Mated By Mistake

Rosalie –"Why are you doing this to me?" I cried, holding his collar. His eyes stared back at me, cold, emotionless. They used to be so full of love, once upon a time. But today they were like black pools on nothingness. This could not be real. Was I in a nightmare? Would I ever wake up from this painful dream?"I am sorry, I can't take you as my mate, Rosalie. You know that I did not have a choice in this matter. I have to obey the council." Chris said in his deep husky voice. That voice always sent my heart racing, but today I shuddered with hopelessness."But I am your mate! How can the council decide your mate? You know it's me! your wolf knows it's me!" I tried to reason. I wiped off the stubborn tears. I knew the rules, an Alpha could only be mated to an Alpha or a high-ranking Beta if the need arose. I was an Omega. Though my dad had been promoted to a Beta, he was an Omega by birth, and so was I. The pack rules were strict. Though it did not make any sense. I was the fasted w

"Hey Rosalie, I heard Peter and a group of boys talking about going for a run in the woods." When Rosalie bumped into Melissa in the corridor, she said. “So?” Rosalie inquired. "Let's go see what they're up to.” “Why? I'm not interested in anything those knuckleheads intend to do." "I heard they're going to drink." Melissa made a sly remark. “Really?” Rosalie's pupils dilated. Her interest was peaked. "If I leave now, Mom will murder me." Rosalie sighed and frowned. "She's still mad at me for being dirty, and if she sees us together, she'll be furious. She was about to lose it." "I'll go first, and you can follow me after a while." Melissa made a suggestion. “Alright.” Rosalie responded. Rosalie felt her wolf take over as she kicked off her heels near a fallen tree. She couldn't shift without being supervised. Because the juvenile wolves were prone to losing control, they were not allowed to shift on their own unless accompanied by responsible adults. Rosalie, on the other han

Three years later – Chris Reynolds, the 22-year-old Alpha of the silver moon pack, stood in front of the council, his gaze fixed on them. In the beginning, there were multiple werewolf packs in North America. However, after the horrific conflict, only 10 packs survived and came to an agreement. In order to bring about peace, they formed a council, which devised a peace accord and oversaw its implementation. It also had control over the mating of the Alphas in order to ensure that the packs received the most advantage from the mating. "Alpha Chris. Do you accept Grace Anderson of the Blue moon? Daughter of Alpha Frank Anderson, as your mate?" The grey council member asked. Chris bowed his head for a second, his wolf was still not ready, but he had little choice because the blue moon pack was an immensely powerful one. Aside from that, the land and business contracts that Frank had pledged in exchange for his daughter's hand in marriage would bring riches to the pack. Being made an Al

Rosalie walked into her living room. The manor was divided into several sections. Each suite was like a flat. Based on their ranking, each wolf family got their living quarters. Like the second-ranking Betas, Rosalie's father had a luxuriously furnished suite. Though it was not as opulent as the Alpha's quarter, it was still better than most others. Amelia Murdoch, smiled at her daughter, as Rosalie squirmed in her figure-hugging red bodycon dress. It was sleeveless with a deep V at the back. "You look beautiful," Amelia whispered, with misty eyes. Rosalie rolled her eyes, "are you done now? Is this why you were looking for me? Just to try this stupid dress?" "Rosie, it's a very expensive limited-edition dress, thankfully I managed to find it online." She beamed. "Dad needs to put a stop to your online shopping!" Rosalie grumbled. "One day you will thank me, young lady," Amelia said sternly, wagging her finger. She took out another shimmering blue gown and waved it in front of Ro

Rosalie rushed out of the Alpha's suite with a hammering heart. She looked down at her feet, tears were starting to pool in her eyes. She shook her head to dispel the treacherous tears and hurried towards the circle. The crowd and the excitement would make her feel better. It was midnight, and the ceremony was about to start. Rosalie ran towards the circle to claim her position. The mating ceremony was usually not conducted for lower-rank wolves. It was done only for Alphas and a few other high-ranking wolves. When we say mating, it means mating. The couple would mate and bite each other in the presence of witnesses, the pack, the elders, and the Holy Moon. Nudity or public sex was not a problem for them. They were part animals. However, they did not go around prancing naked all the time. It is just that wolves had a higher tolerance for these things compared to humans. By midnight, the atmosphere grew more intense and heated. Rosalie reached the group of unmated betas and found Meliss