Rosaria
I was running through the forest as I followed the most intoxicating scent I have ever smelt. The alluring scent was a mixture of mint chocolate and vanilla. It got stronger as I moved further down the forest path, making my mouth water and I ran faster picking up my pace. The wind gently stroked the treetops making rustling noises and the smell of pine trees filled the air.
Birds could be heard chirping up in the tall trees and the fresh air hit my face leaving a refreshing feeling. I kept running deeper into the woods as I stepped on twigs and branches that creaked, the smell of the green grass that was wetting my shoes as the morning dew stuck to them while my feet trampled on the grass and leaves was intoxicating. But it paled in comparison to the strong alluring scent that wafted through my nostrils, teasingly. I kept running until I found what I was looking for..
Him… Standing in the meadow was a handsome god-like man. The hot culprit behind the divine scent that I had been trailing. He was gorgeously handsome with a clean shaven face, long black hair almost reaching his broad shoulders and he had the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. His hair was let down in a curly middle part hairstyle and his manly face was well defined with a chiseled jaw making him look like a god from an ancient movie.
“I have been waiting for you,” he said huskily.... and I gulped. His amazing deep voice echoed around the meadow and I couldn’t help the shiver that ran down my spine. I looked up at him and drooled, trailing my eyes over his well defined body. While I had a good height, he was taller, thereby towering over me. He looked like a dominant CEO from a romantic novel.
He took a step closer to me and grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to his well sculpted chest as he leaned over bringing his face closer to mine at an agonizingly slow pace. My heartbeat quickened, pounding erratically against my ribs. Was this Greek god going to kiss me? I smiled tilting my head upwards and reciprocated by grabbing my pillow and..... wait… What???
I opened my eyes and found myself in my room hugging my pillow. Guess it was one of those weird dreams. But I wouldn't mind having such dreams if the main character of the dream was that sexy greek god.
Picking up my phone, I cursed when I found several missed calls. Shit… Today’s Mark's twentieth birthday and I was supposed to go shopping with my best friend Sheila to get dresses for the birthday banquet.
After a short shower, I ran downstairs and found Sheila already dressed up and ready to go..she looked up and rolled her eyes at me. “The sleepy princess is up!” She exclaimed and I rolled my eyes and went to kiss my mom on the cheek. Always dramatic as usual, firstly, we lived in the same house but she called instead of coming to wake me up from my room. I usually slept like a log and no amount of calls could wake me up. It wasn't easy to do it physically either, I always asked for a few extra minutes to sleep because I felt like I hadn't slept enough. Yep, I was the type of person who would keep snoozing an alarm every five minutes before waking up an hour later than the original set time.
“Good morning mom," I greeted her as I rushed to the table to eat my favorite vanilla muffins.
“Morning pumpkin.” Oh yes.. did I mention that I was adopted? Sheila is my best friend and adoptive sister. I was adopted when I was 5 years old, they found me in the woods but no one talks about it and I don’t remember what happened either. I have a brother, Jack, he's the next beta and Mark who is kind of my boyfriend is the next alpha to the moonstone pack.
I am saying kind of because I am waiting for him to imprint on my wolf tonight since he's reached the age where a werewolf finds its mate. I will only date him if we are true mates to avoid complications. Every werewolf is blessed with a mate, who becomes your better-half, a soul-mate. Someone you could lay down your life for. The bond is so powerful that when one dies, the other mate hardly survives because they lose half of their soul. This is why dating is discouraged among unmated wolves because many hearts are broken due to partners finding their destined mates.
The werewolf race is ruled by the most powerful wolves and they have a strict hierarchy. There are ranks which differentiate their power, the strongest is called an alpha and he's the leader of the whole pack. His second in command is called beta, gamma and delta are the third and fourth in command respectively. These ranks are given according to strength or one has to be born in a ranked family. The Alpha though, is born into his role but could be overthrown if defeated by a challenger.
“Hurry up Rosa we have a long day today,” Sheila said and I sighed. She's too excited because she might also meet her mate today.. her twentieth birthday is in two days but she can still recognize the pull since she's close to her birthday.
“Let me eat my muffins in peace please,” I rolled my eyes as she chuckled. After breakfast, I groaned as I was dragged out of the house to the car.. I really don’t like shopping.. I pouted as we headed to the mall in town out of the woods.
We spent the whole morning looking for Sheila’s version of the perfect dress. I was exhausted and starving, I could eat a whole cow. After what seemed like forever, we were finally done. Sheila had picked out an off shoulder burgundy dress for me, saying the colour would match my fair skin well. The dress was a velvet backless bodycon and it was knee-length. She had gotten herself a long sleeveless chiffon red dress with a high split because she wanted to look sexy for her mate. "First impression matters, better be ready than sorry," she said as she went to try on her dress excitedly.
'Shouldn't it be, better safe than sorry?' I thought, confused.
"It's perfect, I'll get this one," Sheila said after coming out of the fitting room. I had tried on my dress earlier and loved how it gave me an elegant look while showcasing my figure perfectly.
Satisfied with the dresses, we paid for them and returned to the pack to prepare for the birthday party. Now this brought back my energy, I couldn't wait to find out if Mark and I are mates.....
Rosaria It was 8 pm and Mark had not showed up yet. I was starting to get bored and tired of chasing away boys who were trying to flirt with me. Sheila seemed to be enjoying herself and was slightly drunk. I had to stay close to her to prevent her from misbehaving. She looked beautiful in her elegant hair updo and neutral make up. I probably had the same look because she worked on my face and hair. It was bewildering but I knew nothing about make up or fashion, I'm more of a natural look in a simple plain dress kind of girl. “You are such a party pooper!” she protested trying to run away from me. Sighing inwardly, I pulled her back, “just looking out for you so that you don’t do something you will regret tomorrow.” Alcohol made people do crazy things, while it was thrilling to have fun with the new acquired boldness, the walk of shame done afterwards was equally embarrassing and shameful. “Fine..” she grumbled unhappily. “I guess I w
Sheila My world had turned upside down. I had never felt so much pain before. It felt like several thousand needles where pricking my heart. As if a huge hand was squeezing it hard. If I could turn back time, I would turn it back to the moment I prayed to meet my destined mate. Perhaps if I wasn't so excited and expectant, this wouldn't have happened. “Aahhhh!” I let out a loud frustrated cry. “My sobs and wails echoed through the forest. I got up and looked back at the ground in anger as I clenched my fists, nails digging deep into my skin, drawing blood. The spot where I had just been violated by my mate was an eyesore, looking at the blood on the ground I sniffled. How can he be so cruel? Pain ripped through me like strong sea waves. What he had done was worse than rejecting me. He broke my heart into several tiny pieces I wondered if I would be whole again. I had lost half of my soul... If he rejected me then perhaps I could find a second chance mat
Rosaria We had left the party and Mark led me to his cabin in the woods. To say I was shocked by what I saw would be an understatement, I was awestruck. The cabin was decorated with roses, candles were lit and a romantic dinner was set in the dining area. My favorite steak and fries and a bottle of red wine. Mark really was so kind and sweet. “Little one..come lets eat something,” Mark said as he pulled out a chair for me and placed a kiss on my forehead after making sure I was comfortable. Something tugged at my heartstrings at the sweet gesture. He really is romantic… I sighed dreamily. He poured me a glass of wine as he also took his sit and we began eating. I kept stealing glances at him and noticed that he was looking at me strangely, like he was a predator and I the little prey he plans to hunt tonight. There was something I noticed but I couldn't pinpoint what. I was becoming uncomfortable with his intense predatory gaze so I made small talk.
Rosaria “Uggh..” I rolled on the floor as I held my stomach. The blow hit me harder than I expected and I clutched my stomach to soothe the pain. “You seem distracted Rosa..” my brother Jack said in an apologetic tone. He just punched my stomach when I zoned out for a bit as we sparred in the training room. “No am not, I'm just worried about Sheila,” I got up and threw him off my shoulder when his guard was down. Oh yeah! I just won against the future beta, I chuckled slyly. “Well, what will I do with you?” Jack complained and got up. “Don’t worry about her, she will be fine. But I will make sure I find the fucker and make him pay for rejecting my sister,” He said as he cracked his knuckles as if ready for a fight. It has been a week since Mark’s birthday and Sheila has become too quiet for my liking. When I asked her what actually happened she just said she was rejected by her mate and he chose his girlfriend. I felt sorry for her
TWO YEARS LATER...... Rosaria “Oh, oh, ooooooh my king yes that’s it,” I moaned as the Alpha king thrust in and out of me. One of my legs was on his shoulder and he held the other down as he continued to pound in me deep and fast. He put my leg back on the bed and bent down to give me a passionate kiss. His lips moved to my chest as he sucked and twisted the nipples. The feeling of his lips on my body was mind blowing. “Uh.. fuck!” he groaned as I did a kegel, clenching my muscles around his very rock hard shaft. “Oh Alex… oh yes, oh yeah .. ahhhhhh!” I screamed as I felt my train nearing. My soft moans echoed through the room like a song of ecstasy. “Yes Rosa, I want to hear you say my name,” he said as he picked up his speed driving me over the edge. “Oh yes, Alex.. fuck me, ah!" I felt myself tighten as I reached my high. He groaned in approval at my sensitivity. “Fuck… don’t stop, oh my king .. YES!" I screamed
Rosaria “So is your family coming for the ceremony tomorrow?” Mark asked as we took a stroll in the training grounds. He seemed a bit clingy today, more like he's afraid I will run away. He asked me to go for a walk with him two hours after that very awkward break fast we had. “No, mom said they are busy trying to get used to the new environment but they will visit as soon as they get settled," he nodded his head as he entwined his fingers with mine. I was seriously starting to get irritated with his touch too like my wolf. Couldn't he walk properly without being touchy? It felt so uncomfortable which made me think twice about going through with the mating. I wasn't ready. My family had moved to the Alpha king’s pack a month ago. Sheila didn’t seem to get better so my parents stepped down from their position as the betas and applied to be warriors in the bluestone pack which is the Alpha king’s pack. My brother Jack also gave up his position and left, only I
Alexander My name is Alexander and I am the king of all werewolves. Why? Because I am a werewolf/Lycan and I am immortal. I have lived for over 600 years , how enviable, right? But I wouldn’t call myself lucky, being immortal is somehow torturous. As someone who cannot die you get to see your loved ones die whilst you remain alone, living a lonely life. For the past 600 years I have moved around with only one purpose, to find my mate and protect her with my life. I have loved only one woman my whole life, Gwendolyn. I still remember the day she died, my regret is that she did not get to live a full life. Maybe that’s why she made me promise to stay away from her incase she was reincarnated. ‘I bet she wants nothing to do with the person who caused her suffering.’ I thought sadly. If staying away from her would make her live a full life then it’s a sacrifice I would be willing to make. Then why would I wait for her? My goal is to protect her and repay her for saving m
Alexander “Alpha are you sure you don’t want me to go with you?” Michael asked, a concerned look on his face. I sighed and got out of the car. “It’s much easier for me to move undetected. Just wait here.. it will take me an hour to run here with her even with my speed so it’s better if you remain guarding the car.” I said. I had wanted to run all the way from my pack because it would have taken me 2 hours to reach this place. But my nosy beta suggested we drive and pack on the outskirts of the moonstone pack as it would be more convenient to bring back his future Alpha queen in a car. Yes that’s right, she would be my queen, I will make sure I destroy all obstacles that stop us from being together. I can’t live without her. Since we came by car it took us four hours to reach this place and it was almost midnight. I rushed through the woods and masked my scent, one of my favorite abilities. I was able to move past patrol and went to the pack house. I pau