Grayson:
So now, we're sitting in Prince Gabriel's room.
"Hey, wanna play 20 questions?" He asks me."Ok fine, I start. What's your wifi password?" I ask, pulling out my phone. He sighs and takes his phone out. After scrolling through some stuff, he says:"C43 98S MW1," He replies."Ok my turn. Can you tell me your name?" He asks."Yes I can. My turn, how old are you, like, 30?" I ask, smirking. He glares at me."I'm 18... And you didn't answer my question," He states. "Yes I did, you didn't ask me what's my name, you asked me if I can tell you my name," I say. He rolled his eyes."What's your name?' He asks."My name is a noun. Just like every other name," I say, smirking. He groans in annoyance."Do you have any siblings?" I ask."Yeah, Lilly and Micheal. Lilly's 5 years old and Micheal is 12," He says. I nod understandingly."How do you spell your name?" He asks. Wow he's really desperate to know my name..."With letters. Duh.”"Fuck it," He says. I smile in victory."What's your favorite color?" I ask. "Green. Really bright green. I always thought that my mate would have bright green eyes, but I guess I was wrong," He replies. I have bright green eyes... Why would he want his mate to have bright green eyes, I mean, it's hideous."My turn. How old are you?" He asks me."Hmm... Wait... So... 1,2,3,... Yeah ok, I'm 4 years old," I say, counting my fingers. He narrows his eyes at me."Seriously? Do I look stupid to you?" He asks me."Ok, I swear I'm not lying. I'm 4 years old," I say. He stares at me in disbelief."H-how?" He asks."My turn. When's your birthday?" I ask. He sighs and places his head on his hands."March 1st," He replies. My jaw drops. He looks up and stares at me.Why are you so surprised?" He asks."Nothing, it's just that..." I trail off. He raises an eyebrow at me."That what?" "My birthday is on February 29th. But when there is no February 29th, I celebrate my birthday on March 1st," I mumble. His eyes widened."Oh, so that's why you're saying you're 4. So you're 16?" "My turn. When's the best time to attempt to escape? Not like I would ever try to escape or anything..." I ask. He eyes me suspiciously."Well, I guess the nighttime, but you'll be wrapped in my arms all night, so really, there is no time to escape.” I furrow my eyebrows."What? Oh... Oh hell no! We are NOT sharing a bed!" I yell. He chuckles."Oh yes we are. Anyways, it's my turn. How old are you? Like, normal human years?”"I'm 17..." I mumble."Damn... So you won't feel the mate bond...”"My turn. Where's the kitchen?" I ask."Why? I mean, I never thought you'd be interested in cooking..." He says."We've just met hours ago. And it's not your turn to ask questions yet," I state. He motions me to follow him. Wait... This could be my chance to escape... A small smile crept on my face.However, that smile disappeared as soon as Prince Poopface wrapped his arm around my waist. Tightly, may I add."What do you think you're doing?" I ask abruptly. "Making sure you're not going to escape," He answers, pulling me closer. I elbow him in his rib, hearing him groan, and sprinted as fast as I could. Unfortunately, I tripped on his foot, and was about to fall headfirst down the stairs. I quickly place my hands on the floor, doing a cartwheel and landing smoothly on the fifth step. Prince Shithead quickly runs up to me and pulls me on his side once again."Your escape plan backfired, again," He states. I growl lowly."Great cartwheel though," He added. We walked down the stairs, with me struggling to get out of his grip. He walked into the kitchen, and let go of me. He stood infront of the door, so I can't escape."Go on, do whatever you want," He tells me. I walked over and looked in every drawer, until I found what I wanted. I smirked, and grabbed a small knife, shoving it in the dagger pocket in my boot. "Hey, no!" Prince Gabriel yells, running towards me. I quickly grab a much larger knife and close the drawer. He stops once I hold out the knife"You said I could do whatever I want..." I say, with a glint of mischief in my eyes, taking a step towards him. He gulps and steps backwards. He backs up till his back hits a wall, and I take this opportunity to attack. Just as I was about to lunge, a women barged into the kitchen. Once she sees the scene, she screams out in terror. Holy shit, can I murder someone in peace? Is that too much to ask for?In a flash, the King and Queen, and many other people are standing in front of the kitchen. I quickly drop the knife and grab an apple, trying to act casual."Fiona, why did you yell?" The Queen asks. Fiona stares at us shakily. "I-I walked in... T-t-then, I s-saw her holding a kn-knife, and she was a-almost about to attack the P-P-Prince..." She stuttered. Seriously? Everyone glares at me."Umm... Whaaaaaaat? That's crazy, I mean like I don't even have a knife. Fiona or whatever must have been hallucinating or something.” Everyone keeps glaring at me."Umm, excuse me please," I say, pushing past the door."Hey, don't let her go!" I hear Prince Gabriel yell. Too late, I'm already sprinting towards the front door. Mmm... I can already taste the freedom..."GUARDS, STOP HER!"Before I could even blink, something rams into my side, sending me flying to the opposite wall. I hit my head, hard, and slide to the floor. I start to feel weaker. I touch the back of my head, and felt something wet and warm. I look at my hand. Yep.. It's blood... My eyelids suddenly feel very heavy. It's hard to keep my eyes open. Black dots start to cloud my vision. I hear people rushing towards me, screaming and yelling. Too much noise... I close my eyes, and blacked out. Man, I really need to train to become more durable...Prince Gabriel's POV: I run over to the front door and see my mate laying there. In a puddle of blood. Unconscious."WHAT DID YOU TO HER?" I yell to the guard. He scratches the back of his head nervously."Well, you said stop her, so I kinda... Ran into her side. And her head kinda... Hit the wall..." He says. I clench my fists in anger. I'll deal with him later. I hurriedly picked up my mate, placing my hand under her head to try and stop the blood from coming out. I could still feels the random sparks that I get everytime we touch. I ran to the pack hospital. The Doctor places her on a bed and urges me to get out. I sit on the little waiting chair. I mean, even if she was just about to kill me, I still care about her. Weird, right?"It's called falling in love..." Gavin sighs"Isn't it too early to fall in love? I mean, I don't even know her name yet," I state."She's our mate. It's love at first sight.""I don't believe in love at first sight."
"Well you already fell in love with her," He responds, cutting off the mind-link. I sigh and sit back on the chair. As soon I the doctor comes out of the room, I jump up and run to him."Well, she is a quick healer. We've already bandaged her up and she's ready to go!" He says. Really? That's super fast healing. Well I guess I think it makes sense because she's an Alpha...I run in her room, and see her grab a needle."Put that back." She shakes her head and slides it down her sleeve. I try to take it back from her, just as the Doctor walks in. "Doctor help!!!" She fakes as I tried to get the needle. The Doctor immediately runs over and breaks us apart. I look at her; her head was all bandaged up, it kind of seemed like she was wearing a beige beanie."When can I take this shit out?" She asks the Doctor, pointing at her bandages. The Doctor and I both chuckle."Well, you should be healed by tomorrow morning," He states. She nods her head."We should get going, thank you Doctor.""Anytime," He responds. I wrap my arm around her waist and start walking out the door. She starts to squirm and punch me, trying to get out of my grip, but that only makes me grip onto her tighter. "Let me go!" She yells. Does she really think I'm letting her go? "No can do, sweetheart," I reply."Don't call me sweetheart." I sigh in annoyance and drag her home, despite her complaints.Gabriel:When we arrive to the room, I lock the door and stand infront of it, making sure she can't escape."I'm tired," She states. "Well let's go to sleep then," I reply, sitting on the bed."Uh, nope. I ain't sleeping next to you," She says. I sigh."Fine. You sleep here, I'll sleep somewhere else," I tell her."Sure, just lemme get my pajamas- Oh right, I don't have anything to sleep in," She states. "You can wear one of my shirts," I say, opening my closet and grabbing a plain black shirt, throwing it at her. She catches it, and looks at it."Ok, but what about pants?" She asks."I think that shirt will be enough," I reply, smirking."Are you saying that I'm short?" She questions. "Well, you are," I state. She huffs and walks over to me, stopping right infront of me. The top of her head came up to the level of my eyes. I have to admit, she's taller than other girls in this pack."I am not short," She states. I roll my eyes."Whatever you say, midget," I say to annoy her. She g
Grayson:"Please? I'm not even going to sleep in the same bed as you, I promise," Prince Shithead asks for the millionth time. I groan, throwing my head back."Fine." He lets out a sigh of relief, smiling. I walk to the bathroom and close the door. I just got convinced to sleep in the same room as him. That means... I can't escape tonight... I'll try again tomorrow; I'm dead tired from all that running. By sleeping here, I have to take a big risk. I take off my contact lenses, throwing them in the toilet and flushing them. I stare at the mirror: nope. This is all kinds of nope. I hate my eyes. I walk out the bathroom and immediately go onto the bed, so that Prince Shithead can't see them. I know I hate him, but no one deserves to see these hideous orbs. "Can I sleep on the bed?" He asks softly. "Sure thing, just lemme go back home to sleep in my own bed," I reply. He sighs, and walks over to a couch in the corner, turning off the lights. I could feel his stare burning holes in my
Gabriel:Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.I groan as my alarm goes off. I turn it off, before realizing that I'm in my couch. I glance over at my bed and see her sleeping, on her stomach, all spread out. Her... I don't even know her name. I got up and walked over to her. She looked so... I don't know, pretty, I guess?"Our mate isn't just pretty. She's beautiful," Gavin says. "Yeah but, isn't it too early to call her beautiful?" I ask."She's our mate! I already knew she was beautiful before we even met her!" Gavin exclaims. I roll my eyes and check my phone. FUCK, I'm getting late! I don't even have time to shower! I quickly ran ran to my closet and threw on a pair of jeans and a shirt before running to my office to do some Alpha shit, grabbing some coffee along the way. So much fucking paperwork to do! Sometimes I hate being an Alpha. But hey, all the girls go all over me for it. After finally finishing my work, I walk in my room and close the door behind me, dropping my bag
Grayson:So now we're driving back to hell the castle. I'm repetitively hitting my head back on the seat."Don't do that," Prince Shithead growls. "You'll hurt yourself, love," He adds in a softer tone. I stop hitting my head on the seat for a second, and started hitting my head on the window instead. "Grayson," He says in a deep, threatening voice. I look at him, still hitting my head on the window. "I'll make you sit on my lap if I have to," He states. I roll my eyes."You'll make me sit on your lap if you want us to die in a car accident," I reply sharply. He sighs."Why do you have to be so complicated?" "Hey! I'm not complicated! I just like having freedom," I state. I'm still hitting my head against the window."You'll get your freedom when I know that you won't run away from me."After a while of driving, he abruptly stops the car and unbuckles my seat belt. Before I have time to react, he pulls me onto his lap, with my legs in between his, and starts driving again. I look up
Grayson: "Let's go to sleep," Prince Shithead says."Not on the same bed, alright?" He frowns."Please?" "No.""Mates are supposed to sleep together," He pleads."But we're not-" I say, but get interrupted by him:"We are mates, we'll sleep on the same bed.""Hey, what if like, we meet a human. Like, what are you gonna say to that person?" I ask."What do you mean?" He asks."Like, how are you gonna say that we're 'mates' to them?" "I'll say that your my girlfriend," He says. I furrow my brows."I'm not your girlfriend.""Yes you are. End of discussion," He says."No I'm not," I argue."Well that's too bad. I'll only let you watch the UEFA EURO 2016 Final if you agree to be my girlfriend," He says, smirking. I huff."Fine. You're my girlfriend.""Wait, what?""We're girlfriends. End of discussion,""No that's not what I m-" He starts."-You said that you'll lemme watch the Final if we became girlfriends," I cut him off."No I said if you become my girlfriend," He responds."I am yo
Grayson:"Wanna go have dinner with the rest of the pack again?" Prince Shithead asks. Uhhhhhhhhh... I didn't want to offend him by saying that his pack is a bunch of assholes, but truly I'd rather skip dinner than get roasted over there again.Prince Shithead must've read my thoughts or something."Or maybe we could just order some pizza and stay here. If you want," He adds. A tiny smile made its way on my face."Sure," I reply. A few minutes later, we were laying on the bed an empty box of pizza."I'm full," I state, chewing on the crust of my last pizza."Same here," He responds. He ate 5 slices, and I ate 3. We both stayed silent for a while."Thanks," I finally say. He looks at me, confused."For what?" He asks. I shrug."For not making me go down there," I answer. He chuckles."I didn't want to go there either. Delilah's such a pain in the ass. I can't believe that I used to date her," He says."You were dating her?" I ask in disbelief. Well, I don't know why I'm surprised, I m
Gabriel:Her eyes. Her eyes are green. Not just any green. Bright-ass green. My favorite color. They're so bright. It's like all the stars are in her eyes. They're perfect. They're beautiful. She's beautiful.I don't know how I stood there, mesmerized by all that beauty. It could've been a split second, or a year. Actually, I'm pretty sure it was a split second, because now, she has me pinned on the floor, and she's beating the shit outta me. "Whoa whoa whoa, calm down," I say, trying to dodge her hits. She growls in response, before wrapping hand around my throat, keeping my head in place and blocking off my wind pipe. With her other hand, she starts punching my face, hard. I grab her wrists with my hands, and roll over, trapping her underneath me. Her captivating green eyes stare at me angrily."Ok listen. I don't know what's gotten into you, but you need to-" I get cut off by a kick in my... Area...A few seconds later, she was back to beating the shit outta me."Dad! I'm getting
Grayson: This time, I put on a different dress. A simple white lacy dress. The maids put white flowers in my hair and gave me some white jewelry to accessorize. I guess I looked okay.Just as I finish getting ready, Prince Shithead walks in. "Boii, you be lookin' fiiiiineeee," Grace says. Strangely, I found myself agreeing with her. His chestnut-brown hair is neatly slicked back, and he's wearing a fitting suit, which subtly defines his muscles. "That dress is definetely better," He states, eying me up and down. I can't even get mad at him checking me out, because I'm doing the same. Ok maybe I should stop. His eyes travel up to my face, and he's once again staring into my eyes, slightly frowning. He actually thought I was going to take off my contact lenses"Can we like, go now?" I ask impatiently. I was getting pretty hungry... Prince Shithead chuckles, before stepping to my side."Shall we go, m'lady?" He asks, holding out his hand for me. I glare at him."Yes we fucking shall,