Chapter 214

Once the banner was up, I sat back down to find Rowan was just getting to the point. I watched Brandon out of the corner of my eye, but he seemed like he settled down, thankfully.

“What are you saying, my king?” One of the reporters was frustrated at his long-winded explanation. You could see it in her face. The girls giggled.

“What?” I turned to them and Micca leaned over.

“The reporter knows what the announcement is, but she can’t say anything until Rowan says the words. She is frustrated.”

I turned back to my phone. “Who is she?”

“I can’t remember her name, but she is always at these press conferences. Look.” Micca nodded towards her phone. “Every time she is on the screen, her face is full of need. She has wanted the king since he first came into power and she was new on the circuit.”

“Ew.” He was a child.

“Yupp.” Micca popped the ending 'p' of the word. “My mom said this woman has made it her mission to get the King to react to her, but he never does.”

Rowan glowered at the reporter, but then smiled. “I guess what I am trying to say is that the council thinks the time has come for me to start the process of selecting a mate.” The room erupted. Rowan raised his hands, shouting “Calm down. Let me explain.” But even that wasn’t enough to curb the hungry wolves at his feet. “Enough.” Even through the screen, I could feel his power, which was insane. “Now let me explain what this means.” The room grew quiet and people who had surged to their feet settled back into their chairs. “We have an application form that anyone can fill out. I will say that while I won’t specifically say males can’t fill out the form, I am a straight male, so take that as you will.” He smiled and my heart stuttered. “Once you fill out the form, you can send it to the official council emails. Those of you lucky enough to have my email can also send it there and I will print it out myself.”

“What is the process?” Someone shouted out.

“What is the age limit?” Another shouted.

“There is no age limit. Any and every single wolf can apply. We will keep applications open for two days, so make sure you complete it right away. The form went up last night and you can send it in as fast as you can fill it in. But please only one. Once we have closed the application process, the council and I will go through all of them. We will select the most promising wolves, and then I will reach out to the specific wolf and make an appointment.

One of the councilmen came to the stage and smiled. His face was full of triumph and I wanted to smack it off his face. “What the King means is he will make a date with the top wolves.” Rowan glared at the man until he backed off.

“No. I meant an appointment. I want to get the feel of the wolf before I agree to go out on a date with them. But once that happens, I will date the wolves and weed them down until I have selected the top contenders.”

“What happens then?” The first reporter was nearly salivating at just the thought of having a date. “Well, it honestly depends.” Rowan smiled. “I haven’t gotten that far because there is still a chance that in this pool of wolves, I might find my actual goddess-given mate, and if that happens, then the contest ends there.”

I could see the anger on the council’s face, but what did they expect? “Wait, so if you find your goddess-given mate, then the rest of the girls just go home?”

Rowan laughed. “Of course. Like any wolf, I want to find my mate, the one the goddess herself blessed me with. With her, then I wouldn’t need a selected mate because I have found my heart’s song.” Rowan shook his head as if it was a stupid question. And it was. Why would a wolf choose a mate when his true mate was found?

The same councilman stepped back onto the stage and I could see the vein pulse on Rowan’s face. “The odds are not in the King’s favor, unfortunately.” Rowan turned to glare at him. “Lycan's usually mate with other Lycan’s and sadly, he is the last of his kind, so there is a good chance that he will select his mate in the next coming months.” Rowan growled, and the councilman stumbled away.

“The odds aren’t in my favor, sure I will agree with that, but the councilman keeps forgetting that Lycans mate, whoever the goddess gives them, wolf or Lycan. But I will keep to my word, and the process will begin in the next coming months.” Rowan turned back to the councilman with hatred on his face. “That is all for today.” Then he walked off the stage.