King Nicholas Anderson

"I swear to fucking God, how hard can it fucking be to find the bloody Dimitris?!" I shouted at my trackers as we stood outside on the field.

"Sir, it's impossible, it's like they don't have scents..." one of them started.

"How the fuck is that possible?" I grabbed him by his shirt and brought him close to my face.

"I-I-"

The Princess has returned. South East border. Mind-linked one of the men in border patrol. Everyone heard, and we all looked with wide eyes. Within seconds I had shifted, and I was running as fast as physically possible to the South East border. When I got there I quickly changed behind a tree after one of my men handed me some clothes.

"Niccy!" my little sister shouted, using the nickname she gave me a while ago, that only she is allowed to call me, without me ripping a head off.

"Mads!" I shouted back at her, running over and picking her up, swinging her around a couple of times. "Are you okay, are you hurt? What's this?" I asked, looking at the leaves and things that were stuck on her body, and Jessica's, and the others people. Wait, who the fuck are they?

"Belly did it! Look," she peeled them off to show bruises and cuts and burns that were healing in front of my very eyes, that shouldn't be healing that quick considering her age.

"Who is Belly?" I asked.

"Um, that's a long story," Jessica started.

"Hi Jess," I hugged her, and she hugged me back. "Logan?" I asked. She pointed towards the car they had arrived in. There, unconscious, also covered in leaves, was my best friend.

"Alpha, we will take it from here," one of the paramedics said. They soon loaded him onto an ambulance and drove to the hospital.

"We will talk in my office," I said to Jessica, and she nodded. "And who are you?" I addressed the other two.

"Alpha King, my name is Pearce Quentin, this is my mate, Haley. We were also saved from the dungeons when the Dimitris saved the Princess, Lady Jessica and the Royal Beta," the man announced.

"What?!" I was shocked, and I could tell everyone else around me was.

"Belly is um Arabella Dimitri, and her brother, and their friend Damien, they, um, saved us from the dungeons and brought us back here," Jessica explained.

"Fuck," I stood gobsmacked.

"Niccy, you said a swear!" Mads laughed. I smiled down at her, elated that she was home, and that she was safe.

"Oh Goddess, Madison!" my mum cried out, joined by my dad and brothers. It was a teary reunion.

After the reunion, everyone gathered in my office, except Madison, who was sleeping. "So, explain to me exactly what happened, from the beginning," I asked Jessica, who sat on one of the sofas in my office with a warm cup of tea in her hands, wearing comfortable and clean clothes, her hair still wet from her shower.

"Well, we were just playing in the forest and, Goddess, I barely remember what happened, but we woke up in the dungeon. The men, they said that it was payback for you killing the gamma that raped the girl. Um, Haley," Jess looked at the girl, Haley, who had come with them.

"That's why I was in the dungeon, for telling people he raped me," Haley looked down.

"I am so sorry that happened to you, you will be safe in my pack, and I will ensure you get the necessary justice."

"I was in the dungeon for years and years because I was banging the current Luna before she realised she was the mate of the current alpha and he was pissed. He basically used me as a punching bag for the last, Goddess even knows how long I have been in there. We found out we were mates when she was shoved into the cell next to me," the man, Pearce, explained. I nodded my head to show I was listening, and had heard what he said. Then Jess continued.

"They beat us too, burned us, cut us, Goddess, it was awful. Logan was the worst, because they knew he was the strongest. They pumped him full of wolfsbane, whipped him loads too. He never screamed or complained once though, that man is a fighter. Then one day, they just turned up, brother and sister, the Dimitris. They saved everyone from that prison, every last person got out of there. Damien, the rogue alpha's son, he offered them all places in his dad's pack, I think that's where most of them went," confessed Jess. Shit. Wow, that was unexpected. "The powers they have is just... insane. She can create fire from her hands, and she can grow any plant from the tiniest bit of soil, and that's just what we saw, I'm sure there's more. She put all the plants and stuff on us. He controls air and water, it's... insane."

"So, where are they?" I asked.

"They were too worried that you'd kill them, they sent us for the last bit of the journey alone," she explained.

"I would like to formally thank them," I stated. "And I would like you to investigate the Blue Crescent pack and tell me how much corruption there is in there," I spoke directly to my gamma, Owen.

"There's something else... Jason Dimitri, um, Logan is his mate," Jessica explained.

"What?!" I looked at her shocked.

"Logan was unconscious the whole time though, he would have no idea when he wakes up. I have Jason's number though. I think he wants to join the pack..."

"And Arabella?" I asked.

"She says she prefers the freedom of no pack."

"I would like to meet him first, but if he is respectful, and willing to be a full member of the pack, I don't see why not. Goddess, I will need a publicist to help with his image. One of the Dimitri twins being the mate of Logan, now that is something I never thought would happen," I sighed.

"I didn't even think Logan was able to have a mate," laughed Owen.

After I had spoken to them all, Jess went and rested in her room, and one of my men showed Pearce and Haley the room that they would be staying in in the packhouse. Once I had visited Logan in the hospital, when he was being given the best treatment this world had to offer, I went back to my house.

As I sat in my living room, I thought of whether or not I have a mate, and if I did, when I would ever get to meet them. I was 24. It had been 6 years since I turned 18 and had the potential to be able to actually find my mate, but she was nowhere, she wasn't in a single pack, and I have visited them all. I was looking into the glass cabinet that stood proud. Inside were two crowns, one was my coronation crown, that I wore when I became King four years ago, and the other is the coronation crown that is supposed to belong to my mate. I always imagined what she would look like, how the crown would rest on her head, how beautiful she would be. I quite often found myself staring into the glass cabinet longingly, and all my friends knew why. "She's dead or a rogue, isn't she?" I said to Owen, who I sensed walked into the room.

"That seems like the only explanation," he sighed, taking a seat next to me.

"What's it like when you meet your mate, tell me again," I asked turning to him.

"Well, when I met Skye, her scent was intoxicating, it was the best smell I had ever smelt, I was drawn to it. When I looked into her eyes, I knew she was the one. My wolf was going crazy, chanting 'mate, mate, mate'. She is the most beautiful girl I had ever set my eyes on, and when I touch her, there are electric shocks that spread between us," he explained, a look of love in his eyes. "As the royal gamma, my mating experience was heightened, more than a normal werewolf. As the Alpha King, yours will be even more so."

"If I ever find her," I sighed, taking a long sip of the alcohol.

"Have I just walked in on a pity party?" asked my friend, and loyal Delta, Chase. He is the jokey one of us all, either lifting our spirits up, angering us severely or making us cringe at his god-awful, often flirtatious, very inappropriate jokey ways.

"Ah, the clown has arrived," I muttered.

"I'm joining too, where there a party, that's where I am," Obi said, grabbing a bottle and taking a seat.

"What we drinking tonight?" Chase asked, taking the bottle from Obi. He read the label, gave a look of approval, and poured himself a drink.

"I'll have another," I held my glass out to him.

"Relax, neither of us have found our mates either," Obi shrugged his shoulders, gesturing to himself and Chase.

"I don't think Nick wants anything in common with you, Obi," laughed Owen. That earnt him a punch to the stomach.

"How do you turn this bloody thing on?" Chase asked, pressing the buttons of the electric fire and getting frustrated with it.

"She's dead or a rogue, I really hope she isn't dead. The people need a Queen."

"Let's hold a ball," suggested Owen.

"How is that of any help?" Obi stared at him.

"Okay, hear me out, it will be on neutral land, just outside our border, it will be open to male and female rogues, and every other pack, and we can see if your female rogue lady turns up," Owen explained.

"That plan is very flawed, but it could just about work," a female voice said, belonging to my other Gamma, and Owen's mate, Skye.

"I'm clever," Owen said, looking proud of himself and leaning back in his seat. Skye walked over to him and sat down on his lap, brushing her hands through his hair. I became jealous.

I needed to hold this damned ball and find my mate.