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“Mine,” Dante growls from beside his father, beginning to move. Towards the centre of the shifting circle.
“No, No, No.” Aretha’s eyes widened as she stiffened at his voice. After years of his bullying her, she wasn’t sure what his endgame was this time, and she wasn’t sticking around to find out. She bolts, leaving the man who just claimed her in front of the whole pack just standing there. His face went pale with shock; he didn’t know what to do. Should he go after her? Should he just wait till she calms down and comes back to the packhouse and try talking to her in the morning?“What did you expect her to do? What, run into your arms? After you've been an asshole for years since you became step-siblings-. Both of your fathers signed a mating contract at her birth, yes, but she never asked for that, just as much as you hadn’t.” The voice paused, before continuing, “But to find out the guy who has made her life hell since her mother mated with your father to join the packs together after the passing of their late mates to make things easier when the time came for you two to take over, you just…man, I have no words.” His best friend and future Beta Oscar said, folding his arms across his chest.
He just stood there, his face blank, like he had been hit repeatedly, and in some way, maybe he had.
“I…I didn’t know she was my mate,” Dante managed. “Like that should have mattered, your fathers were friends, close ones, and if my father told me this correctly, it was your father that suggested the mating contract, not hers, after her father helped defend our pack before she was born.” Oscar pointed out, matter-of-factly.“What? No, that can’t be right, that’s not…”
“What your uncle told you, of course, not after all the packs are one now, so it no longer mattered what he told you, because he knew how much you hated the contract and, in turn, her, so he played on it.” Oscar paused, watching the Alpha Heir and his best friend as the distress of his wolf began to take over his body. “Man, you didn’t know, but you have always had a thing for her, you’ve been in love with her for years, even though you showed her the opposite, and that’s why she took off because she wasn’t sure if you would reject her like you always have or worse.” “Why would he do that? Why would my uncle do such a thing?” Dante said, dread pooling in his stomach. “Why else, so that the pack never fully expects Aretha as Luna beyond those from her father’s Moon’s River pack before becoming one with our pack, Blue Moon, after her mother mated with your father to make things easier for both of them, single parents with a pup each that would one day wed each other, made sense to bring you together both packs sooner rather than later. Not many pack members seem to remember that Aretha was Alpha born herself, then there would be others who hope that the rest forget and only have her as Luna on paper to fulfil the agreement.” Oscar said, running his hand through his hair, completely over what he had watched play out over the years. Dante began to move without saying a word in the direction that Aretha had run off, as a she-wolf that had been seen by members of the Blue Moon pack as a better option for the Luna role of Aretha. She stepped forward into Dante’s path, her face a mask of concern, although fake, it would look genuine to anyone who didn’t know better, and she knew all too well that it always worked on Dante, so tonight shouldn’t be any different. “Not now, Fawn. I need to go after my mate and bring her home; I need to speak with her alone,” Dante growled. Both sides of him united as one in purpose to find their fated mate. “Your mate,” Fawn repeated, her voice dropping with fake heartbreak and fake tears welling in her eyes, “but…but,” her voice broke to add to the drama, “You told me that you don’t even like her, and you couldn’t believe that you were being forced to mate with a nasty gold-digger of a wolf because she has always bullied me ever since she moved to the pack house. And you wished that I was your fated mate to get away from her.” Dante froze midstep as Fawn’s words hung in the air like a blade. -Leave her, she’s trying to trick us.- His wolf Midnight growls in his mind. “Interesting, you say so, Fawn,” called a voice from behind her. She turned slowly to find Isaac, the Delta Heir, standing there leaning against a tree; he rubbed the back of his neck. “Funny things the cameras say a very different story, although once even I would have believed you, no matter how much Aretha begged us to check the cameras. We had no reason to believe her over you, coz you were a pack mate since birth. This video was from this morning.” Isaac said, pointing to the screens placed for the tables, as pack members began to watch as they returned to their seats for Aretha’s 18th birthday dinner. Fawn’s face paled; she hadn’t seen the screens before now. As if appearing out of nowhere, Oscar speaks, “Apparently, Alpha Lloyd Jarvis Dante’s father and her mother, Luna Nicolette River-Jarvis, were going to surprise Aretha with a video of her life growing up from her beginnings with her father in Moon’s River till now, but it seems someone has hacked the feed for just a few minutes. The video began to play. Aretha was playing the flute by herself when Fawn and her friends came in.“Well, well, what do we have here?”
Dante moved instantly, reaching for the glass on the bedside table. With gentle hands, he helped her sit up slightly, supporting her head as she took small sips. The tenderness in his actions was so foreign to her that for a moment, Aretha wondered if she was still dreaming."Where am I?" she asked once her throat felt less like sandpaper."The mate suite in the infirmary," Dante replied softly, still holding her as if she might shatter. "You've been unconscious for hours."Reality came crashing back: the birthday celebration, Dante claiming her as his mate, her flight to her father's grave, and then... nothing. Aretha stiffened in his arms, memories of years of him treating her like she was dirt.“Uh, umm, I’m guessing you have somewhere else to be more important, Alpha Heir.” Her voice was small, “It’s ok…if you want to leave, I understand.”Dante's heart sank at her words. The resignation in her tone cut deeper than any accusation could have. After years of dismissing her, he could
"We see what we expect to see," she replied, crossing the room to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. "And Nigel has always been good at manipulating expectations."Oscar had made his decision. Placing the velvet box in his pocket, he left his quarters and headed toward the infirmary. The packhouse was quiet now, most members having retired after the evening's drama. As he walked, he pondered the years he'd watched his best friend deny his feelings for Aretha.There had been moments, fleeting glances, unnecessary detours past places Aretha frequented, the way Dante would subtly position himself to keep her in his line of sight during pack gatherings, that had revealed the truth to anyone paying attention. But Dante had been masterful at self-deception, and Oscar had respected his friend's boundaries, hoping he would eventually come to his senses.In the infirmary, Aretha's breathing changed, becoming slightly faster. Her eyelids fluttered, though they remained closed. Dante notic
-I know, but we need to be careful.- Dante replied, watching the steady rise and fall of Aretha's chest.In her unconscious state, Aretha's mind was a whirlwind of memories. Her wolf, Holly, was trying desperately to reach her, to pull her back to consciousness.-He's here, our mate is here!- Holly called through the darkness of Aretha's mind. -You need to wake up.-But Aretha remained trapped in her exhaustion, her body refusing to respond despite Holly's efforts. Deep in her subconscious, she was still at her father's grave, talking to him about everything that had happened.The night stretched on, and Dante found himself unable to sleep despite his own exhaustion. Every time Aretha shifted slightly or made a small noise, he was instantly alert, hoping she was waking up. He wanted, needed, to explain himself, to make her understand that everything had changed.Alpha Jarvis sat in his study, a glass of whiskey in his hand as he stared at old photographs spread across his desk. Pictur
Oscar paused, not sure how much he should say. This was complicated in ways he wasn’t sure how best to answer it: “Only time will tell how things play out, but whatever happens now is between them.”Oscar prayed that, while in that room, they would complete the bond with the mating and marking, proving what he had always seen, the love that they both tried so hard to run away from, but now on lockdown, there was nowhere to hide any longer. But he knew he couldn’t speak that way.The Alpha and Luna nodded at Oscar’s words, “Yes, little ones, it's all up to them now, but for now, it's time for us to leave them to rest and us getting some as well. There isn’t anything more that we can do here tonight.”Meanwhile, behind the doors of their mate suite of the infirmary, where Dante could hear the footsteps of the rest of the Alpha family slowly move away from the doors of their room.He watched as the six healers moved around Aretha, checking her for injuries and wounds while running tests.
“Dante, Aretha!” Cried Lola as she ran from the open doors of the packhouse.“Easy, little wolf, your sister is still asleep.” Oscar said, trying not to scare her, “Your big brother has been through hell and back as well. Let's get them inside; the healers are meant to be waiting for them.”Although she was only six, Lola’s eyes widened at Dante’s grip on Aretha. She had never seen him go near her, let alone touch her, before. Otto at seven, just inside the door, watching, confusion clouding his young face.“Father, they’re back,” Otto sang out.As the Alpha and Luna walked towards the door, the healers rushed forward with a wheelchair for Dante and a stretcher for Aretha. Midnight’s eyes flashed through for a second as Dante saw that he would have to put Aretha down, his own fatigue fighting with the need to stay close to his mate.“Easy Alpha Heir, everything is going to be ok, you’ll be right next to her the whole way.” Said the head healer with her hands in the air. Nicolette mov
‘Why would anyone break her flute? Up until now, and not even an hour ago, had I known where it had come from? Let alone her late father and Alpha. But then she rarely spoke about anything unless she was begging me to look at the camera footage.’-Which means someone knew what it meant to Aretha, what it meant to the Moon’s River pack, and most of all, the effect it had on us when she played it.- Midnight rumble in Dante’s mind as he paced under the skin.“Thank the Goddess you're both alright and you found her,” Came a voice in the darkness, just a bit farther along the dark of night towards that packhouse, maybe about a minute's walk from where he sat, Aretha cradled in his arms.“Show yourself,” Dante growled, his voice more wolf than man.Now, nothing and no one was going to come between him and his mate, who was still unconscious in his arms.Oscar came out of the shadows with his hands raised into the air to show Dante that he had no intentions to harm either of them.“Easy, man







