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I asked curiously. She sighed, “our pack warriors are training to go against their instincts if possible but the instinct to mate is stronger than every other instinct. I don't know if it's possible, but then again, is anything truly impossible?” I let out a sigh of frustration, I just wish everything was straight forward for once. I let my gaze wander around the mall and It fell on a stranger on a black hood watching us, it was the man from the playground. When he saw me looking at him, he straightened and began walking away with his hands deep in his pocket.

I went to the training grounds and yelled, “Gather!” The warriors came together and they were all shirtless. I pulled off my shirt and pointed to one of our strongest warriors. Alec was the only one who sparred with him and I think he might be just what I needed. A beating that would send whatever it was I was feeling for Alerix out. He marched to the center, not saying anything as he stationed himself in a stance. “Don’t hold back.” I gritted out. His brows arched a bit before he gave me a curt nod.

"Right. Fuel. Delicious." "My pre-game ritual isn't for the weak." I set the shaker bottle down and started counting on my fingers. "Next up: bodyweight circuit. Push-ups, sit-ups, squats. Then I do a triple gear-check. I forgot my skates for a junior league game once and sat on the bench for three periods. Never again." Kol was fighting a smile, his lips twitching as he tried to look serious. "Safety first. Anything else in the ritual?"

he said, and suddenly the air felt strange. Everyone around me started whispering, turning to each other with wide eyes and open mouths. I froze. The Mate Games. I’ve heard stories, like everyone else. Old tales. Fables meant for children. Girls pulled from villages to compete for the hand of a royal heir. Magic and power and fate all tangled into one big, unbelievable mess. But that’s all they were. Stories. Until now. “They say the heir has the rarest kind of wolf,” a woman beside me whispered to her friend. “Unbound. Untouched by bond. Free.”

Some shoot me dirty glare. "My wife is pregnant, it better be something worth my precious time.___" Kia tells me. Kia is my sniper and this man does the impossible when handed Nr.1 Barrett M82. "We go with Kia." Becky says as he pulls his Sig Sauer P210 and places it on the table. "You know this is not going to work on me." I tell them and the crowd starts hooting my name. I should remind them they aren't young anymore. "It's nice to see this young man. We thought you'll forget." Matt says. He is the oldest among all but his tricks and plans are always on point.

"They set a trap for me to bring me here. My own husband shot me once and then rejected me. When he shot me a second time, I fell off that cliff. I only had time to accept his rejection before losing consciousness." That last statement furrows Ragnar's brow. "He deceived me all this time, I believed that I was his true love because I loved him. On the full moon, when I turned 16, I recognized him, it was him, my mate, his scent was unmistakable when I passed by his side. He also recognized me, he marked me shortly after and we became boyfriend and girlfriend, since I was too young for the bond. In my pack, matings between youngsters under 18 years old are not allowed."

"Just say what you came for and leave! I've seen your disgusting face for too long." "I tried to reason with the higher-ups, but they refused to budge," he says, sliding an envelope towards me. I open it to find an invitation to the annual mating ceremony, which is held every year for those who have found their mates and for those still searching. I haven't announced Candy as my mate yet, so I'm still considered mate-less. I let out a sigh. "I'll be there," I tell him. He opens the door and nearly collides with my maid, who never knocks.

At the Mating Ceremony, my mate Alexander rejected our mate bond and then turned around and marked Sarah instead. While I endured the pack's vicious gossip, Alexander's brother Ethan marked me in front of the whole pack. Five years into our marriage, I had miscarried five times, and had finally managed to conceive again. Ethan held me carefully, spinning me around with joy. I thought I had found true love until I overheard that Ethan had asked the therapist to give me abortion pills five times before.

A taser gun. I stared at her wide eyed as she turned it on, her green eyes deflected the electricity as it crackled. "I met my mate, and I was made to reject him. You have no idea how it hurt, all because he was a rogue. And now, here you are , he's letting you live, finely. I won't let that happen, you're a fucking rogue and you deserve no mercy " she whispered quietly then she connected the taser with my neck, I screamed as my body shook viciously, the electricity coursing through my body. Mira couldn't help much, the wolfsbane had rendered me helpless.

Rowan's rider met them at the halfway point with a full escort of pack warriors, and Sera felt something in her chest loosen at the sight of them — real protection, finally, instead of four exhausted people running on instinct and adrenaline. They reached the pack border as the sun began to dip low, the same tree line Sera had crossed alone eight months ago in the dark, terrified and pregnant and utterly certain she'd never see this place again. She felt it the moment they crossed — not just the physical return, but something deeper, the mate bond she'd believed severed for eight months suddenly flaring back to life in her chest, sharp and undeniable, exactly the way Kael had described feeli