The Alpha's Fate

"It's not going to work," I muttered as I drew back another sharp breath. "Don't—say—never," my mother said while she pulled back the sides of the golden dress that almost fit my naturally wide hips. If I sucked in anymore, I'd faint before making it to the mating ritual. On second thought, that might not be such a bad idea. "Mom, if I can't fit—" "Hold on—almost got it…" I felt one final jerk, pulling my arms back and curving my spine before I heard a clasp connect and the zipper slide right up the seam. "I told you I'd get it." My mother smirked as she stood up straight and blew a loose crimson curl out of her face. She took a step back to admire her work and covered her mouth with her hands at the same time, the sides of her silver eyes turned upwards. "Oh, Nia, it looks better than I imagined."I swore once she finally closed the loop on the back of the dress, it would prove to be too small and unflatteringly emphasize every curvature of my body. But instead, when I li

There was nothing. No one spoke—everything was still. I strained my hearing to try and pick up anything, but it was as if they had both just vanished into thin air. I took a step closer to see if I could see any more movement in the crack, and it was when I lifted my foot for one more step that a secondary one crossed the frame. "What do you mean 'kill you'? What is it?" My father's voice carried on as he moved past the door and set what sounded like a mug down on his desk. Leo cleared his throat. "My father wasn't a bad man. He just…did a lot of things a lot of people didn't agree with, and in his own way, was very protective of his pack." Leo paused, seemingly waiting for a response from my father, but when it didn't come, he continued. "Before he took over from my grandfather, and after your falling out, he experienced a lot of hardship. As you know, my grandfather wasn't the kindest father figure, and during his training…well, my father, to put it lightly, was emotionally

After Leo left, I took a minute to regain myself and then snuck out of the building in the same manner I had gotten in. When I returned to the festivities, everyone was still in full swing, moving their bodies in tandem with the music—new and old mates alike. I leaned against one of the pavilion pillars and smiled. It was a beautiful sight to see and I felt my wolf whine at the desire for that to be me and Leo. But as soon as the thought popped into my head, I shook it free. Keep focused. This is Leo I was talking about. The same Leo who, when I was 4 years old, chased me around the forest grounds at full speed just to incite fear. The same Leo who, once I turned 12, read my journal out loud to all of the children of Bloodmoon Pack detailing all of my private secrets, including the crush I had on one of his friends. That was Leo. The obnoxious, self-centered, egotistical b*stard that made growing up even harder than it needed to be. Not the one who stood in front of me, toned, and

Fog scattered around my feet as I trudged through an empty forest. It was dark, and I couldn't see anything in front of me. I looked down to see I was in wolf form. Although it wasn't my coat colour. When transformed, I was a regal dark chocolate brown, similar to my natural hair colour. But this wolf was white. I'd never seen a white wolf before. I lifted my nose and sniffed the air, hoping to catch a scent to lead me in a specific direction. Except there was nothing. I moved forward cautiously, feeling the twigs and rocks underneath my paws, praying that I wouldn't run headlong into anything. Finally, I saw something dark in the distance. I moved ahead, keeping my senses heightened for any unknown sounds or smells. Eventually, the darkness grew, and the fog dissipated, and I was standing directly in the entrance to a deep cavern. I looked up to see what it was attached to, but the fog was too thick above me. I then looked back into the eye of the cave. A strong emotion presen

I couldn't believe that this was happening. That I was letting it happen. Leo Mortenson was about to kiss me and I wasn't stopping it. Was I delusional? Crazy? Most likely. And yet, I didn't care. He was getting dangerously close. Whatever hatred we held was no match for a mate pull, and by Goddess, was it pulling."Leo–" I started, my eyes not breaking from his lips. His beautiful, plump—Quickly, a snapping noise came from the forest, jerking both of our heads toward it. Leo stood and stared into the woods, waiting for someone to approach. Then another sound resounded, and he leaned forward, as if on guard."What is it?" I whispered, my senses on high alert. No one ever came this far into the woods, and we both knew it. Leo listened, and then sniffed the air. "I'm not getting anything. I'm going to check it out. Stay here," he instructed. "What? No. No way. I'm not waiting around for someone to attack," I stated, standing and wiping the grass off my jeans. "I'm coming with