Chapter 3. Mate

Warning: Mature audience only. Contains mature language, sex, abuse, and violence.

Amos’s POV

I was welcoming our guests for the renewal treaty celebration when something kept tugging at my heart. Something was wrong. My wolf, Narcisse, was giving me a hard time, growling and snarling at me.

There are times he acts sick. He hates me, and I rejected our mate, but I can’t accept her as my mate, especially as my Luna. She killed my uncle.

‘In self-defense!’ Narcisse growls.

‘No one believes her,’ I retort.

My uncle was a bastard, but he was still my family. She could have dealt with the situation better than killing him in cold blood.

‘She was fucking thirteen years old! She had no control over her wolf, Amos. I can tell that her wolf is strong,’ he says, the last part proudly.

Indeed, my uncle had Alpha blood and was one of the strongest wolves, but she still bested him.

Anaiah Ross is not only the most beautiful girl in the pack, but even behind her dirty clothes, she can make any man bow to his knees. She is strong as well. She has endured so many hardships since she was a little girl.

‘She can make a fine Luna,’ Narcisse breathes.

‘Yes, not ours. We shall make Eunice our Luna as my parents want. Her parents are strong and have been our allies for years.’

Eunice is an entitled brat and a crying baby, but I have to be with her to strengthen my pack. She’s a good fuck, but mostly, when I fuck her or any other wolf, I picture Anaiah under me—her baby blue eyes, her long hair, and her round breasts. Her plump lips and beautiful face are enough to make me lose control like a teenager for the first time.

Damn, she’s the epitome of beauty. Just thinking about her makes my dick itch and harden in my jeans.

I excuse myself and go to my office. I call an Omega who is more than happy to come. She gets on her knees and takes my long, hard cock in her mouth and begins to move.

I let out growls of pleasure and hold the back of her neck, guiding her harder and faster.

“More, Anaiah,” I moan, and the Omega bobs her head faster. I groan as I release in her mouth. She swallows and gets to her feet, smiling and looking satisfied.

“Oh my Alpha, you are amazing, as usual,” she purrs.

I go to my desk and sit on my chair, leaning back and relaxing, when suddenly, I feel a sharp pain in my chest.

I groan and growl, and the Omega comes to me, worried, but I bare my sharp canines at her, and she staggers, falling on her side in fear.

“Get out,” I growl as the pain only intensifies.

‘WHAT IS GOING ON?’ I ask Narcisse.

He’s also in so much pain.

‘Our mate has accepted our rejection.’

‘NO!’ I roar.

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Unknown’s POV

I didn’t want to come to this poor excuse of a pack, but it was my duty as a Lycan King to attend, so I did.

The Dawnrise Pack isn’t the strongest or wealthiest, but they are doing well for themselves and have survived this far because of their alliances. However, the Alpha and Luna are not the most intelligent of the pack, but oh well, at least they are leading to the best of their abilities.

Once the celebration begins, they announce that they will pass down the Alpha title to their son, Amos.

He’s a strong wolf and might even be more capable of leading than his parents.

Amos walks on stage with a she-wolf by his side. She has a huge smile plastered on her face, and I assume she’s his Luna.

The outgoing Alpha briefly gives a speech. He acknowledges my presence, and people applaud.

Amos is then called on stage and says his vows.

“I, Amos Rivers, will lead this pack fairly and to the best of my abilities.”

He continues, and together they join their hands. The transfer of power is complete.

We applaud him, and the crowd cheers for their new Alpha. Everyone is dancing and clapping.

“Can we go already?” asks my Beta, Danford.

He also didn’t want to come.

“Not yet. We are leaving tomorrow. For now, just go and entertain yourself,” I shrug, getting a glass of champagne from one of the servers.

Danford scowls like a child, but it immediately goes away when he sees five girls batting their lashes and giggling at us.

He grins and looks at me.

“I think we should stick around, you know, as we can’t leave these pretty ladies in dire need of our company,” he says, winking at the ladies who blush profusely.

But I only turn away.

Danford is the biggest player in the world. Despite being twenty-four like me, he also hasn’t found his mate and has made it his life’s goal to whore around until he finds her.

But I, on the other hand, do have women to gratify my sexual desires, but only two or three, and there are no feelings attached whatsoever. I can only get attached to my mate and Luna—the woman I will love and the mother of my heirs.

I leave my Beta with his whores and interact with other prominent Alphas. They ask about the Lycan Pack and all, but I’m beginning to get bored, and my Lycan is getting agitated with every minute that passes.

‘Mate,’ Saga growls in my head, immediately getting on four paws.

‘Where?’

I could have sensed her the minute I saw or smelled her.

I frantically look around the party, but I can’t seem to find her. I rush out of the party to see the Alphas.

I need to know if all members of the pack are here.

I go straight to the Alpha’s office but don’t enter, as I hear moans of pleasure coming from there. So, I go to the former Alpha.

They are laughing and chatting with some other Alphas.

I march over to them.

“Has everyone in the pack attended the ceremony?” I all but growl at them.

They take a step back, and he wraps his arm around his mate.

Everyone present shudders at my Alpha aura, but I don’t care.

I need to find my mate now.

“Ye-yes... they are,” he stutters, not meeting my eyes.

“I don’t think so. My Lycan senses his counterpart, but I can’t find her, only the remnant of her scent.”

Luna hides in her husband’s chest at my anger, and it’s she who answers.

“Yes, my King, all the unmated females are here,” she cries, frustrated.

I growl, and the whole party goes silent.

I take a calming breath, but my blood boils when I feel someone trying to force themselves on my mate.

My eyes darken.

Saga takes over, and when he speaks, his domineering tone makes them all bow.

“I’M GOING TO KILL ALL OF YOU BASTARDS IF I DON’T FIND HER IN FIVE MINUTES!” I roar.

“My King, there are some females in the dungeon. They caused trouble, maybe she might be one of them,” cries a female.

I growl as I rush to the dungeon.

The guards there make way for me, and as I run, her intoxicating scent becomes more pungent and undeniably sweet.

I follow it, and her scream of panic grows stronger.

My blood is boiling.

When I reach the cell where she is, I tear the grill bars and step in.

The guards all freeze, looking at me with terror.

My eyes go to the floor where a frail girl is lying. Tears stream down her beautiful face, and her claws are out. She looks on the verge of passing out, and there is blood all over the floor.

A man is on top of her without a shirt.

I see red.

My Lycan wants the blood of the male who is straddling my soulmate and was clearly about to hurt her.

“Mate.”

As those words leave my mouth, the guards begin shaking in fear. They recognize who I am and are gaping, looking between us.

Saga wastes no time attacking, and within two minutes, they are lying lifeless on the ground.

I get on my knees, removing the hair that was covering her face.

She lazily looks at me, her beautiful blue eyes lifeless.

When I carry her, she weighs nothing. She looks extremely underweight and pale.

“What did they do to you?” I mutter, kissing her forehead.

She slowly raises her hand to touch my clean chin, then drops it again before darkness envelopes her.

Someone needs to pay for this.