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A knock on the Beta’s office door made him look up. “Enter.” Beta Theodore Gilmore called.
“You wanted to see me step-father?” His stepson, Peter Sherwood, stated rather than asked.
“Ah, yes, sit, we have much to discuss.”
“About sir?” Peter asked.
“My daughter,” Theodore stated flatly.
“What about my step-sister Clover?” Peter asked again, shock written all over his face. It was well known to members of the pack that he had been nothing but an asshole to his step-sister, and now he knew something was going on.
“Step-sister? From tonight, I want you to take her as your mate. At her coming of age.”
Peter froze at his stepfather’s words, “What stepfather? Sorry, I think I misunderstood.” He thought to himself, ‘This has to be some kind of trap. Did his stepfather know about his hidden feelings for his step-sister Clover?’
“No, you didn’t mishear me at all. My daughter is the only one of my bloodline that can take the Beta position, and as my step-son, that place would be yours if you take her as your mate.”
“Ah, sir, one problem with that is she can’t even be in the same room as me. I don’t know if you got the memo, but I haven’t been the nicest to her, and besides, the pack is unlikely to allow such a match. The Alpha wouldn’t allow it, I’m sure of it. However, what if her fated mate is here? I can’t compete with a fated bond.” Peter’s heart raced at the idea. He had been in love with her in secret, but thinking that she was off limits, he had pushed her away through cruelty, but the idea of being mated to her both thrilled and terrified him.
“You know as well as I do that it is unlikely fated mates are rare, besides no one has ever taken any interest in my daughter, and she has no interest in any male, for that matter. I’m starting to think she doesn’t even want a mate.” Beta Theodore stated matter-of-factly.
“We don’t know that we should at least see what happens tonight before we try this. I’m not liking this. Besides, no one is going to believe I’ve changed my mind and my heart all of a sudden. Besides, I can’t even magically claim it’s a mate bond thing as she hasn’t shifted yet.”
"My daughter will have a coming-of-age ceremony tonight, and as per tradition, she will shift for the first time," Theodore said, leaning back in his chair. His eyes narrowed as he studied Peter's expressions. He could see the conflict in his stepson's eyes, the way his hands gripped the armrests a little too tightly. "After that, I expect you to make your move."
Peter felt his throat tighten. He had spent years pushing Clover away since he was 16 and she was 13, tormenting her, all to hide the feelings that threatened to consume him. How could he suddenly approach her as a potential mate? She would laugh in his face, or worse, fear him.
"Sir, with all due respect, Clover hates me," Peter said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Theodore smiled, a cold, calculating expression that didn't reach his eyes. "Hate is a strong emotion, boy. Strong emotions can be redirected."
Meanwhile, in the Alpha Heir Milton Kirkwood’s office, his wolf was pacing restlessly in his mind as if something was off.
“For the love of the Goddess, will you stop pacing in my mind? I have to finish these reports before I have to fulfil my duty as Alpha Heir.”
-Can’t you feel that something is about to change?-
“Nothing is going to change except I’ll have a proper Beta, not a female one. Peter, her stepbrother and our friend, would be a better option.”
-Suit yourself. But don’t get all weird, and do anything stupid if you get a surprise.-
“Like anything could get any weirder than that, I got condemned with a female Beta. The Goddess must have been taking the piss out of our pack.”
-Why did I get condemned with an asshole for a human? Who can’t see someone’s true worth due to being such an ass?-
Milton rakes his hands through his hair, frustration etching lines across his forehead. His wolf's persistence grates on his already frayed nerves, especially with the Beta Heir's coming-of-age ceremony looming tonight. The thought of Clover Gilmore standing before the pack, being acknowledged as the future Beta, makes his teeth clench involuntarily.
"I don't need this today," he mutters, shuffling the papers on his desk with unnecessary force.
Across the pack house, Clover stands in her bedroom, staring at the ceremonial dress laid out on her bed. The silver-threaded fabric catches the afternoon light, making the traditional Beta symbols shimmer along the hem. Her fingers trace the intricate patterns, a weight settling in her chest that has nothing to do with the impending shift.
"Just breathe," she whispers to herself. "Tonight changes nothing. You've been preparing for this your entire life."
But even as she says the words, she doesn't believe them. Something in the air feels different today, charged with potential and danger in equal measure. Her wolf, dormant until now, stirs faintly at the edges of her consciousness, not quite awake, but no longer fully asleep either.
In his office, Theodore smiles to himself as Peter leaves, the door clicking shut behind him. The plan is set in motion. His daughter will take her rightful place, with Peter by her side to satisfy the more traditional elements of the pack. The fact that they despise each other is merely an inconvenient detail, easily overcome with time and proper incentives.
"Sir?" Reginald, his advisor, steps into the room without knocking. "The Alpha requests your presence."
Theodore's smile falters. "What does he want now?"
"He didn't say, sir. But he mentioned it concerns tonight's ceremony."
A flicker of unease passes through Theodore. Alpha Kirkwood rarely involves himself directly in pack matters these days, preferring to delegate to his son. For him to request a meeting about Clover's ceremony suggests complications.
Without a word, he was on the move; his friends were right, he might have felt like he had been rejected in that moment, but he had been doing that to her for years, and the shame burned like acid.Milton races through the forest, his heart hammering against his ribs. The ceremonial circle fades behind him, the shocked murmurs of the pack growing distant as he follows Clover's scent, lavender and pine, now tinged with the sharp edge of fear. His wolf guides him unerringly through the darkness, more attuned to her presence than he ever allowed himself to acknowledge."Clover!" he calls again, his voice echoing among the ancient trees. "Please, wait!"But Clover has no intention of stopping. Her newly awakened wolf lends her speed she's never possessed before, her bare feet barely touching the forest floor as she flees. Tears blur her vision, but she doesn't slow down. The humiliation burns worse than any she's endured before, to discover her fated mate is the very man who has spent yea
"Milton?" Peter calls, moving toward his friend with concern etched across his features. "Are you alright?"But Milton doesn't respond. Can't respond. His wolf has taken the reins completely, pushing his human half into the background as ancient instincts override years of denial. His body moves of its own accord, each step bringing him closer to Clover as she completes her shift back to human form.Theodore sees the change in Milton's demeanour and reaches for his daughter protectively, but Alpha Frederick's hand on his shoulder stops him."Don't," the Alpha warns quietly. "This is beyond your control now."Clover stands tall in her reformed ceremonial dress, the fabric shimmering as if it contains captured starlight. The successful shift has filled her with newfound confidence, her amber eyes bright with the power of her wolf just beneath the surface. She feels different, stronger, more complete, but that sensation is quickly overshadowed by awareness of Milton's approach."What are
Luna Joanna falls into step beside Clover, her presence a calming counterpoint to the tension radiating from the men. "Your dress is lovely," she says softly. "The silver threads honour our traditions beautifully.""Thank you, Luna," Clover responds, grateful for the simple kindness after a day of emotional upheaval. She feels her wolf stirring more insistently now, responding to the proximity of the ceremonial grounds where generations of Kirkwood wolves have first shifted.The ancient stone circle gleams in the moonlight, twelve monoliths arranged in perfect harmony with the stars overhead. At the centre burns a sacred fire, tended by the pack's eldest member, Grandmother Willow. The old woman's face is a map of wrinkles, but her eyes shine with ancient wisdom as she watches the procession approach.Milton feels his wolf's urgency increasing with each step closer to the circle. Something primal and unstoppable builds within him, a recognition his human half still refuses to acknowle
"You look beautiful," Eliza says softly, adjusting the drape of fabric over Clover's shoulders.Clover meets her own eyes in the mirror, searching for courage in their amber depths. "Beauty won't matter if I fail to shift."Eliza's hands were still on her shoulders. "You won't fail. Your wolf is strong—I can feel her stirring already."Across the pack house, Peter paces his room, Theodore's words echoing in his mind. The thought of claiming Clover as his mate sends conflicting waves of desire and shame through him. He wants her—has wanted her for years, but not like this. Not as a political pawn.His phone buzzes with a message from Milton: "We need to talk. Now."Peter hesitates, then types back: "Can't. Getting ready for the ceremony."Milton's response is immediate: "It's about Clover. And the bets."Peter's heart sinks. If Milton has discovered the betting pool, things are about to get complicated. His thumb hovers over the keyboard, uncertainty making him pause.In the Alpha's qu
As they face each other in the sacred clearing, neither notices the shimmer in the air around Lettie Gilmore's memorial stone, a subtle disturbance that makes the wildflowers tremble despite the absence of wind. The Goddess watches, unseen but present, as fate begins to tighten around them all.Peter opens his mouth to tell her about Theodore's plans, about the arranged mating her father is orchestrating, but something stops him. Perhaps it's selfishness, the knowledge that his confession might drive her away forever. Or perhaps it's the realisation that she deserves better than to be manipulated, even with the truth."Just promise me you'll be careful tonight," he says instead, backing away slowly. "Things might not be what they seem."Clover watches him retreat with narrowed eyes, suspicion replacing some of her anger. Peter has never shown concern for her well-being before. The unexpected shift leaves her unbalanced, adding to the strange tension that's been building all day.Once
Unknown to Clover, Peter watches from behind a massive oak tree, his heart twisting at the sight of her vulnerability. He had followed her at a distance, drawn by an impulse he couldn't explain. Now, seeing her alone at her mother's memorial, the magnitude of what his stepfather is asking of him crashes down with suffocation. “Oh, mother, I wish you could see me now, but the pack doesn’t want me. No one truly wants me, mother. Maybe I should do what I have thought about sometimes, I’ve had offers from other packs, and with the bets from pack members of me being exiled tonight, it might…might be for the best of the pack.”A soft breeze stirs the trees around the clearing, carrying Clover's whispered confession to ears she doesn't know are listening. The words hang in the air, heavy with resignation and a lifetime of rejection.Peter's chest tightens at her words. The thought of Clover leaving the pack, leaving him, creates a hollowness inside him that he isn't prepared for. His wolf wh







