Chapter 2
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My heart stuttered in my chest as the powerful figure stepped further into the hall, his presence suffocating and undeniable. The air grew thicker with tension, the murmurs of the pack fading into an eerie silence.
I couldn't look away.
Everything about him demanded attention, the way his broad shoulders filled the space, the way his sharp jaw clenched with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. His silver eyes burned with something primal, locking onto mine as if I was the only thing in existence.
I felt my breath hitched.
He was devastingly handsome, but not in the charming, polished way of noble werewolves I had met before. No, his beauty was raw, dangerous, like a storm that could destroy everything in its path. The sharp angles of his face, the controlled but predatory way he moved, waves…It was intoxicating.
My wolf stirred inside me, restless, drawn to him in a way that made my pulse quicken.
But then.
He spoke.
“Alpha Gregory,” his deep voice carried through the hall, thick with authority, “I've come for what is mine.”
My father, standing tall with his Beta beside him, straightened. “And who are you to claim my daughter?” His tone was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge beneath it. The Alpha of the pack would never allow an unmistakable edge beneath it. The Alpha of the pack would never allow an outsider to walk in and stake a claim without proving his worth.
The man lips curled slightly, amusement flickering in his gaze before he answered, “I'm Alpha Killian. Alpha King of the silver claw pack.”
The room turned deathly still.
My heart plummeted.
Alpha Killian.
The Alpha King of the silver claw pack.
I had heard the stories, everyone had. He was the most feared Alpha in the land, ruler over the strongest werewolf kingdom, ruthless, unforgiving.
A warrior who had bathed in the blood of his enemies, who crushed those who dared to defy him.
He was the monster whispered about in dark corners, the ruler who never bowed to anyone.
And he was my mate.
My blood turned cold.
The mark on my back burned hotter, as If it had been seared into.
My flesh by the very presence of the man standing before me.
My father's jaw tightened. He too had heard the stories. His pack warriors shifted uneasily.
But Killian was unbotherd by the tension in the room. He took another step forward, his gaze never leaving me.
“ You have no need to fear me,” he said, his voice softer now, yet still carrying the weight of someone used to absolute control. “I have my hands trembled at my sides.”
Fate had given me to him.
To the most feared Alpha in existence.
And there was no escape.
My father, Alpha Gregory eyes darkened as he studied Killian, though he was a powerful Alpha himself, even he knew better than to underestimate the infamous Alpha king. But no matter who Killian was, no one would take me, his daughter without proof.
“If you can claim my daughter as your fated mate,” Alpha Gregory said, his voice firm, “then you must prove it “
A dangerous smirked ghosted across Alpha Killian's lips. He had expected resistance. “Very well.”
The room buzzed with anticipation as the tension grew thicker. Some pack members shifted on their feets, warriors ready to intervene if necessary. But Alpha Killian's gaze never wavered from me.
“Come here, Selena,” he commanded, his voice dark and unwavering.
My breath hitched. My wolf stirred at his call, responding instinctively to his dominance. But my human side hesitated. I had spent years wondering about my mate, dreaming about the moment I would meet him. I never imagined it would be him.
Yet, despite the fear curling in my stomach, my feet moved forward, as if drawn by an unseen force.
I stepped toward him, my pulse hammering in my ears. The closer I got, the stronger the pull became, an invisible tether tying me to him. The mark on my back burned again, sending heat licking up my spine.
Alpha Killian lifted a hand but didn't touch me. Instead, his silver eyes darkened, as if sensing something no one else could.
“Do you feel it?” He murmured, his voice low and rough, meant only for me to hear.
I swallowed hard. Yes.
It was undeniable now. The invisible energy that pulled me towards him was unlike anything I had ever felt before.
And then.
Alpha Killian's fingers brushed against my wrist, just barely.
A shockwave of energy surged through my body, like fire and lightning intertwining, burning through my veins. My breath left me in a sharp gasp as the bond ignited between us, a force so strong it almost brought me to my knees.
The entire room gasped.
My mother clutched her chest. Helena's eyes went wide. The pack warriors exchanged stunned glances.
And then my father saw it.
As Alpha Killian's touch ignited the bond, my mark, his mark glowed brighter, shimmering beneath my skin.
The truth was undeniable.
I had been tattooed by fate before I had even met him.
A murmur of shock spread through the pack.
This wasn't an ordinary mate bond. No Werewolf received their mark before meeting their nate not unless the moon goddess herself has intervened.
“This…..this is a special bond,” my mother whispered in awe.
Alpha Gregory's lips pressed into a thin line as he stared at the glowing mark on my back. It was proof. Undeniable, irreversible proof.
Alpha Killian smirked, victorious.
“She was always meant to be mine.”
The tension in the hall shifted from shock to solemn acceptance. With the undeniable proof of the glowing mark on my back, Alpha Gregory had no choice but to acknowledge the bond between I his daughter and the most feared Alpha King in existence.
The pack elder stepped forward murmuring among themselves, before one of them addressed Alpha Killian and I. “We've to perform the bond rite. The sacred sacrifice must be made to seal the fated bond between you.”
My heart pounded. This was happening I barely knew Alpha Killian, yet fate has tied me to him in a way no werewolf had ever experienced before.
But just as the ritual was about to begin.
A powerful, earth shaking presence filled the air.
My body tensed as a strange, uncontrollable force pulled at my soul. My inner wolf stirred violently, my breath catching as my head snapped toward the massive wooden doors of the hall.
A scent, rich powerful, intoxicating, not Alpha Killian. Wrapped around my senses like a drug. It was primal, commanding, familiar in a way that made no sense.
Two mates bond.
One standing before me.
Another approaching.
How was that possible?
The pull grew stronger, my heartbeat syncing with the presence that draw nearer.
My wolf was on edge, urging me forward, aching for the approaching, just as much as it has for Alpha Killian.
And then.
The grand doors burst open with a force that sent a gust of wind spiraling through the room.
A second Alpha strode in, his aura just as powerful. If not more than Alpha Killian's. His presence demanded attention, a Storm in human form, dressed in dark suit that hugged his battle hardened frame. His golden eyes burned with an intensity that rivaled the shiver fire in Alpha Killian's eyes.
My breath hitched as the truth struck me like a lightning bolt.
Two mates.
Two Alphas.
My world titled, the weight of this impossible revelation crushing me.
The newcomer's gaze locked onto Alpha Killian first before slowly shifting to mine.
Possessive. Knowing.calming.
And then, his lip curved into a smirk as he spoke, his voice rich with amusement and something far more dangerous.
“Brother….so fast in taking our mate away already?”
A collective gasp rippled through the hall.
I staggered back.
Their mate?
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