Teacher’s Student Mate

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“Stop jumping like a ‘Jack in a Box’, child”, the former Dean lightly admonished her pregnant grandson who was in a jubilant mood and was having a hard time in staying still as she helped him with the brooch on his royal red robe.

Kai fixed his similar looking red robe too with a grin and couldn’t help but marvel at the commendable work of the vampiric team of tailors, who had stitched the exactly same royally flowing robe without fault, bordered with gold for Zeke and prepared the exact same, golden brooch, shaped similar to that of the royal insignia like Kai’s, in record time.

“I am just so happy”, Zeke sighed. “I got pregnant, got my mate’s d*ck just hours before the wedding, proposed to each other and now we are going to become man and husband in less than an hour !”, he chirped.

“I am pretty sure you messed up the order, bro”, Kai murmured under his breath and was met with a dangerous glare from his cousin who heard him quite well and so did the elder lady who giggled.

“Silly child”, their grandmother chuckled while softly hitting Zeke’s head.

“Grams !”, Zeke wailed. “Not you too”, he childishly pouted. He was so spoilt by her in a few day’s time only.

“Well I hope you don’t go on a date after getting married”, she teased and Zeke gasped while Kai chortled, making the old but energetic lady stop whatever she was doing midway. “No way ! Don’t tell me you guys never dated before mating !!”, she exclaimed, almost horrified that her joke turned out to be true.

“If we don’t count the hospital visits and going to the uni together then …. umm yeah !”, Zeke sheepishly replied.

“You, kiddo”, she exasperately replied. ” …. are going to learn the proper order of dating to marrying to mating to getting pregnant from me and let anyone but you and your doofus mate teach the right way of dating to your kids !”, she mock scolded him. She really was the mistress of pulling other’s legs afterall.

“Yes Ma’am !”, he saluted without thinking and Zeke’s pink face immediately turned the matching colour of deep red to his robes.

We, on the other hand, couldn’t help laughing at him when he tried to hide himself between his hands.

“I hate you guys !”, he murmured but allowed himself to be engulfed in our Grandma’s loving hug which soon turned into a group one.

Dominic’s POV

“Dominic ! Dominic ! Domi- …. There you are ! You naughty child !! Always making me run here and there, even on your wedding day”, the Tribal Queen chided when she finally found me climbing back through the window of my room, red handed.

At first, I was shocked to see her there but then I remembered and turned away my face so that she did not see it.

However, it was too late as the Mother Queen already saw what I intended to hide.

“You went to visit her, didn’t you ?”, her voice softened as she cupped my face to wipe off the tears streaming down them again.

“Yes”, I whispered, my throat choking up.

She hugged me and let me break down while I clung to her.

“Your mother must be so proud of you. You protected your people well, brought justice to her killers and are finally, marrying your mates who are so loving, while upholding all traditions. What more can a mother ask for …. except for her naughty son to stop sneaking away without informing me. I was so worried !”, the emotional, petite woman suddenly turned into a devil and twisted my ears by the end of the sentence.

“Ah ! Ah ! My ears. Somebody help !! This crazy woman is hurting me. Someone call 911”, I screamed but only heard my guards laughing outside my room.

These rascals.

Is this what I pay them for ?

Ughhhhh.

“You, Dominic Kent, are going to stop making me worry to death just a few hours before the wedding. I am already graying faster because of you (What the hell ?! That is called aging but I knew better to stay mum) Any more disappearing acts and I will take you to the aisle by your ears. Understood ?”, she threatened and I gulped loudly before nodding frantically.

I swear I felt my burning, red ears try to nod too, frightened of her already.

“Good. Now I came here to give you these. It is a tradition to pass over the wedding robes of your ancestors to the next generation. The Tribal King and I never had a child”, her voice went decibels lower on reliving the pain of being childless. I felt bad for her and slipped her hand between mine and gave it a gentle squeeze to silently tell her that I was hers only.

Smiling at our clasped hands, she continued after a sniff to reign back control over her emotions, “However, we have always treated you as our own. Hence, we would like to present you with these robes”, she stated and lifted off the beautiful velvet cloth to reveal the aforementioned robes.

She further explained, “Violet has always been a forbidden colour for the common people since ancient times. Only the royals were allowed to wear it. Hence, these robes not only depict royalty but absolute power too. Through this piece of fabric, your foster father and I are passing on the Kingdom of Tribals all over the continent to you. You will be our heir once you adorn them and I know you and your mates will bring prosperity to the tribal world with your just rule”, she elucidated and suddenly she was back to being nervous before giving her concluding statement.

“So will you accept our gift, son ?”, she softly asked, her voice shaking a bit.

“You call me son and raise me one as your own, and even then you doubt me if I shall be filial enough to accept something given with so much love ? Ofcourse, I accept, Mom !”, I answered and my ears were once again a victim when the crazy woman squealed near them and choked me with her hugs.

In her excitement, she almost lifted me from the ground but then suddenly dropped me so that I fell on my ass.

“Ouch ! What did I do know ?”, I whined while rubbing my throbbing butting.

“Dominic Kent”, oh God, not the full name again. “Are you not wearing anything underneath that robe ?! I felt something brush against me !!”, she ranted with raised eyebrows.

Oops busted.

I was about to go commando at the wedding, or rather for the wedding night.

Why waste time in wearing something that was not important and would be torn away anyway ?

It would only halt the process if you know what I mean. Wink, wink.

“I don’t have anymore clean underwear”, I lied and the Queen rolled her eyes before heading towards my closet.

No, no, no !

“Mom no ! You can’t go there. There is something called as privacy !!”, I tried to stop her but a new and clean underwear was already smacking me on the face before I could stop her.

Dammit.

“Exactly. There is something called as privacy !”, she chided. “Everyone will see your willy through those thin robes”, she admonished and my eyes went wide before I hurriedly picked the traditional cloth in question to see for myself.

“Hell no ! I ain’t wearing something so see through”, I blurted out and totally forgot about the frowning villain of my victim ears. Ouch.

“AAAAHHHHH”

With ears throbbing like the red siren of a fire engine, I glared back at the Tribal Queen and asked her, “Why would anyone make robes meant for the royalty like Kim Kardashian’s dress ?!”

“Like father, like son”, she rolled her eyes before grabbing back the robe from my hands. “I am starting to think that you picked up the old man’s foolishness rather than going after me …. “, she huffed and kept her ranting monologue on about me and her husband with “colourful” words, while she draped the thin robe around my body with remarkable skill.

Once I saw myself in the mirror, I could not help myself from admiring my own damn body !

“Oh fuck ! Who is that gorgeous hunk, huh ?”, I silently said to my reflection in the mirror with a smirk.

Strategic places were covered with multiple folds running across them while my pectoral muscles and shoulders looked strong and chiseled under the thin cloth.

The robe gave a generous peak to my chest but covered enough to keep the mystery underneath going.

The royal colour of the dark hue of violet robe, made my overall appearance look regal and when I saw my foster mother let in a host of people to do my hair and make up, I knew my mates were going to be in trouble when they saw me. Haha.

I couldn’t wait to see the look on their faces !