Alpha Drake My Mate, What About Glacier?!

Corinne POV

“I have to meet him, smell him, just to know!”

“But waking before your coming-of-age ritual shows great power.”

I took a single step toward the darkness, then stopped. My eyes glimmered despite the night.

“Glacier doesn’t know caution when it comes to me. He will stand. He will face. And he will burn.”

Einar’s reply came after a heavy silence:

“But you burn too, every day, in silence.”

I shook my head lightly, as if denying myself:

“I master silence, Einar. And I trust that pain… if held long enough, becomes part of the skin.”

“But it doesn’t heal.”

I said nothing.

For the first time, I didn’t even try to defend my choice.

I wasn’t seeking victory, nor salvation.

I was just… trying to keep things pure, away from the mud.

And when I returned inside, I didn’t feel light, but I felt victorious… over my urge to collapse.

Footsteps pressed against the leveled soil of the square, voices rising among guards and organizers like waves under a moon charged with pulse.

The packs were at the peak of preparation, and the air carried the scent of pine soaked in longing and anxiety.

This wasn’t just a tech exhibition… it was an event where destinies intertwined.

Flags of the visiting packs rose at the edges of the square, waving with colors and emblems like a silent proclamation of pride, belonging, and perhaps challenge.

At the heart of the scene, Yossi stood beside her brother, the Alpha of the Silver Stone pack… steady, worthy of a bloodline daughter.

Her eyes scanned everyone entering: warriors, leaders, developers, and wolves whose faces allowed no laxity.

Her smile was neutral, but her heart searched for something nameless… a trace of a fated bond.

Delegations arrived one after another, eastern and northern packs filling the place with their presence. The last pack came from the West… from the shadows.

When they appeared, silence fell.

Shadow Claw pack.

Wolves with unreadable expressions, eyes like knives, and spirits as if born from the womb of silence itself.

Their steps weren’t heavy, yet carried hidden threat, as if the ground itself recognized who crossed it.

Leading them was a tall man, broad-shouldered, his skin pale like cold marble, eyes black and unwavering, chest rising with confidence untouched by doubt.

His steps were confident to the point of awe, his silence deafening, his presence filling the space around him.

In his black jacket embroidered with silver thread, he needed no announcement of his name.

Drake.

Alpha of the Shadow Claw pack.

This was the Alpha who stood against Glacier!

Drake. I had heard so much about him, especially after the pack elders suggested giving him a daughter from another pack to be his mate, since he hadn’t found his own yet.

Handsome, but his handsomeness was sharp, rigid, born of mountain ferocity, not the warmth of the plains.

He had a presence that silenced, an aura demanding attention and alertness even from Alphas.

His dominance wasn’t just power—it was a combination of instinctive authority and harsh discipline.

He moved slowly in front of Yossi and her brother, gaze fixed and unyielding, his mere approach stirring a subconscious urge in some to lower their eyes.

Alpha Glacier smiled politely, then stepped forward:

“We welcome the Shadow Claw pack to Silver Stone lands, and hope your presence will be fruitful and peaceful.”

Drake nodded without bowing, his voice deep, rough but polite:

“We come with no visible weapons, and we leave without conflict… unless forced upon us.”

His words struck like iron on stone.

Alpha Glacier offered a diplomatic smile and escorted him to his designated wing, saying:

“Your wing is equipped with everything you need, and you’ll have freedom of movement within protocol limits.”

Drake nodded again, but he wasn’t fully listening.

Suddenly, I felt him.

It was like a puff of air saturated with a soft, warm scent.

A faint aroma of golden honey and vanilla hidden in threads of the breeze.

Not a window of smell, but a dew drop clinging to a dreamlike rose petal.

The scent entered my chest without asking, and my breath caught for a second. Drake’s muscles tensed.

It wasn’t like anything I’d ever smelled before. Could it be him?!

“What is this…?” he whispered in his mind, ignoring those around him.

His wolf sense faltered, an internal clamor began in his mind, a whispering he didn’t understand but felt familiar, as if his soul remembered something it had not yet lived. He looked at me, piercing.

He clenched his jaw silently, shook off his thoughts, and walked on without comment. But he knew something had shifted.

Across the square, I held the task board, transferring data and reviewing last-minute details.

Even my breathing… carried a scent like the forest.

A virgin forest, with the smell of wet earth, pine roots, and sunlight unseen but felt.

A scent unfamiliar, yet something lived within it, awakening a dormant part of me.

My mind stopped, a shiver running from the base of my neck to my fingertips.

My hand trembled for a moment, and I looked to the horizon. Then, without hesitation, I closed the board and turned away.

I couldn’t stay there.

An internal feeling, irrational, made me sense that remaining there would bring me to the edge of collapse.

As if the air was heavy, filled with questions I didn’t know how to ask.

“What is this…” I asked my mind, but no answer came.

“Damn you, Einar! Answer me!”

I walked steadily, exhausted inside, toward the workers’ residence.

I didn’t look back, didn’t dare meet the eyes I passed along the way.

In my wing room, I closed the door behind me.

I stood near the window for a moment, a heavy gasp, hand on my chest… the scent was gone… but it stayed inside me.

I knew without understanding why… that what I had smelled was not a fleeting fragrance. It was a call… a call from his blood to mine.

“Alpha Drake is my mate? Could this harsh, pack enemy really be my mate?”

“Einar, if Alpha Drake is my mate, what about Glacier?!”