Chapter 1:Allure
Princess Isabella of the blood moon pack was known far and wide for her beauty and grace. She had spent her entire life sheltered within the walls of the castle, attending royal events and performing her duties as a princess with poise and elegance. But deep down, Isabella longed for something more – something that could not be found within the confines of her gilded prison.
One evening, a grand gala was held in honor of Isabella's seventeenth birthday. The castle was ablaze with lights and music, and the nobles of the kingdom danced and laughed in celebration. But as Isabella moved through the crowd, greeting her guests with a smile that did not quite reach her eyes, she felt a sense of emptiness that she could not shake.
It was then that she noticed him – a tall and striking man standing in the shadows near the entrance to the ballroom. He was dressed in a sleek black suit that accentuated his powerful frame, and his dark eyes glittered with a hint of mischief as they locked with Isabella's own.
Intrigued by this mysterious stranger, Isabella felt a flutter of excitement in her chest. She had never seen him before, and she was captivated by the air of confidence that surrounded him like a cloak. Without knowing why, she found herself drawn to him, unable to resist the pull of his magnetic presence.
As the night wore on, the man made his way through the crowd, his eyes never leaving Isabella's face. He moved with a sleek and predatory grace that set him apart from the other guests, and Isabella found herself holding her breath as he approached her.
"MATE," he said in his heart. "I have heard much about you, but words cannot do justice to your beauty."
Isabella felt herself blushing at the man's bold words, but she could not deny the thrill that raced through her veins at his gaze. Despite herself, she found that she was strangely drawn to him, and she could not tear her eyes away from his intense stare.
"And who might you be, sir?" Isabella asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
The man smiled, a smile that sent shivers down Isabella's spine. "I am Alexander Wolfe," he said. "and I have come to claim you , he said with clenched teeth in his heart .
Alexander had always longed to meet his mate but not this sooner , he knew she was his mate and that she was smoldered by his appearance and felt a pool towards him but he was not willing to accept her now so he decided to wait for her on her eighteenth birthday when she will recognize him as her mate.
They exchanged pleasantries and everyone carried on with their activities for the night at the charity event.
