The Werewolf King’s Mate
Chapter 13

Cory's

POV:

A lot has happened today, and I am unsure if my mind can keep up any longer. First, my second chance mate is the werewolf king. Second, I have to stay in his cabin. Third, he carried me all the way here. And now, I will be staying with him for a while...IN HIS ROOM! I was completely surprised at the events' turn and rendered speechless. I only nodded when he told me I would stay with him for hours. "Ladies, first,"

Lucas said. I am still unsure if I should call him Lucas or your majesty. I feel like I am disrespecting him for calling him Lucas. Once again, my voice was caught, and I was unable to respond. So, I nod. As soon as I stepped into his room, I immediately detected his distinct scent. I could spend the whole day here.

"I will prepare the bath so you can relax and wear more comfortable clothes. Sit first while I prepare a warm batch for you."

I nodded. But I did not make any movement. I stood there beside the door. I heard him sigh. Is he mad at me? Honestly, I haven't communicated with him, and have caused him problems. Will he reject me? Is he just taking his time until I recover? I can't help but feel anxious. And as if he could feel my anxiety, he reached out to me.

"Cory, relax. I am not mad at you or anything. I am worried. I want you to feel comfortable. But I also hope you will tell me what you need. You are my mate, so I want to give you anything you need. Hm?" Then, he smiled at me. "Okay. And thank you. Really. Thank you!"

I sit comfortably on a lengthy, sleek grey couch opposite the bed. I took this chance to look around the room, which is elegant, modern, spacious, and glamorous. It is a room fitting for a king. We had cleaned these rooms before, but I never realized how huge and exquisite the room was.

The bed is big enough to fit more than four people. A flat-screen TV is mounted on the wall in front of me, a large window, a mini library, and I can see a walk-in closet. The room has a color scheme of gray, black, and white. Additionally, there are several expensive- looking paintings on the walls.

A few minutes later, Lucas came out of the bathroom.

"Cory, the bath is ready. You can go in now." "Alright."

So, I went to where the bathroom was. When I entered, it was as expected. It is huge and glamorous. The bathtub has a matte black finish, a skylight that makes the room feel airy and bright, and a clear door that leads to the shower room. I started removing my clothes and taking a dip in the bath.

It has been a while since I took a nice warm bath.

I continued to scrub and clean myself. When I was done, I dried myself. I feel refreshed but forgot something. I don't have any change of clothes.

"Uh, L-Lucas?"

"Yes, Cory? What's the matter?"

"I, uh, don't have spare clothes. I didn't bring any." There was silence.

"Oh, of-of course. I'll get you something to wear."

After a few seconds, he knocked and said, "The clothes are outside."

"Thank you!"

As soon as he left, I quickly opened the door and found the set of clothes. I lifted it, and there was a black shirt and a pair of shorts. They smelled like him, but they were really big. I changed and stepped out of the bathroom. "L-Lucas, I think the clothes are really big." The shirt is almost at my knees. It looked like a dress when I wore it.

"Yes, they are mine. Iris and Ellie went out to buy clothes for you, and they have yet to return. You can change it once they are here."

"Hm, OK."

"Come here; let's dry your hair." He had the hairdryer and brush prepared. And so, I sat in front of the mirror while he dried my hair. I feel sleepy with the warm air and how his hand untangles my hair.

I heard him chuckle. He noticed I was looking at him.

"Sorry. It's just you look adorable right now."

After he dried my hair, we sat near the window at a small dining table. I have noticed it now, but there are foods. He must have brought it when I was in the bath. The smell of food got me hungry, and as if on cue, my stomach growled loudly. Oh, goddess, I am so embarrassed right now.

"You are really adorable. Come here. Eat whatever you like so you can drink your medicine."

There are sandwiches, soups, fruits, and drinks here.

"Here, drink some soup first. It will warm up your stomach."

I took a spoonful of the tomato soup. It includes chunks of tomatoes, and it is creamy. Then he handed me a sandwich this time. It has meat, lettuce, cheese, tomato, and mayonnaise. I unconsciously scrunched my face when I smelled the mayonnaise. "What's wrong? Do you not like the sandwich?"

"No, no. It's just that I am not a fan of mayonnaise..."

"Oh, alright. I am glad I came in prepared! You can have a grilled cheese sandwich if you want." I took a bite, and it was good!

"What else do you not like?" He asked. "Aside from mayonnaise, is there anything you don't want to eat? or what is your favorite food?"

"I like mostly everything else except for mayonnaise. I don't have a favorite. But so far, I think it is this grilled cheese sandwich." I looked at him, and a bright smile was plastered on his face.

"I am glad you like it!"

"Did you make all of these?"

He bashfully answered, "Actually, no. But I was the one who made the grilled cheese. Tommy and Elias cooked the rest. I will introduce you to them later."

I continued eating the food they prepared while he kept asking questions and giving out information about him.

"What is your full name? I am Lucas Dacre."

"Cory Hemmings."

"How old are you?"

"I just turned 18. How about you?"

"Oh, yeah. I was actually near when your friend surprised you with a cake. I am glad I was there. I am 21, by the way."

"Thank you,"

"You don't have to thank me. So, you are young, but you are the werewolf king."

"Ah yes, my parents died when I was young. And, if ever since then, I was appointed as the werewolf king." He continued to tell me how his parents died, the moments they shared before the tragic event happened, and how he lived for those couple of years. "I am sorry; I shouldn't have asked."

"No, it's OK. How about you?"

"They also died when I was young. Our pack was attacked, and as the beta and strongest fighters, they were on the frontline. Then, the Midnight Moon pack took everyone who survived."

"I am sorry too." We sat quietly for a while until someone knocked.

"Let me just get that."

I heard his voice, and there were girls outside the door. They were muttering about something. Then, the girls left, and he closed the door.

"Those are just Ellie and Iris. They have your clothes now. They want to enter so they can help you try it on. Do you want them to come here so you can change to something more comfortable? I can ask them to."

I bowed my head, and I said quietly, "Can I keep these on?"

"Cory, what is it? I didn't quite catch that."

"Uhm, can I keep these on?"

I spoke a little bit louder. I guess he heard me this time because his face was beet red, and he was smiling.

"Of course, you can wear them for as long as you want."

A few moments of awkwardness. I am glad another knock on the door ended our awkward atmosphere.

"Your majesty, we have a meeting with the Alpha in a few minutes."

"Oh, shoot! I totally forgot!"

"Tell them to wait for a bit. I will be right there."

"Yes, your majesty!"

If he leaves, I will be left alone in this room. I felt comfortable with him here, and I enjoyed his presence. But I can't ask him to stay. That will be too much! And he has responsibilities as the werewolf king. "Cory, I need to leave for a meeting. But don't worry. I will be back as soon as I can. I will also ask Iris and Ellie to help you with anything. They are just right down the hallway." "Alright."

"And, please get some rest. Try getting some sleep, OK?"

I nodded. Then, he left for his meeting. I felt a bit sad about it. So, is this how being away from your mate feels?