Chapter 5

I was wide-eyed. The emerald-eyed Alpha is different from Alpha Zavier. He rushed to me and called me mate.

Butterflies were flying in my stomach, and I was sure my cheeks were red. I smiled to hold back the tears that wanted to come out.

"Why are you in this tent? Why are you sleeping on the hospital bed? What happened to you?" My mate made a worried face.

I blinked my eyes, my heart warmed and my eyes hot; he was someone who asked how I was beside my father.

"She's Elettra, Alpha," said the old woman. My mate turned to her. "We found her washed up on the sea, Alpha. Elettra doesn't seem to be from our pack." The old woman glanced at me briefly before looking back at Alpha. "Elettra hasn't answered my question where she's from."

"Luna." Alpha's brows knitted together, and his face turned serious. "She is my mate. You should call her Luna."

My jaw dropped, and I f