The Alpha's Rival

Fate Mates were an extremely rare phenomena. Typically, two werewolves fell in love and then decided to declare themselves mates, either through marriage or another means. But the love bond of a Fate Mate gives the werewolves no choice in the matter. I’d heard it described in stories and fairytales. When you find your fate mate, and you look at the person for the first time, the entire world stops. The one thing that keeps you alive is that person. And separation from that person would mean losing a part of yourself.   Apparently, after a few months of blissful love, something went terribly wrong with Alpha Sergio’s mate. Nobody outside of the Black River Pack knew exactly what happened, but the young woman died.   Every pack felt the impact of her death, but none of us could begin to imagine the despair that Alpha Sergio felt. I’d heard stories that he went away for months, secluding himself from the rest of his pack. A girl in my graduatin

I woke up to the sun creeping in from the window, extending across the bed and warming me up after a cold night’s sleep. I groggily opened my eyes and looked around, and, at first, a feeling of panic arose inside of me as I took in my new surroundings, but then the previous night’s events caught up to me and I calmed down. The room was large, with an off-white theme and black furniture. The bed I was lying on was huge and nicely decorated, with great pillows and blankets surrounding me like one great cushion. Glancing across the room, I saw a girl with long, brown curly hair watching me intently, a small smile on her face as I woke up, “Great! You are awake… I will go tell Sergio.” I must have looked confused because she laughed slightly, “I am Sophia, Alpha Sergio’s little sister and greatest advisor.” I nodded slightly, “Er

 “Um no… well, not at will,” I restated, trying to make myself sound less pathetic. “It sort of happens randomly. Less and less as I’ve gotten older.” Sophia laughed, but there was nothing malicious in the sound. “That’s insane! Does Sergio know?” I grimaced. “I doubt it. And I’d like to keep it that way. Don’t want to give him another reason to hate me.” I tried to act like it was no big deal, and Sophia seemed taken by my façade. She shrugged. “To be honest, I think he is scared of you. He thinks that there is something wrong with him because he found another mate right after his last one died.” Before I could say anything else about the subject, she smiled. “You want me to help you pack for your trip tonight?” “I don’t have anything to pack.” I failed to hide

“Ouch!” I complained loudly as the same doctor, the woman with the gray eyes, wrapped up my stomach and ribcage in a gauze that made me look like a mummy. “Sorry, sorry,” she, whom I learned was named Trudy, muttered as she busily finished treating me back at the pack house in the doctor’s wing. The second we had arrived back at the pack house, Sergio ordered for somebody to take me up to the doctor’s wing so that I would be ready to depart for the witch doctor that evening. The accident had not phased Sergio’s plans of leaving that night to discover whether or not we should be mates. Trudy did a few more tests on me before patting my leg and taking off her gloves, “There you go, dear. You are all set. Remember to take some aspirin if you start to hurt anywhere.” I smiled at her gratefully, “Thank you, do you know-“ 

In that moment, I wished that I could spontaneously combust into flames so that I would not have to deal with the embarrassment that was sure to come. Sergio carried on his phone conversation as he walked in to the hotel room, completely oblivious to me standing in the center with only a towel wrapped around me, “Tell Raegan to take care of it until I-“ He stopped talking the second his eyes landed on me, and instantly every muscle in his body stiffened at the sight. I could vaguely hear somebody on the other line say something, but Sergio hung up after a second. His eyes seemed to turn a shade darker than before and his broad body began to shake slightly, as if he were about to explode. I wanted to say something, but I could hardly breathe, let alone speak at the moment. Sergio was breathing heavily as he slowly turned away from me, both of his hands balled up in to