Novel & Cerita The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

"You know that's not possible son. You are aware of the fact that these things don't happen that way, no reasonable Alpha has ever had more than one mate in the history of this pack." "Then let it start from me, Mom! As I said earlier, I can't wait to be crowned so I would be able to change and rewrite all these childish rules of this pack." I yelled back at her furiously. "I have made my decision and no one can stop it. And if the elders ever feel like I can't have two mates, then they can as well get me one themselves because I will certainly never get back to hunting for a mate."

“…I think we should at least figure out how we’re going to survive this. Together.” Asher grinned. “Survive? Sweetheart, you make it sound like we’re a pack of wild beasts.” I glared. He shut up. “First rule.” I lifted a finger. “No more fighting. I mean it. You’re all strong enough to break walls…maybe each other. And people are already staring at us. I'm not starting my life as your mate with everyone whispering that you're maniacs.” Aiden’s jaw clenched. “He kissed you.”

“I-I don’t want to f-force someone to be my mate if they don’t want to be.” Kennedy shakes her head. “That’s not how mates work. You get what you get, and if you don’t like it, there’s a way to go about it. You don’t just use someone so you don’t go into rut and then throw them away afterwards like trash. Males in this pack—” Her nostrils flare. “They get away with everything.” They do.

But the top two were vital. Rule number one would always stand … no marking or mating a pup that didn’t yet have it’s wolf. Rule number two, absolutely no child abuse or sexual assault of any kind. Either offense would be punishable by having a hand or other appendage cut off and you would be immediately exiled from any of our packs. Predators of women and pups are the worst kind of scum. After the meeting, there was to be a large party, held at the Blood Moon packlands. We all agreed to have large parties two to three times a year to encourage mates to find each other and for our packs to grow.

I tried to keep my voice calm, practicing the breathing exercise despite the chaos that was currently taking place inside of me. Micah released another deep breath, his legs tapping on the tile, and I was almost reaching, wishing I could touch him to ease him, but I stayed put. “It is written in the laws of the pack that a male can take another mate if he refuses to mark his chosen one within some weeks.” My breath hitched, my pulse roaring in my veins as I processed the words he had just said, and finally my mouth opened.

I muttered to myself as I left the company to the pack council. “Any woman who by chance becomes the first alpha to this pack, shall not be mate with anybody lower than her title, she must only be a mate to an Alpha of her class, if she by any means goes against this rule, she must then step down from being the Alpha and must therefore transfer her title to another member of the pack who is next in line” That was the only thing I could hear ringing in my mind while I drove to the council. Avila on the other hand seemed to be sad as I couldn't connect with her anymore.

Looking ahead and finishing this was the only option I'd got. It was the way forward. The idea behind mate relationships in the San Francisco pack community is that It's no big deal being mateless but whichever way it turns out with your mate, the safety rule has always been 'Don't get rejected'. You could be mateless and still live your life well for some time. But once you're rejected, It's over. And the question I asked about not finding mates during the next Lunar Convergence was only a concerned thought. Deep down in my heart, I didn't want that to be the case.

I mumble, pulling myself from Virginia's arms and run from the room. I run. I don't stop; I just run. RULES LEFT UNBROKEN; 1) no sex 4) one on one; no introducing friends 5) 1 year max 6) one date per week each 9) the unsuccessful mate loses bond but no falling out between family members 10) no boasting, bribing or blackmailing.

Today was the day I was supposed to bind his pack and mine together. The panic had given way to fear now, and my hands began to tremble. The universal rule of all packs was a single order. “There will be no killing among the pack, for we are family.” “No, no, no,” I whispered, shaking my head violently, from side to side. This couldn’t be happening. I’d broken the number rule. I knew it was me, the flesh on my fingertips and the blood was enough evidence. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to wake up from this nightmare, but the coppery scent of blood was too strong, and my pulse pounded louder, more frantic in my eyes. I tried to call out to my wolf, but even she was silent.

None of this did. “Sorry, Jane,” she practically purred, “I ruined your big surprise!” She pouted, the expression supposed, I thought, to look apologetic. It just looked smug. “I shouldn’t have let it slip, but these are our pack’s rules, I’m afraid. When you find your mate, you have to report it to the Alpha.” She blinked up at Hunter with soft eyes. “Right, honey?”