Zuriel
I am standing in the driveway, waiting for my fiancé. Heâs late. So rude. I see him pull in. Heâs driving an impressive black sports car. I donât move back even as he gets closer. He stops just in front of my legs. I cross my arms and glare at him with cold eyes, showing him how angry I am because he is late and does not communicate.
Zuriel doesnât leave his car. Heâs watching me too⦠Bored. I huff and go to the passenger seat. I open the door and shut it.
âMorning,â he says curtly.
âYouâre late.â
âMy bad,â
I grit my teeth and ball my hands in a fist.
âApologise for being late. Have you no manners?â I sneer.
âItâs not my fault, I forgot,â he answers.
âScrew you,â I murmured, looking out the window. In the corner of my eye, I see him smirk.
âYou might soon,â he murmured, driving. I gasp and stare at him. He looks straight ahead to the road. I inspect the car. Itâs even better inside. I wonder if he made this. His company was the best at manufacturing sports cars. The silence was getting awkward, and I hastily pulled a phone from my bag.
âUm, Mom says we should get to know each other in case we are asked some questions. I prepared some questions,â I mumble.
âUhuh,â
âUm, how old are you?â I ask. I already knew it. Heâs turning 28 this year on September, 21.
â28 this year, and you?â
âI turned 19,â I say.
âWhen?â
âFebruary 20th,â I answered.
âFavorite food?â
âumh. Grilled steak?â he asked as I questioned. I nodded.
âI like pasta,â I say, â I can make it well,â
He only nods. I wanted to tell him that I would cook for him, but I didnât. He might be rude to it.
âI know about your work already. Um. Iâm pursuing a degree in design and marketing. Iâm in my third year,â
âMy best friends are Brandon and Solena. Do you have any friends?â
âNo,â
âThatâs heartbreaking,â it was sad that he didnât have one friend. I couldnât imagine life without any of my friends.
âWhatâs your wolfâs name?â I ask. He stays silent for a moment before he answers.
âRiel,â A smile curled on my lips. His wolfâs name is beautiful. I bet he is as powerful as he is from the aura that exudes from him.
âI like it,â I say,
âWhatâs her name?â I know he means my wolf.
âAra,â
âAra,â he repeats silently. My wolf purrs when he recites her name and jumps forward in excitement. Zuriel turns his gaze to me and for the first time,
âHello, Ara,â he says, and I realize itâs not him who speaks but his powerful wolf.
Zuriel
âHello, Ara,â My wolf leaps forward after he senses Ara take over the little princessâ wolf. Riel has never been so excited about meeting another wolf as he is now. Her wolf has beautiful gold eyes that sparkle with green and has a bright personality.
âJust like her human,â Riel says. I glance at the little princess. She is having an internal argument with her wolf.
Our wolves are now locked away. She continues the questions, but all I can focus on is her scent which is driving me crazy in the wildest way. She has always been so intoxicating, but now itâs different, knowing that sheâs mine.
âI donât know if I should ask,â she sounds hesitant to ask her next question,
âDonât,â I feel like I know whatâs coming. She wants to know why itâs just my mother and I. I donât want to lie to her or talk about it. She obliges and purses her lips.
A few minutes later, we arrived at the shopping mall. She is a little dull. I park my car, and sheâs the first to get out. I follow her as she looks for the perfect dress for tomorrowâs engagement party. The princess is indecisive, and weâve been to many stores already. She manages to pick out a few, but â Not the oneâ in her words to the store assistants.
âLetâs go there,â she points at the store on another floor. I carry her bags.
As we walk, I notice lustful stares on her. Who wouldnât? Sheâs wearing a short black dress that leaves her long legs exposed to the eyes. Her luscious hair is tight in a ponytail, leaving her neck bare and begging to be marked. I shake my head, removing the thoughts from my head. It must be my wolf doing all this, not me, and I canât deny my dragon side finds the little princess fascinating. Heâs calm around her.
Some are smiling at pulling out their phones to take pictures secretly. It seems the little princess is popular.
âSheâs so hot,â I hear a man whisper. My hearing was better than any wolf, so I often picked up things. Thatâs why I was accustomed to shutting the world out. I grab her waist and pull her to me. I donât want menâs lustful gaze on her. I have a prime urge to let them know she belongs to me now, and if they dare look at her a certain way, Iâll kill them without flinching.
I watch as she picks out the designer clothes while I sit, and wait patiently.
âTry them on, Princess,â A sales assistant says. She reluctantly goes to the changing room. Her eyes meet mine. She wants to know if itâs alright to stay longer as she changes. I nod, and she goes into the changing closet.
A moment later, she emerges from the changing room in a beautiful gown, and my breath ceases for a second. Princess Elara is so breathtaking.
âThey insist I show you,â her face turns red as she speaks. She is nervous.
âHer shyness is cute,â
I nod towards her in approval of the dress she shows me, and she walks away.
Next. Rings. I texted Bruce about that, and he was happy to help me. We were going to the best jewelry designer. She is our Clientâs wife. They have already selected a few, so the princess will just have to choose which one she likes the one she likes.