him a human mate.

Not just a feeble human, but a prostitute woman.

The lowest of the low.

He'd always imagined his Luna to be a proud wolf with the strength to dominate and command respect. Someone who would rule beside him and together, they'll be a formidable force. Conquering all his enemies, and exerting order in Plane Woede and all its hinter lands.

He could have gladly accepted other worldly beings like a shapeshifter, a siren, a fey, a phantom or even a nymph, if it meant that their life span was long and amortal.

Their strength was well matched to that of a werewolf and they all had their individual strengths. He would've still managed an Omega, the lowest of the ranks, the weakest in the pack. Provided she was a wolf, he would accept his fate.

But what was he to do with a mere human?

They could easily die from a cold, or just from food poisoning. They could dislocate an arm from exercising, or snap a femur just from running too much.

Damn it, she could die from childbirth.

How would she even birth his child?

Perhaps, he would not be this upset if she was a regular human girl.

Disappointed? Yes.

But not only was she human, she was selling herself to men at bars.

The lowest of the low.

It was downright upsetting as it was disappointing.

Surely, there was a mistake somewhere. She could not be his mate.

He thought to him self as he made his way through the stony path that led up to a thatched tree house.

Misty Plane was an alternate universe tethered to earth, just like that of the wolves. It shared celestial bodies with the galaxies, but existed within its own atmosphere.

The weather here was always cloudy, with no visible sunlight in the sky. Mists swirled around constantly, obscuring the general surroundings, so that only 100 meters could be seen within 360 degrees vantage point.

This plane was home to the phantoms, an ethereal spectral of beings that had the ability to switch their bodies between solid form and floating specters. They could pass through walls, objects or people in their spectral state and could create mists to hide themselves from their enemies.

He'd walked this path so many times in recent years that he could find it with his eyes closed in the dark. He heard the clanking of pots from this distance and a faint smile spread his lips.

Sabine was home.

Approaching the ladder that led up to the small thatched house tucked between two trees, he put one leg on the bottom step and jumped with ease to the door porch. Landing seamlessly like a cat, he turned the old door handle and walked into the old tree house.

The interior was nothing like the exterior of the house. While outside looked to be made of old wood and a thatch straw roof, inside was a specious house made of modern brick walls, a PVC ceiling and modern furnishings.

He was surprised the first time he'd set foot into this house; it was a total mirage from the outside. No one would expect such a lavish interior from an old tree house.

Sabine the Seer, was famous for her mastery in the magical arts of illusion, mystical potions and the gift of foresight.

“Someone doesn’t seem too excited,” she murmured from her position over the stove without looking over her shoulder.

He was silent as he went to sit on a bar stool in front of her kitchen island.

“I told you to leave a voicemail before coming to see me. What if I wasn't home?” she grumbled.

He shrugged a shoulder.

“I gave you the bead for a reason, Wayne Wyatt,” she said, steering the contents of her pot for the last time before turning around to face him.

“I told you to twist the bead around and tell me your coming, it would turn red if I am home. Over here it will turn red indicating I have a visitor,” she said pointing to a band of black beads around his left wrist.

He narrowed his eyes at her.

“Okay, whatever. Just barge in here whenever you like,” she said wiping her hands on her apron and taking a sit opposite him.

“I assume you know why I am here,” he said, leveling her with an unamused look.

“Wayne, I'm only a messenger. I told you what the gods revealed to me. You were to be at the bar on Wolven street, Nashville Tennessee at 7pm on the dot to meet your mate named Candice. All I got was a location, time and a name,” she explained.

“Nothing else?” he urged.

“Nothing else,” she affirmed.

“You could have made a mistake,” he refused, feeling uneasy.

“The bones are never wrong Wayne Wyatt,” she said dryly.

“But she is human! How can my mate be a human?” he got up, and began to pace the length of the room.

“It’s only normal that she is human, considering the fact that her location was on the earth plane,” Sabine said.

“But other beings travel the earth constantly. I travel earth too, does that make me human?” he argued.

“Don't blame me, I have no power in this matter. The universe makes the match, I only assist those who find it difficult to locate their mates,” she sighed, softly.

“Ask the bones again, maybe there was a mistake the last time,” he ran his fingers through his hair, his frustration visible.

“The bones would not speak unless it was sure!” Sabine countered, offended.

“Many years I have searched, visited many planes, sought out powerful witches and sorcerers. I have paid in gold and silver, in precious relics and rare antiques. All for what exactly? A human?”

“We each have our strengths, don't underestimate what the universe provides,” she tried to soothe me.

“Then why has my wolf not recognized her? I don't feel it reaching for her, clamoring to claim her. Not even a flicker of feeling, what I only feel is disgust,” he bit out in anger.

“If only you can put aside your dissatisfaction, perhaps you might see some nice qualities in her,” Sabine encouraged.

“All I can see right now is a means to an end. I need her mortal body to birth me an heir, so I can solidify my claim on my throne. My position as Alpha will remain open to challenge if I do not have my Luna by my side, and an heir to carry on my line,” he mused.

Waylon Wyatt, his exiled uncle, has challenged his throne twice already in the past years.

Two fierce battles filled with bloodbath and death. He lost good people in those wars, people he loved and cherished.

Just a year after the death of his father, his uncle, his father’s younger brother had tried to oust him and his mother from the royal bloodline, to become the new Alpha.

He resisted him, despite being a young wolf with the help of his father’s Beta, a high-ranking warrior. It was no secret that his uncle desperately coveted the throne.

The battle had been fierce, but victory was his. Sadly, I'd had lost his mother in the fray of the battles.

After that battle, his uncle was exiled out of the realm with all the other wolves who had betrayed them.

The second battle happened fifty years later, his uncle had managed to re-group and come back for another challenge.

This time around, he was now a grown man and had fought ruthlessly against him, but the attack was unexpected and he had little or no time to prepare. My father’s Beta, who was the lead warrior, died trying to protect him, now his son had assumed that position.

After those bitter experiences, He'll never allow a weak link cost him the lives of those he loved, and have sworn to protect as the protector of the realm.

No mistake was allowed, He'll always be prepared for any and every attack.

He'll take precautions, if necessary, and would always be one step ahead of his enemies.

Over the years, he'd kept tabs on his uncles’ movements and actions, hiding spies on every plane.

He was not ashamed to use magic, even though werewolves shunned anything diabolical. He would do anything and everything to protect his realm from malicious invaders.

So, when he heard that his uncle was looking for his Luna to capture her and use her as leverage against him, he intensified his search for her. Scouring the different planes of the universe to find her first before his uncle did.

Now he'd found her, but of what use was she to him or the pack?

Well, Sabine said he should look on the bright side.

The only benefit he was going to get out of this was having her play Luna until she births his child. Then he can set her aside, and take a more deserving wolf as queen who would rule by his side.

A chilling sensation of relief washed over him as he found himself grinning to the resolve he just made.

But an unwelcome question creeped into his mind, stalling his relief.

How would she birth his child when she was only human?