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I Can't Be Mated to Him

I Can't Be Mated to Him

ID Johnson

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The morning after the Haze, I open my eyes expecting to see the love of my life, my fated mate. Instead, I see... HIM! "This can't be happening!" *** Would you rather live in a world where the impossible is possible or the possible is impossible? Blanca faces an uncertain future when she finds she's mated to the one man she never thought could be her mate. If Kieran is her mate, then her entire life is a lie. Since she's been abused her whole life, that might be a good thing. But this is... wrong on so many levels. Will Blanca find out the truth about her real identity--or be banished from her pack forever? If you like love with a twist, give this one a chance--don't quit too soon, or you'll never find out Blanca's secret!

Chapter 1 Little Raven

*Blanca*

I trail my fingertips along the rough stone wall of the dungeon as I walk briskly along, keeping my shoulders hunched and my head down. In my other hand, I carry a bucket of water and a ladle. Down here, I should be safe from the ridicule I face on the upper levels of the castle, but occasionally, a guard or two will mess with me. It's easier to avoid them if I'm invisible.

When I was a little girl, I got it into my head that not looking at people somehow made them unable to see me. Now, I know better. Yet, I still find myself staring at my holey boots most of the time.

When I reach the first cell, I pause. "Water?" I offer the man caged inside of the small space the ladle. This cell has no windows, and it's hard to see because the light from the few lanterns on the walls only reaches so far. But I know his face. I know his name. I know his story.

I know all of their stories.

He comes over and takes the ladle, drinking thirstily before I refill it, and he empties it again. "You're an angel," he whispers.

"You're welcome, Clive." I smile at him, glad to be appreciated, even if it is by alleged murderers and thieves, and then move to the next cell.

I make my way as quickly as I can, hoping to make it to every cell before I'm discovered and hauled back up the stairs. My parents have forbidden me to come down here, but I do it anyway. I've seen the slop and dirty water these poor people are given, and I can't stand the thought of them suffering for a drink when I can help them. If there was ever such a thing as a trial in all of the kingdom of Dun's Crossing, perhaps I wouldn't feel so inclined to help, but in my mind, it should be innocent until proven guilty, not the other way around.

I move to one of the cells that has a window and pause to watch the man inside. Tall, with dark hair the same shade as my own, this prisoner has always been my favorite. When he makes a low humming sound in the back of his throat, several large black birds move to perch between the bars of the small opening high in the ceiling. I can never tell if they are ravens or crows, but their shimmering blue-black feathers are beautiful to me.

"Water?" I ask, like I always do.

He turns to look at me, an amused expression on his face as he saunters over. His long black tunic and pants are filthy and torn, but he looks majestic anyway, like he would be better suited for a wizard's study or a throne room than a dirty dungeon beneath Wilbury Castle.

"Still playing fast and loose with the rules, huh, Princess?" he asks as he takes the ladle from my hand.

I shrug. "If I get in trouble, it wouldn't be the first time, Mr. Blake."

"How many times have I told you not to call me mister? You're a princess and I'm–"

"What are you exactly?" I interrupt him. I've never been brave enough to ask the question of him. Unlike the others, his story is hazy in my mind because he doesn't want to tell it. I tend not to speak to anyone when it can be avoided. While Mr. Blake has always made me feel comfortable, I've never asked that burning question. I'm not sure what makes me ask it today. Yet, here it is, falling from my lips.

Rather than offering me a suitable answer, he chuckles and finishes the water from the ladle. "I am a prisoner."

"Yes, I know that." I practically roll my eyes, but I don't. Mother slaps me in the face when I do that. "I mean...." I gesture at the birds that are still sitting on the window ledge, patiently waiting for his attention. "What are you?"

"Some say I'm a madman," he begins, dipping the ladle back in and taking another drink before he continues. "Others say I'm a murderer. Or a magician. The king thinks that I'm his arch nemesis."

"But why?" I ask. "Why are you here?"

"Why are any of us here, my little raven?" He reaches up and tugs a strand of my hair the way a father might a beloved daughter. I smile up at him, wishing my own father would take such an interest in me. "Your king spoke the words, and now here I am. And here I shall be until he says otherwise."

I want to tell him that when I am queen, I will release him, but we both know I'll never have a chance to rule Dun's Crossing. That honor will fall to Prince Kieran.

Even thinking of him makes my stomach tighten up. The high and mighty Kieran–Crown Prince of Dun's Crossing. Tall, muscular, and handsome, with white-blond hair like the rest of the royal family. All the women want to be his mate, his bride. If they knew the truth–that he is mean, viscous, and cruel, they would gather their skirts and run.

He also happens to be my twin brother, but no one would ever guess that to look at us. And he treats me like he thinks I belong down here with the very prisoners I do my best to help.

"I wish I could let you out," I whisper.

Mr. Blake reaches through the bars and pats my cheek. "You're a good girl, little raven." He always calls me that, probably because of my black hair.

I open my mouth to thank him, but I don't get the words out before I hear footsteps pounding toward us and look over to see my brother coming toward us in a rage, his icy tresses flowing out around his shoulders as he rushes over. "There you are, you worthless filth. Father has us all searching the whole damn castle for you. Get your ass upstairs to the throne room now, you little bitch."

For just a moment, as I stare into his light blue eyes, I wish one of those birds on the windowsill would fly over and poke his eye out. It's a flash of a thought, one I'd feel embarrassed to admit I've ever had in my life. He is my brother, after all, and I shouldn't be so cruel to him just because he hates me.

But before I can even open my mouth to tell him I'll come along with him, I see a flash of black and blue careening toward him. Kieran raises his hands to protect himself as one of the birds comes flying at his face, squawking, raising its talons, and aiming directly for his eye!

"No!" I shout. Kieran swings at the bird, cursing and trying to knock it away. I cover my mouth in horror as blood drips from my brother's face.

Mr. Blake makes that sound in the back of his throat, and the bird immediately flies back through the bars. Kieran stands there for a second, one hand pressed to his face, blood dripping down his arm.

"Are you okay?" I move to help him, but he swats at me, pushing me away.

"Leave me the fuck alone!" he says. "You stupid bitch! And you!" He turns toward Mr. Blake, one hand still pressed to his injured eye. "You did that, didn't you, you psychotic asshole!"

"I'm sorry, Prince Kieran, but I can't take credit for that," Mr. Blake says calmly. "I wish I could."

"You fucking jackass. You're going to pay for this. Guards, give him fifty lashes!" Kieran shouts as he turns to walk back upstairs. I see some guards moving in Mr. Blake's direction.

Turning to him, tears prickle in my eyes. "No!"

"It's all right, little raven," he assures me. "I will live to see you another day."

My mouth drops open as the guards brush by me. I hear Kieran shouting for me near the stairwell and remember that my father has called for me. If I don't go now, I'll end up getting a beating myself. "I'm sorry," I tell him.

He says, "Don't be. It's not your fault."

The guards grab him and drag him to the back of his cell, and I have to go. I can't stand here and watch them beat him for something he didn't do.

One thought burns in my mind as I follow my brother up the stairs, his crimson droplets of blood on every other step: I hate Prince Kieran Solberg with all of my being.

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I Can't Be Mated to Him
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Chapter 1 Little Raven

24/04/2024

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Chapter 2 It's Coming

24/04/2024

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Chapter 3 She's a Witch

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Chapter 4 Beyond the Blackness

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Chapter 5 The Haze Descends

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Chapter 6 Cutting Through the Haze

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Chapter 7 The Moon Goddess was Wrong

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Chapter 8 The Deal

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Chapter 9 She's My Mate

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Chapter 10 Oh, the Impossibilities!

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Chapter 11 Murder of Crows

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Chapter 12 Such Devoted Sisters

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Chapter 13 Mind Games

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Chapter 14 Separate and Unequal

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Chapter 15 Secrets and Lies

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Chapter 16 Just the Voices in My Head

03/05/2024

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Chapter 17 Victory's Spoils

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Chapter 18 Stepping In It

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Chapter 19 I Don't Think We're Related

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Chapter 20 Run Into the Night

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Chapter 21 Cover Your Tracks

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Chapter 22 Who's Your Daddy

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Chapter 23 The Scent of Danger

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Chapter 24 The History of the World

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Chapter 25 Skin to Skin

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Chapter 26 No Longer Hazy

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Chapter 27 Kingdom of Ashes

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Chapter 28 Someone True

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Chapter 29 What's in a Name

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Chapter 30 Wrapped Up in Love

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Chapter 31 Admission

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Chapter 32 Mother Knows

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Chapter 33 The Ceremony

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Chapter 34 Honeymoon

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Chapter 35 What I Must Do

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Chapter 36 Close Encounters

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Chapter 37 One Problem Down

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Chapter 38 New Friends

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Chapter 39 Old Wounds

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Chapter 40 Complications

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