The mating ball

Kate's POV

"Mate?" The man I had just bumped into had said all of a sudden.

What exactly was he saying?

Earlier on, I had considered the mating ball a failure towards me as I remained a spectator to watch how all other girls of my age had easily found their mate.

It had seemed hard for me, and I had decided to give myself some help by walking around the hall with the hope that I could get in contact with someone that could turn out to be my mate.

But this man....

The hall was filled up, and it was usual for people to bump into each other and then withdraw themselves, but it was different for him. My head had clashed against his chest, and instead of me moving away, I found myself perceiving the sweet scent coming from his body. I stayed that way, and my hands went to wrap him in a tight embrace.

I was doing something crazy, and it was expected that he asked me to get away from him, but he said nothing.

He allowed some seconds to pass, almost about a minute before saying "mate?". He tightened our bodies closely, and at the same time, intoxicated me.

It got to the stage that my pants felt wet, making the spot become sticky.

"Are you serious?" I muttered after being lost for a while, panting as a result of the increase in my heart beat.

My voice was not loud enough for him to hear.

"You are my mate!"

His voice was loud, and it caused everyone's attention to be on us.

We started off to do the exact same thing I had seen all new mates do. Our lips touched, overlapping into a deep kiss.

The kiss offered me relief, and his sweet scent was so enticing that I had not thought of stopping. If they had given us a private time at that same moment, I was hundred percent sure my pants would have shifted.

Everyone started clapping to cheer us up, and the sound made us separate ourselves. Just then, I looked at his eyes.

"Pale blue eyes...."

The strange feeling of being in contact with him suddenly died down, and my head went back to the previous state it was in having a consistent bang. A severe headache.

Slowly, I backed some steps away from him.

He was simply looking at me, unsure of my steps.

"Pale blue eyes," I said a second time.

"I'm Ryan." He tried to introduce himself.

"Oh no!"

His eyes were what I was warned about.

I was from a family of seers, and we worked for different packs. As a seer, my special ability was precognitive dreams. My dreams always came to pass.

I had seen his eyes in my dream, trying to hurt me with strange weapons, and my parents, Derek and Mitchell, the Alpha and Luna of our small pack, who were also seers, had also confirmed it.

I had to stay away from him!

"Your.... Your eyes...."

I was sure he had no idea of what I was talking about. He couldn't have, and confusion brimmed on his face as he kept on touching his eyes.

"Do you have an issue with me?" He asked, walking closer to me.

His face was still full of smiles.

Where was Ellen?

She had come with me, but we had mixed up among the crowd of people, and it was hard for me to find her. Where was she?

"Ellen!" I strained my voice to shout.

My heart rate had already increased, getting so loud that my ears could hear it.

I almost tripped to the floor, but Ryan held me up. His touch stirred up fear in me, and he went on to look into my eyes. My hands started shaking. I could barely speak.

"Do you have any problem? Or maybe a fever?"

Just then, I got some strength, and I took his hands off me.

That was not enough to make him leave me, so I decided to do something more by racing out of the hall. Ellen had not shown up by then.

Everyone standing outside was watching, and I realized that people outside were more than the time I had come in, and they were watching as though I was making a performance that was worthy of their attention.

There could only be one thing in the lookers' mind, why was she running away from him?

No one would know, no one would get my point, but how could my mate turn out to be the man I had always seen in my dream?

It was hard to believe, but it was real.

I had run a far distance away from the hall of the mating ball before I realized I had left the horse I had rode behind. I was in such a haste that I forgot I was supposed to ride with it.

I sat on the bare ground, not minding that I was going to stain my gown. My legs were too weak to carry me up.

"Ellen?" I called out.

She had come in just in time to help me, and I was relieved. What would have happened if I got no ride? How would I have returned home?

She had acted up like an angel.

For her to get me to climb the horse became another issue. My legs were swollen, and my head felt as though a heavy load was placed on it. After several attempts, she got down from the horse to carry me on it before climbing again.

"I saw that you found a mate, and even kissed him," she said. "What made you run away from the hall?"

Her heart was also beating fast. I could hear it.

Her question made it obvious that she had seen everything that had happened, and was just a far distance from me at the time I called.

If everyone had noticed the scene I caused, why wouldn't she?

As for her question, I wasn't in the right state to put up an explanation.

"In a short while, I will get you home, just hang on."

She rode slowly, trying to make sure that I didn't fall off the horse. At a point when it was still hard for me to maintain balance, I managed to hold her weakly.

"The man... with... pale blue... eyes." I kept on muttering.

My words were unclear, and I was sure she felt I was saying gibberish as she didn't reply to me. Maybe it could be called gibberish. Each of the words I was saying felt like the first words from a baby who is trying to learn how to speak.

Finally, we got to the gate of our palace, and she made sure Mitchell came out to meet me.

"She had found a mate!" She made it an announcement.

Mitchell was supposed to leap up with joy, and go further to cheer me up, but the state I was in....

She stared at me for a while as though she was looking at a new specie of animal, perhaps a new discovery. Maybe I looked like that. And then she raised her head to look at Ellen.

"How is her current state related to her finding a mate?" She asked.

The maids in our palace, and the apprentices came out to look at me.

Slowly, I managed to open my eyes, but the man in my dream, the man I saw in my mate, kept forming a picture for my eyes to look at, and it felt real.

My body shook, my heart pumping hard, and loud enough for most of the maids who were close to hear.

"The man is here.... His pale blue eyes are piercing into me..." I was pointing my fingers at the spot the man was standing.

Mitchell, Ellen, and everyone else looked at the spot I was pointing at, but they found no one.

"We can't see anyone." Mitchell held my face, trying to make me fix my eyes on her. "It's not real!"

My eyes had filled up with tears, my fingers went weak, falling l to my side.

"He's the man I told you about!" I screamed with the little strength I could muster.