After talking with the prisoner, Harper entered the kitchen to find her father by the table. He lifted his coffee cup in a greeting and smiled at his beautiful daughter.
"Good morning."
Harper smiled back. "Good morning."
"I have good news," her father told her. "I've arranged for a ball to happen on your birthday, and the Moon pack's alpha will send his three sons for you to pick and choose from."
Still smiling, Harper sat down by the table. Her father had already prepared her coffee, knowing she woke around this time.
"And they all have alpha potential?" Not that Harper cared. She didn't want to marry a man who wasn't her mate. It was what her father wanted, but her heart yearned for true love.
Her father arched an eyebrow. "Why do you sound so sad? I thought you wanted to give up your future alpha position."
"I do, and I don't," Harper admitted. "I want to finish studying at the university in the human world, but I also care about my pack. If my future husband is a bad person, it would be terrible for the future of our pack."
Harper had always been good-hearted. Her mother had praised her for it, while her father deemed that quality worthless.
"Good thing you have three men to choose from then," her father gave her a brief smile before it suddenly faltered. "The Comet pack has threatened to attack us yet again. Liam, their alpha, is very interested in the portal."
Harper slurped on her coffee. "Does Liam have more men than us?"
"Not yet."
"Good," Harper smiled even though her stomach felt like it had been filled with lead. She knew Liam's pack was growing. "I better hurry and find myself a husband so I'm on equal grounds with Liam. Or at the very least, so we are protected by another alpha."
"Agreed," Her father raised a cup to her words. "A mated werewolf is stronger than a lone wolf. I know you want to find your mate, but sadly, we don't have time for that if we wish to save our kingdom."
"I understand."
"I know you do because you're an intelligent girl."
Harper smiled but frowned when images of that handsome man from her dreams clouded her mind. This time he was sulking and seemed to openly judge her. It made her heart shatter because she knew what the moon goddess wanted.
Harper's true mate was out there somewhere, and the moon goddess was trying to make her find him. But even if Harper had the option to listen to the moon goddess's request, she didn't know where to look.
Her mate could be anywhere. Harper didn't even know what species her mate belonged to. She hoped for the man to be another werewolf, but the face in her dreams was far too beautiful.
Werewolves were usually rugged and heavy. Harper's kind bred strong men, and even though her mate seemed incredibly muscular, he was more lean than swollen. And his facial features were too delicate and prominent for a werewolf.
Could her mate be a vampire?
Harper continued sipping on her coffee. Her thoughts were all over the place, and so was her heart. She wanted to make her father proud by marrying a man from the Moon pack, but at the same time, her heart yearned for true love.
"Could we wait with the ball?"
Harper's father nearly choked on his coffee. "What do you mean wait?"
There was a heavy sigh. "After I've turned eighteen, I want to be given a little time to search for my mate. A week would be fine."
"Are you crazy?" Her father scoffed, rolling his eyes at his daughter's selfish request. "You know that Liam is dangerous, and you have to be mated to stand up to him!"
"But—"
"THERE WILL BE NO BUTS!" Crazed eyes met hers. "You've been spoiled rotten enough. I've never heard of another alpha's daughter being as soft as you, and now you wish to find true love? You have duties, Harper!"
Her lips quivered, yet her father continued.
"From early on, you've taken home injured animals, dogs, cats, and fucking birds—that is not the way of an alpha!"
Frustration built up within Harper. "Well, maybe I don't want to be the next alpha!"
Silence fell, but it was the scary kind. The calm before the storm, and Harper knew she was in trouble. Darkness was moving over her father's features, and his lips quirked into a cruel smile.
"Did you just say you don't want to be the next alpha?" Her father scrutinized her, disgust in his gaze. He didn't tolerate weakness. "You're exactly like your useless mother!"
Tears prickled behind Harper's eyes. "My mother wasn't useless!"
"Oh, yes, she was!" Her father smirked. "Not only was your mother a fucking whore, but she was also too soft for this world, and guess what? That's why she is no longer breathing!"
A mix of sadness and anger churned inside Haper, and she gritted out her following sentence. "My mother was not a whore."
"She was," her father drank more coffee. "And there is nothing that can change my mind about that."
Harper's blood was boiling. Her mother, Marta, had been a person the entire pack had cherished. During Marta's time as the luna, Harper had looked forward to the future. But when Marta died, everything changed for the worse.
Now her father, alpha Jensen wished for Harper to marry a stranger. But marrying someone who wasn't her mate went against everything Harper believed in. The mate-bond was sacred, was it not?
Harper could still remember how her mother used to tell her, "Never give up on finding true love, my dear," which made Harper miss her mother now more than ever.
Harper believed in true love as well.
"I can't believe you brought my mother into this conversation... You're such a cruel father..."
Harper's father narrowed his gaze, growling. "Because using your mother as an example of failure might make you understand that you need to change. No longer can you look away from your duties as the future alpha! You have to grow the fuck up!"
"No! I told you that I don't want to become the alpha!"
Her father slammed the table. "Even if you get married and give up your alpha position, you still have responsibilities as a luna! You have to stop being spoiled and take some responsibility!"
With angry tears in her eyes, Harper left the table in haste.
Her father stood up to yell at her to come back, but Harper ignored him. Anger was seething under her skin. How could her own father trash-talk her mother like that?
Harper clenched her fists and decided it was time for a rebellion. She would find her mate.
Epilogue Years Later Harper sat on the balcony, watching her and Saint's daughter, Caroline, playing in the big garden. She was laughing while their golden retriever chased her around a rose bush. "You can't catch me, Bobby! You're too slow!" BARK BARK!! A smile curled Harper's lips as she listened to Caroline's giggles. Her floral dress was dancing in the winds. And Bobby, the golden retriever, was trying his hardest to get to her. Life was great. Mating with Saint hadn't made Harper into an eternal creature. She wasn't immortal but had remained the same. Instead, finishing the mating ritual had bound Saint's life to hers, and they would die together. It meant Saint could finally rest the day Harper died of old age, which made him happy since he didn't want to keep living on forever without his beloved mate. "So it's here you're sitting all by yourself? Where is my invitation, huh?" Harper looked up, meeting Saint's brilliant smile. Now looking younger than her, Saint wa
It should have felt awkward that Saint had come out of nowhere and plowed his way back into Harper's life. But it didn't. Even if they had spent months apart, all the feelings remained intact. The mate-bond sizzled between them as Saint pushed open the doors to the castle. No one else was awake, but the nymph made sure to shape-shift back into his more humane self. Harper was still caught in his beefy arms. She looked up into her mate's eyes and blushed. And even though she enjoyed the closeness, she wet her lips and forced herself to say, "You can put me down. I can walk up the stairs myself." "What if I don't want to?" Saint shot back with a smirk. "What if I want to keep you tucked safely in my arms and never let you go?" The playfulness in his eyes made little knots spread over her skin. Bees and butterflies buzzed in her belly. She hadn't seen Saint in forever. It made her weaker than usual to his silent charm. And her last resistance broke as she reached out her hand to
Harper was on a mission. She knew that the feeling of something calling her hadn't been imaginary. Whatever was out there on that icy lake had spoken to her soul and reached into her heart. Therefore, she threw on her clothes in the dark and snuck down the stairs while holding a lantern. Her mittens warmed her hands, her earmuffs covered her ears, and she wore a bomber jacket—Harper was ready. She carefully opened the door, hoping no one would hear her leave the castle behind. Tanja thought she was crazy, as did the rest of her friends. They thought losing her mate had driven Harper mad; maybe they were right, but Harper needed to get out there on the lake. The reason was that Harper believed in miracles. She was pregnant with Saint's child, which proved that blessings were real. Saint had told her nymphs couldn't have children, but here she was. Perhaps more incredible things could happen?Harper didn't know, but she had hope. It gave her the strength to walk through the sno
HarperSix Months Later"Dear Saint," Harper leaned against the big tree Saint had become after the battle six months ago. "As you may know, I'm pregnant. The baby belongs to you, and sometimes when I sit here, I want to bawl my eyes out... Why did you have to go?"With quivering lips, Harper wiped away tears with her mittens. "I know it's a horrible thing to ask for... But sometimes... Sometimes I wish I could be where you are... I know I'm pregnant, and while I love our baby, I'm... I'm unsure how to do this on my own... How am I supposed to handle parenthood on my own?"Harper's eyes traveled to where Tanya and Jack were making snow angels, and then she blinked at Frida and Asher standing further away. Everyone seemed to have found their happiness. Everyone except Harper because she had lost it. She had lost Saint. And the pain was constant. It didn't come in waves. No. The grief made her want to constantly cry. Even now, Harper fought her tears. She was all alone and didn't
Saint was deathly tired. He had used most of the magic flowing through him, and enemies were still coming in. He needed to recover, but there wasn't time. Harper was carrying him on her back but was tackled by another werewolf. She whimpered, and Saint flew down in the grass.It hurt as he bounced into a bush, and he coughed. Jack was screeching above them in his wyvern-form, blasting wolves with ice, but more and more enemies were appearing. There wasn't an end to them. So many packs wanted only one thing: get to the portal underneath the castle. They were fighting to the last breath to reach it, and Saint widened his eyes upon seeing Harper scream."No, get off me! You fucking cunt! Ouch, you bit me! Let go!" Harper was no longer in her wolf form. She had turned back to a human from exhaustion and punched at werewolves trying to murder her. Her legs kicked and flared, and blood splattered over the grass.This was bad.This was so fucking bad.Further away, Asher was being torn a
Jack couldn't relax, and his heart wouldn't stop pounding. The mate he claimed he didn't want, Tanja, was out conjuring up spells to throw at the werewolves attacking the castle. She was screaming and fighting, doing everything to eliminate the enemy. A sight to behold and watch.Jack worried about her, but he was supposed to protect the alpha he worked for. Liam was supposed to be his mission, not Tanja.Yet his eyes kept steering back to Tanja as she defeated werewolf after werewolf. His little witch was terrific to watch. Her hair swept around her face, and her eyes doe-eyes were huge with battle spirit. Looking at her made Jack's heart clamor.He had opened up to Tanja and told her about Clara. And Tanja? His mate had been hanging on his every word. She had listened to him so patiently that he experienced flutters simply breathing the same air as her.Tanja was amazing.But Jack could tell she was growing tired. The last couple of spells had been sloppy. Tanja's legs weren't