Luna Amelia

Maybe I’ll Make History

Chapter Two

*Westleyan*

I find myself getting ready once again for the same party. It’s an honor, of course—Alpha of the Year is a big deal—but the last three years have been the same thing. I’ve attended all three celebrations with a beautiful, amazing girl… but she isn’t my mate, and the older I get, the more desperate I am to find her. I’m only twenty-six, which isn’t old by any means, but in the wolf world, you’re able to find your mate once you turn sixteen years old, and every year after that in which you don’t find them, the more desperate you become—the need for a person you’ve never met so strong that it could drive you insane. 

Delilah has already found her mate, but unfortunately he was a human man who already had a wife and children. Her rejection still hurts her, but we don’t discuss it. She’s afraid that I’ll find a mate, but I’m afraid that I don’t have one of my own. I worry that I won’t have anyone to share the mate bond with, that I’ll never connect with anyone on such an intimate level. I don’t vocalize these fears, though, for obvious reasons—an Alpha never shows doubt or fear. 

Lilah smiles at me as she straightens my tie and smooths my collar, her hands lingering on my chest. I catch a strand of her golden hair and tuck it behind her ear. 

“You’re looking awfully handsome, Alpha,” she says softly. 

I grin at her, not letting on that I’m having any doubts about her. She’s perfect, so what is there to even doubt?

“You look gorgeous, as well, love,” I reply, earning a long, tempting kiss from this incredible girl. I pull her closer to me, crushing her to my chest, lingering on her lips and never wanting to leave. She smells like lavender and honey—intoxicating. 

Someone clears their throat behind us and we reluctantly pull apart. 

“Father,” I greet him formally, discreetly letting him know not to say anything about my relationship in front of Delilah. However, she catches on and excuses herself, nodding her acknowledgement to my father on her way out. “Whatever you have to say,” I begin, sighing, “I don’t want to hear it.”

“She isn’t your mate,” my father reminds me disdainfully. “You’re getting too serious about her,” he warns. I growl. “She’s lovely,” he adds quickly. “But, be serious Westleyan. How is this going to end? You’ll find your mate soon, and she’s only going to wind up getting hurt. Is that what you want?”

He’s right, but I won’t admit it. 

“I don’t even know if I have a mate. I haven’t felt lately like I may have a connection with anyone but Delilah. Why can’t that be enough?”

I already know the answer. My entire being longs for a mate. Sadly, Delilah will never be enough to completely satisfy me. She knows this as well. 

“Of course you have a mate!” He disagrees vehemently. “What would make you say that? No Alpha in history has ever been mateless.”

“Maybe I’ll make history then,” I smirk, my joke falling on deaf ears. “Seriously, though. My relationship with Delilah is no concern of yours.”

“You know how the werewolf world works, Westleyan! You’re being disrespectful to your mate!”

I growl, loud and feral, snarls escaping clenched teeth. “I am not being disrespectful to my mate! You don’t know anything about our relationship, or the extent thereof! Now if you don’t mind—I have a party to attend.”

I brush past him and head out of my dressing room and down the stairs, straight into the ballroom. Guests are already arriving, mingling amongst themselves. I spot Delilah chatting with her mother and she gives me a small smile and a wave. I nod in her direction. We do try to be a tad more discreet in public.

I find my Beta, Jarron, discussing human news with his mate’s family. 

“Ask West!” He exclaims, swiftly pulling me into his conversation. “Humans are an integral cog in the werewolf machine! We don’t need them, obviously, but we can benefit from them. There’s no point in denying it.”

“They are beneficial nuisances,” I agree blandly. 

“Even Alpha West doesn’t want to commingle with the human population!” Antione, my Zeta, laughs. “We don’t need to rely on humans for basic necessities. End of story.”

“It’s not basic necessities that I’m talking about!” He argues, exasperated. 

I laugh and pat his shoulder encouragingly, but I need to escape this conversation. Discussions of politics outside of the board room is typically a bad idea. 

I walk through the party in a blur. Something feels different this year. Like I’m missing something important. I should have my mate by my side. I feel her absence like real physical pain. I look around at the people passing by, many congratulating me on another year as reigning Alpha, but I thank them and move on. I’m looking for her. I can’t wait anymore. My wolf is lonely, making rash decisions and losing control of his temper. He needs his other half to balance him out, and suddenly I know that she’s here. 

My heart is racing as I search for her, the air in my lungs like fire. I’ve never felt anything like this—this sense of premonition. This sense of just knowing that she’s here is driving me wild. My wolf can sense her, too, and I can barely contain the grin fighting its way to my face knowing that this is going to happen. 

I’m on a blind search when my attention is finally piqued—but not by my mate. 

“What do you think you’re doing here, rogue?” Jarron, my Beta demands of a man leaning against the wall, a lazy smile on his face, as though he hasn’t a care in the world. As though he hasn’t just stumbled into an Alpha of the Year party when he’s basically the werewolf version of a wanted felon. 

“I heard there was a party,” he laughs. Jarron growls and I approach the situation cautiously. He smiles wider when he sees me. “Alpha! Nice to make your acquaintance. I’m just looking for someone and then I’ll be out of your hair.”

“Like hell you are,” I tell him calmly. “Your time at this party is up. Now.”

“There!” He growls, his eyes focused in on someone at the bar across the room. Just then I see more rogues step apart from the guests, making themselves known. They shift, all looking in the direction of the bar. 

Instantaneously, all of my guards and myself are shifting as well. A few guests begin to flee, and a few others shift down, ready to join the fight. I race to the bar, my wolf, Hades, slinging wolves by their necks out of our way as we go. I’m about to pounce on the ringleader when I see her. She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, backed up against the bar, the rogue snarling at her viscously. Her eyes meet mine and sparks shoot through my entire body. There is no recognition in her eyes, but I don’t have time to ponder it. I pounce on the rogue, tackling him to the ground and she makes a run for it. 

Panic rises in my chest and I leave Antione to finish him off, in search of my mate.

She couldn’t go too far, could she?

She wouldn’t leave after having just found her mate?

After looking around and coming up empty handed, I realize that the startling answer to my question is yes. She did leave me.