Obsession: the Lycan king's Human Mate

"The mark on your neck," he pointed, "when it comes to royalty it brings a lot more with it." 

Adeline's hand immediately went to the mark on her neck. It's still tingled and that was a given when it was still new. 

"What about it?" 

Xavier stared at the mark and nodded to himself. "Just so you know, you are not required to carry out any of these traditions. If you want you can say no and we all will respect that." 

So instead of answering the question he was going to build it on and on until he was satisfied? 

"Xavier," she leaned forward and pulled her hands out of the blankets that he had arranged around. "You have built up the suspense very well and now would be the perfect time to reveal what you have." She snapped but with grace. 

He chuckled at the that. Guess, he had made it prolong for more than necessary. 

"The thing is," he started, "when a king or the Crown Prince marks his mate, there are ceremonies that are carried out and the blessings of the goddess are seeked by the ruling couple."

"There is a series of traditions and rituals carried out in these ceremonies and these are carried out for three days."

He took her hand in his. "Every ritual is a bit harsh than the other and it is just to test how much we can endure for each other."

"that's it?" To her, it sounded nothing out of the ordinary because that was something that was carried out by humans as well. 

Adeline had heard about different religions and how they carried out their weddings. In fact, she had attended a few with her father. "At the end we are expected to mate." 

"Ahhh," she drawled it out. 

Of course there was a catch in it. How could things be easier in her life? 

"That's it?" She repeated again, just in case if there was another catch that he was not aware of. 

"Yes." He answered sullenly. "You are not expected to carry out any of this." 

For moment she found her mind to be blank. Nothing came to her mind when she heard any of these and may be sleeping on it more would help. "Okay," she nodded, "sleep, now?" 

With his legs stretched to a smile from one side Xavier removed the blankets around her and once again wrapped his arms around her before burying both of them in the blankets. 

******

The next time when they had woken up, it was well into the morning or probably the day. 

Xavier had a dining table in his rooms. They had a quick breakfast there before he kissed her cheek and left for his duties for the day. He had already posted them back for the time that they had spent in the north and could no longer continue doing it. 

Now adaline was left roaming around in his rooms thinking about what he had told her last night. 

Why would he be so reluctant to tell her about the traditions when they were nothing out of the ordinary? 

They were just traditions and they were very common in the world where she lived in. So what was the big deal because he was clearly hesitating and could have told her that when he had placed his mark on her. 

Maybe it was more than that. 

Maybe the fact that he had to mention it again and again that he was not required to participate in the the traditions have something to do with it. 

And there was only one place that adaline hoped she could get her answer. 

****

She walked into the library on her trip to trying not to make a sound. Libraries always had this kind of silent aura around them which made it difficult for her to make any kind of noise in. 

She found the man with greying hair and standing steps behind him, she chirped, "good morning!" 

The man jumped out of his skin for a second before he turned around. When he saw who she was, professor Harold placed a hand over his heart and patted it as if trying to calm himself down. 

"In case you have not notice, Mr Quill," he sounded a little breathless, "I am an old man and I cannot take surprises like that." He pointed around his head to the head that was growing and hardly had any kind of black hair in it. 

"Sorry," she winced slightly. "I thought you would be able to hear me." 

"Hmm," the man sighed, "my ears are a little slow now. However, I am surprised that you are here alone." 

"Not," Ashlynn corrected the old professor from behind adaline and moved in front of them. "I am here!" 

Adeline chuckled lightly. 

When she could not find Xavier and made it known to his parents that she wished to go to the academy, ashland had been unwilling participant to come with her along with a number of guards. 

"Do you never dust this place?" Ashlynn fit a public and patted making dust fly off the cover. "My least used pair of shoes has less dust than this." She looked up at both of them, "and I have at least a hundred." 

Professor Harold chuckled but adaline did not. She had not yet seen the room that had been allotted to ashland but she knew that was true. Even in the world that she lived in before, she had never seen Ashlynn repeat a pair of shoes twice. 

"So what is it that I can help you with?" The professor brought the conversation back on point once Ashlynn moved forward to liquid to the library. "If it is about the topic that we were once talking about, the Luna's hand, I think I know where we need to begin from."

Adaline stared at the professor before she felt shame was over her. That was something she had completely forgotten about in her pain. 

"Not Today," she answered dolorously, "I need to look for something else today."