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I asked. “That she existed,” Mabella said. “That it was serious enough for her to think she gets a say in what’s next for us.” She paused. “That Alfredo De Luca has a story with a beautiful pack woman isn’t exactly shocking.” “She’s not...” I started. “She is,” Mabella cut in, matter-of-fact. “I’m not blind.” I just looked at her for a moment.

Melanie and I sat in the middle, while the mated ladies sat at the edges and I think it was because the seats next to them are meant for the mate's each. I breathed trying to erase the previous minutes out of my mind. The room was half filled by the time we arrived and it was almost completely full now. Pack members came over to the table to extend greetings. My social battery was beginning to flash red. It was truly exhausting. The buzz in my back grew but it was still bearable. I could manage until maybe an hour or two before calling it a night. Mira and Female beta Neila walked towards our table. Beta Neila held two children, one in her arms and one by her side.

LIORA'S POV The Mate Lottery is our kingdom’s most sacred tradition. It happens only once a year and every citizen of Verolia who has reached the eligible age is expected to participate, so by the will of the goddess of love, Isolde, everyone will be matched with a loving mate.

He folds his hands behind his head then leans backwards into the grass watching the clouds go by. “My Mate? What if she is my mate and she just didn’t see it yet?” Ezra looks questioning over to his friend who is trying to stay as calm and relaxed as he can. “Believe me Ez, if she was your Mate, you would know. It hits you and all out of a sudden only she matters to you. Everything and everyone else becomes unimportant. You see the World in a different light. She is what keeps you breathing even when you feel like there is nothing left to live for… Her pure existence keeps your world from falling apart.” Nero closes his eyes to keep himself from falling apart.

I poured myself a glass of the amber liquid, ignoring Leo's horrified gaze. "Dude, that's messed up," Leo said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You can't just marry someone you've only known for a few days. It's not right. I mean we're talking about your future Luna here. How could you be so reckless?" "Isabella is my mate," I downed the liquor in one gulp and let the burn distract me from my seething rage. "And I assure you, there will be no problem."

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.”

Isabella fought against losing her consciousness for a few moments until she grew weary and collapsed into his arms. “Isabella…” he continued to say as he held her body closer to his. “She’s my mate.” --- Isabella opened her eyes slowly and found herself staring into a familiar ceiling. A light headache pounded against her temples as she groaned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes with the back of her hand. It was nighttime and the room was dark, with only the silvery moonlight streaming in through the window, but she still managed to look at her wrist and realize that her bruise was no longer there.

Miral spoke in a loud tone. Aditya looked at her, eager to hear her words. Miral walked towards him, standing in front of him, at a distance of no more than an inch, peering into his eyes with sheer confidence. "I am an MLA now, so remember one thing. If you cross your limits, I will crumble you like a piece of paper, and you know now, I am that powerful. You were the one who gave the idea of this power to me," she spoke in a threatening tone.

“Exactly. It’s all a show. A farce. They’ve built their reputation, their entire damn empire, on a bluff.” I stare at him, the weight of his words settling in. The Moon’s Tears, the most coveted relic among packs, a gem believed to amplify the strength of an Alpha’s bond with their pack, supposedly in their possession this entire time and also awaken the Bamboo Alpha, doesn’t exist. The Nardoos have been lying to everyone, including their allies.

I pick it up, flipping it over to examine the elegant silver embossed font on the cover. “A charity auction catalog?” I ask, lifting a skeptical eyebrow as I look up at him. “Why the hell are you bringing me luxury retail listings, Max? We have an active mafia war brewing.” “Open it,” Max says coolly, dropping his heavy weight into the leather armchair across from me and crossing his legs. “Turn straight to page twelve.”