"Milan, meet Alaska Ivanov. Miss Ivanov, this is Milan Gabriel. The werewolf queen," Arian introduced.

"Sure," I laughed.

Isn't a queen supposed to wear a twenty million gown that weigh more than the fucking planet? This girl's clothes just look a few bucks more than my own.

"Hey, I am a queen!" She laughed too, shaking her head. I looked at Arian and realised that he was serious. Well,shit. Now I'm an idiot for talking to the queen like that. I don't think I've come across a werewolf yet.

Are werewolves better than vampires?

Edward v/s Jacob?

Screw that. Damon Salvatore all the way.

"Excuse me, ladies, I need to take this call." Arian excused himself, leaving me alone with the queen. This is awkward. Am I supposed to bow down? She's really pretty. I wonder if her husband is hot. Ugh no, he's married.

Shut up, Ally.

"I should go," I said, trying to sound like I actually have something impressive to do. My to-do list for today only includes watching Grey's Anatomy and reruns of House. I mean, watching hot guys is better than going out and pretending to like everyone.

Plus, I could become a doctor with the amount of knowledge that I've gained from these shows.

"Please give me some company in this boring-as-hell palace," she groaned. I shrugged and decided to stay. I'll pretend to get sick and go home if I get bored. Damn it, I need to improve my social skills. "Let's go to the library," she said, dragging me out of the kitchen.

The palace guards bowed at her as we passed. Yeah, they didn't even look at me. Screw them, I don't like them either. "So are you visiting or something?" I asked, trying to sound cool. I'm a nerd. I don't have friends so I don't have to think of topics to talk about. The only friends that I can actually count are Ross, Rachel, Joey, Chandler, Monica and Phoebe.

"Nah I ran away."

I looked at her with wide eyes. Who runs away from a fucking castle? "Not exactly. Elliot probably knows I'm here. I've been looking for Adrian for a long time. He's my husband's best friend," she said, "So you and Arian, huh?"

She gave me the creepy I-just-saw-you-naked smile.

"Serial killers aren't really my type," I chuckled. She frowned at me. Oops. I don't think she knows that Arian kills innocent people. Aaah I should have just stood awkwardly instead of deciding to speak!

"You do know that he's just messing with you, right?" She raised an eyebrow.

Say what?

"Umm he just killed my favourite baker in front of me a few weeks back," I mumbled. She face-palmed. Oh my god, she hates me. "Sweetheart, I've heard all about that sick bastard from Adrian," she smiled.

"He'd been masturbating and releasing into the cake batter," she said awkwardly.

WHAT?

"And he'd offer free cakes to young girls like yourself. It's sick, I know. That's why Arian lost his temper and killed him."

KILL ME ALREADY.

So I indirectly tasted the baker's seed? Fuck. Take me to church, drown me in holy water and bury me. Then it hit me. Arian was just protecting his town. He isn't bad. Maybe all his kills are justified. I called him a monster without knowing the truth. He was the good guy all along.

"I feel horrible." I pouted.

Milan laughed. "You shouldn't. Arian didn't mind. But I can tell that there's something going on between the two of you. You look at each other the way I look at Chuck. OMG I mean Elliot! I swear I'm not having an affair or anything," she laughed nervously. "I've been watching a lot of Gossip Girl lately," she mumbled shamefully.

"I love that show! Team Blair all the way!" I giggled.

"Omg NAW Team Serena for life. But I think I'm on team Alarian for now," she smirked. I frowned. What's Alarian? Is it some new band that I haven't heard of? She wiggled her eyebrows and let me think for myself. Oh.

Alaska+ Arian= Alarian.

I blushed. "I do not like him! I-It's just complicated. I mean, I don't know. I don't want to like him. I don't believe in love anyway!" I stupidly defended myself. It's true, I don't want myself to expect someone to love me unconditionally only to have my heart shattered into pieces.

"Oh, but it does exist!" Milan sighed dreamily, thinking of her mate. "The moment you meet the man of your dreams, you'll know it. You'll feel incomplete and start craving to be around the person. At the same time, you'll do everything to avoid that guy," she smiled knowingly.

Well shit, I go through that all the time.

"I don't know about all that but the weird thing is that every time Arian touches me, I feel like current is passing through my body," I murmured, "Well excluding the ion current which already exists in the body."

Great, now I sound like a nerd.

"You feel sparks?" She asked surprisedly, a wide grin taking over her face.

"Yeah, so?" I asked awkwardly.

"He's your mate!" She screamed excitedly. My heart stopped beating. Metaphorically speaking, obviously. Arian? Mate? Mine? "That's nonsense. He would've told me," I laughed. But deep down I wondered if he had known all this time but he didn't tell me because he didn't want me.

"Arian never paid attention to anything related to mates because of what happened to his parents," she pointed out. Hmm, fair enough. "You're going to be a queen! Queen Alaska! You should go and tell Arian!" She squealed.

I doubt my mother was so happy when she gave birth to me.

"Just think about him, Alaska. That sexy beast with jet black hair, icy blue eyes and fair skin will be all yours once those words leave your lips," she smirked. I blushed thinking about Arian. He was indubitably handsome but that's not what attracted me towards him.

It's the way he smirks when he's about to do something evil, the way his eyes change colour based on his emotions, the way he finds new ways to trap me only to hand me the key to my freedom. I like Arian Ice.

Fuck, I like him.

I like the King of Deltora.

Talk about having high standards.

I'm so screwed.

When I like a guy, I really like him. As in like I can't stop thinking about him all day and my mind makes up fantasies of our future together like our first kiss, marriage, children and even fights. Thinking of waking up next to Arian every morning seems to make me very happy.

I like him, don't I?

The mere thought of him looking at me the way Damon looks at Elena makes my stomach churn in excitement. I walk over to the window. Looking out and daydreaming has its own charms.

Coincidentally, Arian was out in the garden, speaking to someone on his phone. His eyebrows were knit together in concentration. Out of no where, a small boy banged into Arian and knocked his phone onto the floor. I bit my lip, thinking that he'd yell at the boy but instead Arian ruffled the guys hair and smiled at him. Ice turned around and looked on top, our gaze meeting. He smirked making me blush.

Damn it, Ally, flirt with him!

I showed him the middle finger.

Yep, I'm the most affectionate person you'll ever come across.

..............

"So what exactly do mates do?" I asked shyly, hiding a smile trying to escape my lips. I don't know what I did to deserve a soulmate but I'm eternally grateful to the goddess. Milan smirked mischievously. Adrian had joined us and started coming up with stupid situations that I'd have to deal with.

"A lot of sex," Adrian pointed out smugly.

"And babieeees!" Milan giggled childishly.

"I hate you guys," I pouted. I don't even know how to kiss a guy! I should practice. You tube maybe? Adrian burst out laughing. Right, he can hear my thoughts. Excuse me, I'm just gonna go and jump off a cliff.

"Welcome to kissing 101," Adrian and Milan said in unison. I swear I've never felt so awkward in my entire life. Not even when I flashed a guy when I was a teen because I was too stubborn to sit like a lady. I got called Miss White Panties for an entire year.

"The first thing that you need to do is to make him make the first move. All you have to do is look at him intensely and then move your gaze to his lips. And voilà, you'll be making out with the King of Vampires," Milan grinned.

"Let it be slow at first and then kiss him hungrily and maybe even bite his lip. Now mind you, when I say bite his lip I mean it in the gentlest way possible. Don't try and pull his lip off his face," Adrian teased, fully knowing that I was capable of doing something stupid like that.

"And put on some lip balm," Milan added.

I stared at them blankly. How many people have these two made out with? I smiled thinking of seducing Ice. How can an awkward potato trick a cucumber into making out with it? Milan dragged me into her room and through a dress at me. Turns out, you're supposed to look presentable when you go to confess your feelings for a guy.

As if I never knew that.

I slipped on the pastel blue dress with a white collar that Milan had lent me. She even tried convincing me to opt for heels but I refused to fall in front of the person that I'm supposed to spend my entire life with. We finally settled on white sandals.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was makeup free except for the eyeliner and lip balm that I had on. And anyway, eyeliner is a girl's birthright, right? Oh my gosh, he's going to reject me. What will I do then? I should stop talking to him. Maybe I can just go home and sleep right now rather than making a fool out of myself.

"Alaska Ivanov, if you're going down, you better go down in style!" Adrian lectured.

.................

................

"Here goes nothing," I murmured softly before pushing open the door to Ice's office. Knocking twice didn't get the door open for me. My smile faltered when I saw a girl hugging the life out of my supposed-to-be mate. It sucks when everything is given to you only to be taken away.

I sniffled softly, making Arian turn it's attention to me. I smiled awkwardly and walked out of the office. "Alaska!" He called after me but I didn't stop even though it was the first time he actually called me by my name.

Guys suck.

Period.

I bumped into someone on the way. "Woah, who stole your candy?" Avian teased although worry was evident in his eyes. My tear-filled eyes met his violet orbs. I looked at him, praying that he would leave me and my misery alone . Of course, the world isn't a wish granting factory.

It's at times like this that I hate John Green and Veronica Roth for making me believe that good guys do exist.

An hour later, I was sitting at the bar, talking to the bartender since dancing isn't really my thing. I feel awkward to move my body like a gummy bear. Avian was dancing with some blonde chick he met a few minutes ago. "So Dave, when are you going to ask me out? It's been like twenty minutes," I grumbled childishly.

"You wanna go out with me?" He grinned sheepishly.

"Maybe," I giggled.

"How about you come to my apartment and I'll take you to another world within minutes."

"How about I take you back to my apartment and send you out of this world?" A husky voice came from behind me.

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: I've changed the entire plot since I suck at writing suspense stuff

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I prefer writing in Alaska's point of view. Do you guys prefer her p.o.v or the third person's p.o.v?

Also, sorry for the delay!

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