Chapter 4 Ambitions

Chapter 4

As Jayden entered his room, he sat on the bed, his face calm. " I know you don't want to be my mate and were still wishing of being with your destined mate. But you are mine Davina, I love you so much I can't tolerate you being with anyone" he said with an intoxicating look. "Davina, I pray you did not find your destined mate before the ritual or else I would kill him. You can only be mine" he said with a dark expression.

"Since it was a tradition that the would-be king didn't have a fated mate, I knew from childhood that I'd have to choose among the noble ladies. When I set my eyes on Davina and got to know her through my cousin Amelia, I started considering her as my chosen mate. However, when I shifted to my wolf leo, and we saw her again at the next meeting after our transformation, it was clear she was meant to be our mate. The connection was set in stone and I had fallen for her. She has to be mine."

The crowd began to murmur among themselves, speculating about Davina's sudden departure. "Was she not happy?" some wondered. "Or did she just get overwhelmed?" Others chimed in, "Maybe she was just too excited."

"Go after her." Jayden's wolf's voice echoed in his mind, urging him to "Find her now!"

He turned around to go and look for Davina. "Jayden, stop," his parents said. He turned to them. "I want you to calm down and speak gently with Davina when you find her. It can be a little tough, but she'll come around. She's just surprised" his mother said. "I understand. Don't worry, I won't get angry at her,' he replied. "You can go," his father said. With that, he left the hall.

"That girl Davina is a good girl, although her parents seem ambitious. As long as they don't cross the line, they'll be fine," the king said to the queen. "Yes, she is. And well-mannered. Whenever she comes to the palace with her grandfather since childhood, and being Amelia's friend, we could say we've watched her grow up."

"Thank you all for coming to Prince Jayden's chosen mate ceremony. He has already chosen his mate, and the mating and coronation will take place in one month's time. The celebration is over, and the attendants will lead you to your designated rooms in the palace."

With that, the king turned to the queen. "Let's go, my queen." The king and queen left the hall.

As the attendants led the guests away from the hall, different kinds of gossip spread among them. "We've already known she would be chosen," some said. "We're not surprised. It's what we expected, given her friendship with his highness's cousin, which gave her a better chance than us." Others added, "And don't forget her grandfather; he's one of the three most powerful elders on the council."

After all the guests left the hall, only the elder council remained. "Prince Jayden made the right choice among all the candidates; Davina is the most competent and loved by the people' Elder Philip said. "Yes, he made the right choice, and not to mention how good her grandfather is and how he has contributed to the kingdom. Although he's not around, attending a diplomatic relations meeting with other communities, he'll be happy when he finds out his granddaughter was chosen" Elder Martins said.

"Hmm, my granddaughter is more competent, and I've also contributed to the kingdom no less than Davina's grandfather," Elder James said, his tone laced with subtle resentment. "So, why didn't he consider my granddaughter? Prince Jayden will surely regret choosing Davina" It was clear that his granddaughter, Priscillia, had been in love with the prince and had hoped to be chosen as his mate.

With Elder James's comment, the others remained silent and began to disperse, leaving the hall one by one. Elder James, still visibly upset, eventually rose and departed angrily.

He had been searching for Davina everywhere. Where could she be? As he was wondering, he heard, "Prince Jayden, wait." He stopped and turned back to see her parents rushing towards him. "Good evening, Prince Jayden," they said. "Good evening. What is it?" He replied hastily, his wolf straining to break free and gain control, urging him and eager to find their chosen mate. He didn't want to linger, but he had to listen to them, especially since they were Davina's parents.

"Well, Your Highness, we want to inform you that Davina truly desires to be your chosen mate, and we are also pleased with the choice. She was just a little bit overwhelmed, and we think you might find her in the forest," they said. "Thank you," he replied, leaving immediately to search for her.

"Davina better not spoil our plan and play the role of a chosen mate," Davina's father Bryson said. "Don't worry, she will not," her mother replied.

As he entered the forest, he immediately shifted into his wolf form, feeling the familiar rush of power and freedom. He sniffed the air, trying to track her scent to find her. He started running through the forest, his wolf form was a majestic black wolf - black fur with hints of brown, piercing gold eyes that gleamed in the night, sharp teeth, and long claws. He was powerful, agile, and ferocious, with a strong and purposeful stride, thanks to his royal lineage. The wind rushed past him, whipping his fur back and forth as he ran faster, until he reached the stream.

As he approached the stream, he saw Davina kneeling beside the stream, his heart skipped a beat at the sight of her, and he felt a surge of excitement mixed with nervousness. "Leo, give me back control," he said to his wolf. "Let me speak to her. If you talk to her, you might scare her." "Talk to mate," Leo replied, and gave him back control. He shifted back to human form, his clothes still intact. A perk of being a royal, he had the privilege of shifting without damaging his clothes, unlike normal werewolves whose clothes would tear upon shifting. Those with royal and alpha lineage could shift without damaging their clothes and approach.

Deep beneath the earth, hidden from prying eyes, lay a secretive place shrouded in mystery. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decay, and the darkness seemed to writhe like a living thing, its tendrils curling around the cold stone walls. Few knew of its existence, and even fewer had ever laid eyes on its twisted, labyrinthine tunnels.

The figure, cloaked in shadows, slipped through a hidden entrance, his footsteps echoing off the cold stone walls. The cloak billowed behind him like a dark cloud, and his face remained hidden, obscured by the hood. The figure navigated the twisting passages with ease, his movements practiced and deliberate. He stopped before a large, ancient door adorned with symbols of darkness and power. The door creaked open, revealing a chamber lit by flickering torches.

Inside, a man sat on a throne-like chair, his face etched with the lines of countless years. His eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity, and his presence seemed to draw the very air out of the room. He was ancient, and his power was palpable. The cloaked figure approached, his footsteps echoing off the stone walls. "My king," the figure said, bowing his head, his voice low and gravelly.

King Ronan's gaze locked onto the figure, narrowing his eyes. "You have news?" The cloaked figure nodded. "The destined one has been found. She has not yet awakened her power, but the signs are unmistakable. My king, we must act quickly. Kill her before she meets her mate and awakens her power. If the prophecy begins to unfold, we'll be the ones to shape its course."

The king smiled, his eyes glinting with calculation. "Good, the time has arrived. But we can't kill her, for if we do, the prophecy will still take place and will choose another person. It's unavoidable, so it's better to manipulate it to unfold the way I want."

"The Lycans will think no one knows that the prophecy will activate when the destined mates meet, but I know. No one will imagine that I'm alive."

"Centuries ago, I was the king of the witch covens. It was one of our powerful witches who foresaw the prophecy. Since then, I started planning my fake death, and the world believed it. Since then, I have been planning and building my armies underground"

His eyes burned with ambition. "I want to be the ruler who rules the entire supernatural world. And since the prophecy has taken place, I have to let it unfold, but I have cursed her mate – he will despise his mate, and the prophecy needs their union. The lights in the underground chamber flickered out one by one. King Ronan vanished into the darkness, leaving behind only the echo of his words, "No matter what, I will be the one to rule." A plan was already moving into action for the Lycan and Davina.