Obsession: the Lycan king's Human Mate

The surface was soft, softer than what she had fallen asleep on. 

Opening her eyes, Adeline found herself in her bedroom, cuddled in her sheets and in her double bed, unlike the single one where they had previously done it when they were at the temple. 

Xavier must have dropped her home. 

She remembered to be slightly tired and the nap in his arms sounded heavenly, making her close her eyes and slip into the best sleep that she had ever had. 

"Good morning," Zara entered the room with a large breakfast tray in her hands. The shifter had absolutely no problems in carrying a huge tray all by herself. 

"Morning," Adaline wished her back as she sat up on the bed ready to receive the breakfast in bed since she was pretty sure that it was late in the afternoon. 

"What time is it?" She asked as Zara folded a small table in her lap and placed the plate there. 

"Umm," Zara wondered out loud and Adaline realized that this shifter might not know the concept of time. 

"That is fine," Adaline bit into the toast and spoke with her mouth full, "has everyone had lunch yet?" 

Zara nodded her head. "Your uncle and aunt have retired and your grandmother is reading in her parlor." 

Adeline nodded and aimed for the eggs. 

These people loved having meat and staying with them had definitely changed her appetite and made her lean towards it, more than she ever had. 

"Is there anything I can get you?" Zara\'s voice made her lookup. 

Adaline thought about it before slowly shaking her head. "No, thank you." She waved her off with his mind, dismissing her politely. 

When Zara closed the door, Adaline relieved a huge sigh of relief even though she had no idea where it came from. 

Slowly she got up, kept the small folding table away from her, and moved closer to the dressing table where she had been told was the flower vase. 

Ever since that happened inside the house, her aunt had made sure that the house no longer had any kind of vase, empty or not. 

Adaline felt somewhat thankful for the decisions made by Tessa. It did ease her nerves but what did not was what had happened with the witch Amula. 

She seemed like someone who knew her. But how could a witch know anything about her unless she had been right—

Amulya had been there when Nathaniel was sacrificing her. 

She scoffed. She really supposed to believe it when Amula said that she was being informed by her sister? 

Nathaniel was practically on his way to make history by bringing back someone from the dead, and Amula expected Adeline to believe that she was not sitting in the front seat? 

But she had to tell this to someone. 

Adelene closed her eyes before releasing another sigh. There was only one person who could help me through this. 

**** 

"Your Highness," the Butler of the palace, serving the royal family for the past 30 years bowed in front of her 19-year self, "I was not informed about your arrival. Your room is ready and in case you want to meet the king—"

"Oh no," Adeline awkwardly interrupted him in between and waved her hand. "I am here to meet someone else." 

"Someone else?" Arnold twisted his face in surprise and slight worry. "Not the king? His parents? Perhaps his sister-in-law?" 

Adaline gave him a shake of her head. She was not here to meet anyone other than the warlock that had been staying here for some time. 

Adaline was aware of the attention that she was receiving from not just the butler, but everyone else that were currently in the palace. 

The moment she stepped into the castle, it was like everyone had suddenly been aware of her arrival. 

Three maids had appeared by her side and 2 footmen stood ten steps away from her and the Butler appeared in front of her within seconds. 

The highlighted sense of smell had definitely worked in their favor. It had not even been seconds when she had stepped into the palace and these people flaunted to her side as she was an exotic thing to see. 

"Who would you like to meet, your Highness?" Arnold asked, "I shall take you to them."

He would?

She would have to agree with that since Adaline had no idea where anything was in this huge palace anyway. 

Making up her mind, she revealed, "I want to meet Alexandier."

The chill in the room was noticed making her take a quick look around. Almost everyone straightened on their stance. Adaline felt the attention being lifted off of her and Arnold being the center of it. 

Arnold blinked before speaking slowly, "Who?"

Did he not know? 

"Alexanider," Adeline told him again. "The warlock who has been helping us?" she hoped the extra information that she had provided would help him understand who. 

Arnold narrowed his eyes slightly before looking at the people behind her and nodded, dismissing them as she heard them walk away and looked to confirm. 

They were walking away. 

"Would you like to take a walk, your highness?" Arnold asked her before stepping to her side and holding his hand out and into the direction of the stairs. 

Even though he had maintained a respectful distance between them, Adeline felt overwhelmed by him. It felt to her like he was trying to assert his dominance in his situation and he was winning. 

Hesitantly, she nodded and started to walk in the direction he had pointed to. Arnold did not say anything but that was only until they had reached the stairs. 

"I think you should reconsider, miss," Arnold spoke without any reluctance. "The king would be happy to receive you."

Adaline frowned lightly as they turned to walk up to another flight of stairs. "But I am not here to meet him." 

"Which is what I want you to reconsider." came his reply. "Perhaps the king should be a priority and not a warlock, yes?"

What? 

"Here," Arnold raised his hand to stop her, "I shall announce your presence to the king."