30

Charlie

We were back in the central area where all the alphas and lunas were. The tension between Damon and I was thick and inviting. I had to fight everything in me to grab him, take him to the room, and screw the rest of this meeting week. I honestly don't find it necessary for us to be here; I am mean, we are the King and Queen, right? So why would we go through these dumb training sessions? "I don't know why I'm here." I sighed out in frustration to Layla. She laughed slightly and turned to me. "I understand. But look, Charlie, we might be royalty, and I know it seems like we make the rules, but we don't."

"You see, my family is from a long line of Kings that date as far back as when we were created. There have been multiple types of kings and queens throughout the years. What I mean by that, as a society, Lycans and werewolves have tried numerous ways of ruling. Whether that be a different King in each country or having a werewolf king and then a Lycan king separately, any combination you could think of, they tried. But the main problem that kept occurring and why the system kept failing was because the King felt he was above. Technically yes, in a pack, there is a leader. But a pack is still a pack. No one is better than the other regardless of title."

"Our ancestors decided years ago that the only way to maintain peace, consistency, and growth is to have the King be reminded that he doesn't know everything. That's why you are here. Because regardless of how powerful and knowledgeable Damon is, he still can know more. And sometimes, it's nice to be humbled and be normal for once. For the longest time, I was the taken sister. No one took the time to get to know me until I came here, and it was normal. I mean, of course, after Damon yelled at them." We both laughed at that.

"I understand what you're saying," I responded to her. It all made sense. I mean, Damon was so humble for a King. That's one thing I loved about him. "I'm happy you both figured everything out," Layla said as she grabbed my arm. "Honestly, I think after all you went through to get here was to make your relationship stronger." Layla turned me and looked me in my eyes, and I could tell just how serious she was. "I can see why the moon goddess paired you two."

That small saying made my heart pound and filled my body with love. I finally feel accepted into the family, and I can finally see Layla in a different light. I could see her becoming my sister, and it's exciting to feel. To my surprise, I looked over to see where Damon was, and he was already looking at me.

This rush came in through my entire body, and I was immediately filled with heat again. I could see Layla turn to me and lift her eyebrow at me as she looked between the both of us. "You've got to be fucking kidding." I turned to her, breaking the intense eye contact with Damon and I. "You decided to come here, and you're in heat?" I sat there in shock.

"Okay, you two need to go upstairs now. And not come back down until your heat is done." I looked at her confused as she looked around the room, panicked. "What do you mean?"

"You wreck! Horny has a smell, you know. And it's leaking from both of you. And if I can tell then, all the unmated wolves are going to also. This means that they are going to either try and mate with you or with Damon." She said as she was pushing me out of the room slowly. "I don't care how long it takes, even if you're not here for the rest of the trip. I don't care. Fix it." At this point, I am standing outside the banquet hall, and I could see Oliver talking with Damon. Damon turned towards me, and his eyes went dark, and I could feel the tension.

"Go to your room; Oliver is taking care of Damon. He will be there soon, and then you can finally rectify the situation." She started pushing me to the entrance where we first came in. "Like fully. Don't come out until you have that new shiny tattoo on your neck." I rolled my eyes at her and tried to stifle my laugh. I went through the whole hotel and finally was able to find my room.

I walked in, and I saw myself in the mirror and immediately was grossed out with myself. This was not how I wanted to look for our first time. I don't know how much time I had before he came up, but I needed to get in the shower. I got in and scrubbed my body to make sure that I smelled terrific, and I shaved everything. I washed my hair and got out quickly. Thankfully, Damon wasn't here yet, but the shower only calmed me slightly. But the heat came flooding back the moment I got out.

I looked through my clothes in the suitcase and tried to find something mildly sexy. I brought a lot of lingerie, but I couldn't pick which one. "Shit shit shit. Pick something." I huffed out at myself in frustration. I decided on the all-black set and quickly put it on. I decided to put my hair up in a messy bun and let the loose curls fall.

I grabbed a robe and wrapped myself until Damon would show up. The nerves filled my body, and I wanted him to hurry up and barge in and take me. Or I take him. I don't know how long I sat there waiting for him, but I got anxious. Maybe I should go looking for him? Plus, being away from him this long, I could feel my chest start to tighten. We were too far from each other.

I tried to find my phone, but I had no idea when or where it was last. My heart was beating incredibly fast, and I could feel the pain start to cover my body. I needed to be around him. "Wheres my fucking phone!" I screamed out in annoyance. I began to pull up every couch cushion and threw out all of our clothes from the suitcases. My breathing got heavy, and I could feel the heaviness come to swallow my chest. "Please." I whimpered out. The room was a mess, but I had to leave the room. I didn't even have the strength to put anything other than the robe I was wearing.

I got up, put on the slippers, and opened the door. And as soon as I did there, Damon was just about to open the door himself. He was panting and looked like he was in just as much distress as I was. He was breathing heavily, his eyes were dark, and he looked feral. "You took too long." I huffed out and felt a sigh of relief when I saw him. I felt every muscle in my body release and go back to normal.

"I'm sorry, I was in a conversation with an alpha, and he wouldn't shut up." I moved from the door and let him walk in, and he sat down on the couch, and I did the same. "Did you feel that?" I asked him. "I felt it as soon as you left the ballroom." His eyes were deep and magnetic. I wanted him. "So I'm not crazy." I chuckled slightly. "It's the mate pull."

A silence fell over us, and a thick sexual tension hovered over us. "There's something we should talk about," Damon said, and I straightened out and opened my listening ears. "What's up?" I asked him.

"I think you kind of already can tell, but this has been hard for me to talk about. Just because it isn't expected of me, and my status." I could sense the nerves coming off of him, and it was making me nervous myself. "Okay, I'm all ears."

"Well, I think you've noticed that in the times that we have gotten physical, I'm not as assertive as most alphas. That's for a reason. Growing up, I always had this idea that was put on me about how Alphas were supposed to be. Tough. Strong. Masculine. Aggressive. Assertive. And when we met, I was battling with those thoughts and who I wanted to be. During our time apart, I learned that I wasn't the only alpha out there that felt the same way. I wasn't weird or crazy, and it didn't make me less of a man." Damon paused and took a deep breath. "I'm telling you I'm bottom; I'm a submissive."

Bingo. Now, let's act surprised. "Oh? Okay." I said back, and he let out a sigh of relief. "Does it bother you?" He questioned me. "No. Why would it? It doesn't make you less of alpha or a man in my eyes."

"That's so great to hear. You're just having a different reaction than what I thought. Like you're not as surprised."

"Yeah, well, I could tell. I always had like a hunch. But. Today in the workshop, I did what I did, and you reacted very calmly. It was the cherry on top." We both laughed at that, and his face went red. "Oh wow, good to know. Here I was thinking I was doing a great job." He rolled his eyes playfully at me.

"So what do you being a bottom entail? What are you expecting sexually from me?" I asked him genuinely.

"What it means is I don't want to be in control in the bedroom. And whatever you want me to do or not to do. Whatever you want to do to me, you have my full consent." As he explained, I had to hold in the urge to smile. My mind started to run wild with thoughts and ideas. All the things I would want to do him, the sounds I would want him to make. It was like a dream come true. "Good to know."

"Good to know? That's all I get?" He laughs awkwardly. I could still tell that he felt nervous and wanted this conversation to be over. I could also tell he wanted more of a response for me. But I couldn't verbalize what I was feeling; I just had to show him. I stood up and walked in front of him, and reached my hand out for him to grab.

"No, that's not all you get."

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