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"They're back!" A pack member giggled as she ran past me towards the pack square.
I followed at a slower pace, not really enthusiastic about the whole thing. About a year ago, young wolves who wanted to be pack warriors or leaders had been sent to an academy in a neighboring pack. Today was the day of their return. As the daughter of the Alpha, I was expected to be there. I sighed again. Julietta was with Father, doing Alpha things, while I, the reject, was here. No one really cared what I did. I felt a little twinge of resentment at the whole thing. As the first born of Alpha Hugo, I was supposed to be heir to the Alpha title, not Julietta, my younger sister. But Father was adamant that he choose his heir, and Julietta was his choice. She was his star child. She could do no wrong, even though she was basically the weakest in the pack because she had no wolf. Her eighteenth birthday had come and gone. Dad would rather appoint a wolfless alpha for the pack than let me do the job I was born to do. By the time I got to the square, the bus was empty, and people were heading back to their homes, hand-in-hand with their family, laughing and hugging. I sighed, then turned to leave. Just as I took a step away, a scent caught my attention, making my heart start to pound. That scent...it was familiar and strange at the same time. And it smelled wonderful. My wolf began to howl from excitement at what was happening. I recognized the signs too. "Mate, mate, mate," she chanted. I turned around slowly. Who was it? I knew everyone who had left for the program. The only person I hoped would be my mate was... "Iris," a deep voice said. A huge smile broke out on my face as I saw the person who had spoken. "Axel." Just a year away from the pack had filled him out with even more muscle, and he looked even handsomer than before. Axel was my first and only love. I'd tried to keep my crush on him a secret before he left, but I couldn't. Everyone knew I was head over heels for him. And everyone also knew he didn't care. He had eyes only for my sister, Julietta. And now...all that would change. He was mine. The Moon Goddess had decided. I felt like I would burst with happiness as I rushed forward and threw my arms around him, hugging him tightly. Tears seeped out of my eyes, and I sniffed. "We're mates! Can you believe it?" Axel was stiff and didn't return my hug, but I didn't care. He'd always been a little awkward. When I pulled away, he gave me a small smile that didn't seem to reach his eyes. "I can't wait to tell everyone," I said, wiping the tears from my eyes. I took his hand in mine and tried to pull him towards the pack house. "Let's go." "Wait." Axel gently pulled his hand away. "Can we... Do this later?" "But why?" I was confused. He shrugged a bit. "I just... It's been a long day. You know, the trip, and... I just want to have a little time to myself first." "Oh! Of course. Sorry. I didn't think of that." I grinned, unable to help myself. "Would you like me to bring something for you to eat over to your room? You must be hungry." He shook his head and took a step back. "Thank you, but no. I'll...see you around." As he walked away, I tried not to let my disappointment show. I always thought finding my mate would be a romantic experience. Or at least an enthusiastic one. Maybe it was just because Axel was tired. Humming to myself, I hurried back towards the Alpha house where my family all lived. I couldn't wait to share my news with everyone, and it was almost dinner time, so everyone would be home. They were already at the table when I arrived, just beginning to eat. "I have news! You won't believe what happened!" I said excitedly as I took my seat beside Julietta, across the table from Mom and Dad. "You're late," Mom said without looking up from her meal. Dad and Julietta remained silent. "Yeah, I know. But it was because something amazing happened. Don't you want to know what it is?" I looked at them all. They all ignored me, but I plowed on. "I found my mate!" I announced, unable to keep a new smile from forming. At this, everyone paused, and looked at me for once. "What?" Julietta asked. "Who is he?" Dad asked. I was giddy. "It's Axel! Can you believe it? And he's going to be the new Beta, so—" Dad went back to eating. "Reject him." At the same time, Julietta snarled at me. "You slut! How dare you! Axel is my boyfriend. You can't be mated to him!" I was shocked, but not because of what Julietta said. I had been expecting a reaction like that from her anyways. But Dad? "What do you mean?" I asked him. "Did I stutter?" He looked at me again. "After dinner, go out there, and reject him." My heartbeat slowed down from the excited pounding it was doing before. "But...why?" I shook my head. This didn't make sense. I knew my family could be harsh sometimes, but I didn't think my Dad could say something like this. "A marriage has already been arranged for you," he said. "A marriage?" I yelled, pushing my chair back and getting to my feet. "You arranged a marriage for me without my consent? With whom? No. I don't even care who it's with. I'm not marrying anyone that's not Axel. He's my fated mate! The Moon Goddess chose him for me!" "And I've chosen someone else for you," Dad said, the look on his eyes daring me to defy him. "You will marry the man I chose. You don't get to do what you want, Iris. You know that." "No! I'm not marrying him!" "You don't even know who he is yet," Mother said. "He might be better than this Axel of yours." Julietta scoffed. "No one is better than Axel. He's mine. And Iris isn't taking him from me." "Fine," I said. "Who is this person you think you can force me to marry?" "An alpha," Mom said. "You should be thankful. Since you'll never be an Alpha here, you can at least be a Luna elsewhere." "Who is he?!" I screamed. "Cassian Stone," Dad said coldly. I froze. Time seemed to slow down. "W-what?" I choked out. "The... The Bloody Prince?" There was an expression of glee on Julietta face as Dad nodded. The Bloody Prince was just as his name implied. He was a monster who was controlled by his feral wolf. Everyone knows he killed his first chosen mate. He was unpredictable, and he was known to go into fits of rage and madness that made him slaughter anyone that stood in his path. Surely, Dad wouldn't try to give me to him? I would be dead within a week. Didn't he care about... No. Of course he didn't care about me. The look on his face was answer enough, even though it's something I'd known from a young age. "You can't do this," I whispered. "It's already done, Iris," he replied. "Another alliance arrangement has been made. You'll marry Cassian to seal the deal. You have a few days to prepare yourself and end this nonsense about having a fated mate. Are we clear?""Morwen!" I yelled, pounding on the front door of Morwen's house. "Morwen! Open up!"I didn't care who saw me or what they said. This was one errand I couldn't leave to guards or servants. I had to come here myself. I would go on my knees and beg if I had to. "Morwen!" Just as I raised my fist to pound on the door again, it was pulled open from the inside, and the woman I'd come to see stood there, staring at me."Your Majesty. What is it?" She asked blandly. "Morwen, please... I need your help. Cora... She's in labour and..." I trailed off. I didn't even fully understand what was going on, only that Cora was in danger. "And what?" Morwen asked. "You have a doctor. You don't need my help."She started to close the door. "There's no baby!" I blurted. She froze. "What?" "There's no baby," I repeated. "Or at least the doctor can't find it. She's in labour, Morwen. She's getting weaker, but there's no sign of the baby. It's more than the doctor can handle."Morwen's expression was
Almost two months had passed since I'd been at death's door.I had no idea what really happened, but according to what Atlas told me, Morwen and the other witches had performed a ritual that was supposed to be forbidden. Everyone thought it was too dangerous, and that either I or my baby wouldn't survive it, but we did. However, since I woke up and recovered, I hadn't seen Morwen. Atlas said she was probably staying away because she had strongly advised against the ritual and didn't know how to face me. She'd also ignored all the letters I sent telling her I wanted to see her and thank her properly. I could technically go and see her myself, but Atlas would have an aneurysm if I even stepped one foot out of the palace. It was like his overprotectiveness had been cranked up a notch after my near brush with death. I rubbed at my lower back, putting more pillows underneath me so I could lean back. My stomach was so large that it felt like I was going to pop any day now, and I was re
This wasn't supposed to happen. What kind of mate was I if I couldn't save the one woman that was my responsibility, my life? For that matter, what kind of king was I? All my life, I'd never known true powerlessness until now. Until I saw Cora lying helpless in a bed, a bucket beside her and another beside me.The first one was still.emoty because since she passed out, she hadn't woken up to throw up in it, and the one beside me was filled with cold water and a small towel which I used, trying to bring down her fever. It wasn't working. I'd long since sent for a few maids and Morwen. What was the point in keeping them away when it was clear now that all my efforts had been for nothing? After she collapsed, I cleaned my mate up and put her in our bed. She was as pale as a ghost, her dark hair pooled across the pillow providing even more contrast. Goddess. I failed as a man. How could I not have noticed that she was ill, and not just from the pregnancy? Everyone said the plague
[Three months later] I woke up with my arms around my mate. She was hot. And not in the beauty sense. Temperature wise, she was hot. Leaning on my elbow, I pushed gently on her shoulder so she was lying on her back instead of on her side facing away from me. She was still asleep, but there was a small frown on her face, almost as if she was in pain. With the back of my hand, I felt her head, then her neck. My heart began to pound. She had a fever. Even though she'd become increasingly weak and nauseous with the pregnancy, this was the first time she actually felt feverish. Images of the worst began to race through my mind. In the past few months, victims of the plague had increased, and every day, a large number of people died. Both the werewolf doctors and the witch healers hadn't found a cure or anything even close yet. The disease just kept growing, unchecked, with no one having an idea of how it was transferred. I'd shut the palace down, quarantining everyone in
When Morwen returned the next day, it was with more bad news. "There's been reports of the outbreak of a disease," she said as she walked into the office Atlas and I used. "A disease?" Atlas asked, obviously surprised. "What disease? Who does it affect?" "No one knows what it is," she replied. "But so far, we've had five reports in just one day. Two of them are wolves. The others are witches.""That's impossible," Atlas and I said at the same time. "Werewolves don't get sick." Apparently," Morwen said, "they do now. It's odd, and like nothing we witches have seen before. We do get sick sometimes. According to what I've heard, it starts with a fever, and slowly deteriorates into the patient coughing up blood. The disease progresses fast, eating at the patient until they're nothing more than a husk of bones and dried flesh. Our healers have tried everything. Nothing seems to work." I frowned. "And this disease is totally new? Nothing the witches have ever experienced before?" She
"Here." Atlas slid his plate across the table until it rested in front of me, picking up mine at the same time. Mine contained a thick, uncut steak, while his contained the same, but cut into bite sized pieces, with a good helping of vegetables on the side. "Eat up." I pouted at him, gazing at the vegetables with distaste. "You know I don't like those." "I know," my mate agreed, a small smile on his lips. "But you have to eat them. I'll feed them to you if you won't eat." He picked up my fork and held it up to my lips trying to get me to eat. Obligingly, I opened my mouth and let him put them in. The guards at the door and the maids bringing in the dishes acted like they couldn't see us. After years of seeing their King and Queen acting like teenagers drunk on love, they had pretty much gotten used to it. "They're good, right?" Atlas asked. "No." I spoke with my mouth full. "They're not good." He speared a few veggies with his fork and brought them to his mouth too, then shru







