The Mating Ball

By WriterKittie All Rights Reserved ©

Fantasy / Romance

Chapter 23

Spencer’s P.O.V.

Making it to Dastan’s room, we all take a seat on the floor. I look at each of their faces, memorizing my pack members’ features.

“So…are you going to tell us what we’re doing here or are you going to keep staring at us?” Dominic asks after a minute (or a few) of silence.

I clear my throat and wiggle off of Dastan’s laugh and onto the floor. “Okay…so, as you all know, I’ve brought you three into my pack. That means that I am your Alpha. That also means that we can now converse in our minds, like we did earlier,” I explain. Then, I lean back and let that sink in.

“WAIT! THAT WAS YOU?!” They exclaim together, looking at me in shock.

I giggle and nod. “It was…I had a big laugh when I heard you both scream and fall to the ground,” I answer.

Derreck pouts at me. “That’s not nice, little one,” he mumbles.

I giggle again. “I thought it was pretty funny…’oh my god, I’m hearing voices in my head!’ and ’what the hell?’ and ’I’m hearing voices in my head! I’m going crazy! Oh my gosh!’” I mock them. “Ya’ll are funny.”

“I’m glad you got a laugh out of us,” Dominic says dryly, “but I don’t appreciate watching my mate scream out in pain or suddenly having teeth buried in my wrist. It hurt.”

I smile sheepishly. “Yeah…sorry about that; I wasn’t really thinking when I did it…I’m more a do now and ask later,” I reply quietly.

“I forgive you, Spencer,” Max tells me, “I know why you did it.”

I smile at him. “Thanks, Maxy!” I exclaim, hugging him.

He chuckles. “Maxy?”

I nod. “That’s my nickname for you,” I answer, “Maxy.”

“But my name is already pretty short,” he tells me, “so why do you want to give me a nickname?”

Shrugging, I purse my lips in thought. “Well…everyone calls you Max; I want to be different…is that okay?” I ask him.

He smiles. “Of course it's okay…but only if I get to give you a nickname.” His innocent smile turns into a thinking expression. “What about…Penny?”

“Penny? Hmm…I like it!” I exclaim, beaming at him. “That’s a new one that I’ve never been called before! And now, only you can call me Penny!”


“You two are weird…but can we get back to the subject at hand?” Derreck asks.

I blush and nod. “Right. So, we can talk in our minds now and share a deep connection. Basically, I will know if one of you are hurt, physically or emotionally, and we’ll all feel each other’s emotions. We’ll also share a weird sense of loyalty towards each other that will never be broken. We’ll eat together, talk together, play together, train together-oh my gosh! Training! I’m going to fall out of routine and get so fat!” I shriek, bolting up on my feet.

“What’s wrong, kitten?” Dastan asks in alarm, shooting up right next to me and checking to make sure that I’m not hurt.

“I need to train or else I’ll fall out of practice and become fat!” I tell him, grabbing his wrist and tugging (or trying to) him out of the room.

He chuckles and allows me to pull him. “Alright, alright! We’ll go to the training yard,” he says. “C’mon, guys; let’s go!”

I hear some groans, but don’t think much of it as I continue to pull my mate down the hallway. “Hurry up!” I whine at my slow mate.

He chuckles again. “You’re going the wrong way,” he tells me, pulling me to a halt. “We have to fly there.”

My face turns red. “Oops.” Then, I process the last thing he said and wrinkle up my nose. “Fly? In the rain?”

He looks at me sympathetically. “Yeah…in the rain,” he answers.

I deflate a little. “Oh…”

Don’t you even suggest it, Spencer! No rain! Sammy yells at me.

I flinch. What are you talking about? I ask, trying to sound innocent.

Spencer, we share the same body; I can hear your thoughts. I know you want to train, but no. No rain or I won’t let you shift! She tells me harshly.

I sigh. “I guess no training then…” I mutter, shaking off Dastan’s grip and walking off down the hallway.

“Spencer? What’s wrong?” Dastan asks, catching up to me.

I shrug. “Sammy won’t let me go,” I answer, keeping my eyes on the ground. “She said that if I go out in the rain, she won’t let me shift.”

“Let me talk to her. Maybe she’ll see it differently if I ask her,” he tries.

I shake my head. “It won’t work. You should’ve heard her voice and tone; she’s pissed that I even considered it. I’ll have to go sometime when it’s not raining,” I answer sadly, looking up and giving him a weak smile.

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “If you’re sure…?”

I nod. “I’m sure.”

“Your Majesties, King James and King Jason are here to see you,” a servant exclaims, rushing over to us.

A real smile lights up my face. “Can we see them, Dastan? I want to introduce Maxy to Jason! Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please?!”

He laughs. “Of course, kitten. Let’s go,” he tells me.

I cheer and race over to Maxy using my cheetah speed. “Maxy, I have someone I want to introduce you to!” I exclaim, startling everyone.

“Where in the world did you come from?” Dominic asks, putting a hand on his chest.

I giggle. “I ran. Now, let’s go!” I grab Maxy’s hand and tug him down to the throne room, ignoring the calls of our mates. Bursting into the throne room, I notice that it’s pitch black in here. “What in the world?”

“It’s never dark in the throne room…what happened?” Max asks, his grip tightening on my hand.

I go to answer, but the door we just entered slammed shut behind us, causing me to scream. “Who did that?”

“Who’s there?” Max asks.

“I want Dastan!” I exclaim as Max pulls me into the hug. “I don’t like this.” A gust of wind sweeps by me, causing me to scream again, pulling Max tighter. “Max, I want to get out of here!”

Banging on the door makes us jump. “Kitten? Max? Are you in there? Are you okay?” Dastan’s voice is muffled, but we can still hear him.

“Dastan! I want out!” I exclaim, on the verge of sobbing. Another gust of wind whips by me, pulling me away from the door. “DASTAN!” I scream. “MAX!”



There’s a prick on my neck before the world goes silent and my eyes slowly close. My last thought is, Please save me, Dastan! Don’t let me die!

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