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anyone deserves to be loved, it is you, my boy. I understand that your first loyalty is no longer to me and that while you would never betray me of your own will, your mates will come first, truth?”
    “Yes, truth, Sire,” Robin sighed. “Would you also wish to bond with this mate as deeply?” the king asked quietly. Robin finally raised his eyes and met mine. “My King, eventually I would like to bond as deeply with all of my mates. When they are ready. Dianthe was a special circumstance. I was afraid…” his voice caught.
    It was hardly fathomable the legendary Puck was afraid.
    “I was afraid that I would lose her to our wolf if I did not bind her. She was willing though.”
    The king laughed. “Even if she did not completely understand that which she was agreeing to?” with a wince Robin nodded.
    “Yes, it was,” he smiled then, “naughty of me.”
    The king threw back his head and roared with laughter. ”There is my Puck! I was worried you had disappeared under the guise of worried mate. Come both of you to the throne room and tell me of this adventure and what brings you here.” He turned to me once again. “I have been remiss, Kale of the wolves, I am Oberon, Lord of these lands, and I welcome you to my home.”
    We found ourselves walking the hallways once more. This time we were on our way to the throne room. The halls here had more tapestries hung but that was the only difference I could tell from the many others we had passed.
    I was in a situation in which I did not know how to respond. Being the Alpha meant that I was in command. Here I was not. At the pack house, there were set rules and behaviors in place and everyone knew their roles and how to play them.
    Here I was set adrift and not sure how to respond. The wolf in me felt as if it was backed into a corner and my natural response was to raise my hackles in defense. The man, however, understood that diplomacy was the best policy here.
    The problem again was I am the Alpha. It is almost impossible for me to defer to anyone. The fact Robin wanted me to submit to him was another story entirely. Thankfully, years of tiptoeing around my father would hopefully come in handy here. Hell, I didn’t even know what to call the Fae King.
    "Oberon," the male in question answered my silent diatribe. My head shot up and I looked sharply at the Fae King. "Call me Oberon," he continued, "there are so few who call me by name. It is," he paused looking for the correct wording, "nice to hear it spoken as my name and not whispered in fear. You are a king in your own right, Kale, it at least puts us on a somewhat equal footing. My Puck here has been known to call me by name upon occasion." He waved his hand at Robin and softness entered his eyes.
    "Even the lovers I take to my bed are not brave enough to call out my name in passion," Oberon sighed wearily. "Anyway," he straightened his shoulders and walked toward a set of giant double doors. Guards stood outside of them silently and as Oberon approached, they opened the doors quietly to expose the room beyond.
    Oberon threw a look over his shoulder and gave us a tight smile. "Come, boys, and join in the games."
    This would have been my version of hell if I had to live this day in and out. It was something out of a Victorian novel. The Throne room was just that. The room was long, I would have guessed at over a hundred feet. At the end sitting upon a dais stood a golden thrown. The closer we came, the more detailed it became. It was the epitome of ostentatious.
    The walls were golden and the ceilings shown with sparkling lights. The path to the throne lay carpeted in a rich blue runner trimmed in red.
    Along each side of the runner stood dozens of Fae, they were dressed in every color and style imaginable. From modern to ancient. However, all were in the finest materials and highly decorated to catch the eye.
    The women simpered and fluttered when Oberon passed, trying to catch the king's attention. Beside me,