Diedrek

The short meeting with my father didn't go as planned. He was getting ready to leave for one of his many expeditions. Basically, he left things with telling me to find out everything I can about my newfound blood mate and giving me the stern look with his eyes before he left. Letting me know silently that we will have a lot to discuss once he returns in a little over a week.

Now Darius and I are sitting here in the Archives, we've now been here for a good hour, and no one can find any information about how this connection between me, and the human woman is possible. I feel frustrated, and just want to go back to my quarters in the East Wing to indulge in blood and be inside the infuriating woman.

However, I know that last part isn't possible right now. My Kyla isn't fully into the mating cycle yet. I still have a few days until she will allow me into her body willingly. Unlike my father and sadistic brothers, I'm not into forcing a woman.

Of course, there's the slight hint of innocence within her scent I need to think about as well. If my woman has never been with a man, I need to take things slowly these next few days. Woo her with my charm and good looks. So then, she may feel more comfortable allowing me into her delectable body.

"Still nothing," Darius slams his book closed, bringing me out of my thoughts entirely. This isn't what he's used to. Doing research. He's more of a 'hands-on' kind of guy.

"You may go Darius, I am thinking this is pointless" he looks up at me, "and I still have to go to my little human for some answers to questions of my own." I say as I close my own book. Picking up all the books along the table, I make my way to the shelves and put them back in their places.

"Maybe, now hear me out before you dismiss this, but maybe she isn't fully human?" I turn to my friend and see by the look along his face how serious he is about this idea. Leaning my back against the shelves, I rub my square jaw with my thumb as I contemplate this new information.

"Think about it, you yourself said she was faster and stronger than any human you have ever met. Not to mention no one has ever heard of a blood mating happening with a human." He shrugs his shoulders, and I have to say his train of thought makes complete sense.

My little human is keeping some sort of secret. How could that be though? "She smells human, well from what I could smell from underneath all the dead carcass she had placed within her clothing."

The door slamming open, and one of the guards that Darius had placed in front of my door to the East Wing walks in. He has a strained look upon his face.

He gives a bow before he says "Sire, your cousin Satine has made her way into your quarters."

"What?!" Before I can comprehend my actions, I have the guard slammed among the wall next to the door in which he had just walked in. My fangs extended of their own volition I am so pissed.

"How did you and Jamal let this happen Marty?" I ask holding the guard who happens to be a friend by the throat. Darius is by my side in a matter of seconds, pulling me off from him.

"Calm down, the only reason your emotions are this extreme is because you are in the process of going into a mating cycle." He has his palm placed on my shoulder trying to calm me down.

"Breathe, you know as well as I do, they have no control over Satine. You know she can weasel her way into people's minds to get what she wants."

Shaking my head, clarity coming back into play I know Darius is correct. That I shouldn't have done that to Marty, and on any normal day I wouldn't have. Not being one to apologize to anyone, I make my way to my friend and top guard. Placing my hand among his shoulder and looking into his eyes, I nod my head. When Marty nods in return, I know all is forgiven.

Without another thought I turn to make my way out the door. It is dire I get to the East Wing, not being certain what my nosy cousin is up to. Knowing she's harmless compared to my father and brothers, doesn't seem to have the calming effect it normally does.

Satine just likes to play with people. It's her way of coping with everything she has endured in her young life. The only reason I find myself behaving in this way, having such a strong reaction, is that she's now alone with my blood mate. That thought alone has me speeding down the long hallways to my quarters.

With both Darius and Marty following close behind me, I know when we arrive, they can take care of my cousin. With Satine taken care of I can focus all my attention on Kyla.

It is time I get the answers I crave. A small part of me hopes she makes it a tad difficult. Just so I can get my hands on her the way I would like.