My Mate, King Of The North.

Welcome To The North

June's Pov.

The Pack Castle Of The North was huge and beautiful, decorated with flowers and stone wolf warriors.

“Welcome to the North, Miss Thane,” An elderly lady said as she welcomed me inside the building.

“You can call me Agatha, I oversee everything concerning the Pack Castle including selecting your maids”

“Maids?”

“Yes, maids,” she confirmed, but I didn't care much. My eyes were roaming in the pleasant views of the walls, the drawing on them was so beautiful that it gave this heaven aura on it.

“You must be Hadrian's bride-to-be,” a feminine voice came behind me; I turned to see the most stunning red-haired lady looking intensely at me. Her height was a bit taller than me, her lips were unpainted and full, she wore a warrior outfit, and beside her was another gorgeous lady.

Even more gorgeous than her, she had black hair with really huge big blue eyes that glinted with excitement.

“Ahh, pardon me for not introducing you all sooner,” Agatha said. “This is Alpha's brides in waiting”

I blinked before dragging my eyes to Agatha who nervously chuckled.

“Brides in waiting?”

“Yes, that's Lady Anya” she gestured at the red hair before turning towards the other one. “ And this is Lady Pamela. They're both betas”

This was some twist I wasn't expecting. I didn't recall reading anything about Hadrian's brides in waiting; that's some fancy titles he used to trap them. Probably using them to warm his bed.

“And you are…?

I snapped out of my thoughts and stared at the red hair, not knowing what to answer her. My name's June Parker, a 30-year-old cancer patient who had just died and was reborn as Gwendolyn Thane, who will still die by their husband.

‘Their husband’

I chuckle at the thought of that, so Gwendolyn will have to share a man with these two ladies. At least it would give me enough time to figure out what the hell was going on and how to survive, if possible, escape from the sealed fate the author had signed for her.

“Gwendolyn Thane” I smiled, bowing my head slightly. Though we may be brides in waiting for that monster, they're still of higher rank than I am, so I will have to pay them their respect.

“I see you've met each other”

His voice came out of nowhere before he could appear, wearing a smug on his face. His hair was somehow wet which I assumed maybe he might have had his bath or was it sweat.

He was shirtless, showcasing his perfect abs and that v-line that disappeared into his pants. I got myself drooling for his man; in all my years, I'd never seen a man as hot and fit as him.

“Are you speechless?” His gaze met mine, and my wolf acted again.

‘Lyra wants our mate,' she growled and then stirred with excitement. Funny how simple-minded wolves are, truly unaware that he was the one behind Gwen's demise. Not yet but soon.

Lady Pamela rushed to Alpha Hadrian's side, linking her arms to his.

“Did you let Regan out on a run?” She fluttered her eyelashes while talking in a small-pitched voice. “You should invite me some time, I'm sure my wolf would love to sprint with Regan”

‘Get your hands off our mate’ Lyra growled, consumed by jealousy and rage. She wanted to be let out to attack Pamela but I refused.

‘Not now’ I said to her. ‘maybe sometime but not now’

“Where's my room?” I turned to Agatha, ignoring the obvious flirting lady Pamela was making at Alpha Hadrian. It wasn't my concern, though it angered Lyra but she can't do anything without me giving her the permission to.

“Ahh, come with me.” Agatha bowed to Alpha Hadrian before asking me to follow her.

The room wasn't all big, just a moderate side. But it was a little big compared to the living room of my penthouse in New York, and it was mostly empty except for the big-sized bed, a wardrobe, and a vanity table.

“You should get some rest before the packs dinner” she smiled at me.

“What's the packed dinner?” I asked since I have no clue how the world I'm inside works.

“Every high-ranking official has dinner with our Alpha once a month, and today is the day.” I nodded, though I couldn't understand the need for it. “During this dinner, the men will talk brag about their strengths and mostly talk about how to protect the pack castle”

“And the women?” I noticed the way her eyes dropped as I popped out that question.

“Women are not allowed to speak at such dinner, all we do is entertain the male wolves”

“That's bullshit” I cursed without realizing it. “Sorry”

I apologized for my choice of words, and she smiled and nodded slowly.

“I'll send a maid to you in about an hour to get you prepared for dinner.” She bowed slightly before leaving me alone in the room.

The North was something else; if a woman couldn't speak during the packed dinner, then it seemed like they were only keeping the women for their pleasures.

All this charade about brides in waiting was just another lie to rack up s*x slaves to entertain him whenever and however he wanted.

Fuck Hadrian Hawthorne.

If that's what he brought me here for, then he's wrong because I refuse to be like others. God only knows how many others were in this position before Me.

‘Let's go see our mate,' Lyra growled.

I hissed. “Gurl you're not even horny so chill the f**k out”

*****

That night, some minutes before the packed dinner, I heard screams.

Loud and scared.

I quickly put on a robe over my sleeping wear and hurried in the direction of the scream. I was hearing voices, growls, and pleading.

When I got there, I couldn't believe my eyes. Blood was on the floor, alongside body parts that were scattered all over the place. Another scream snapped me out of my thoughts, and I glanced in the direction of it.

A huge black furry being, with elongated fingers and fangs had just killed a lady. Ripping her body into two, a small cry escaped my throat as my legs gave out. Its face turned towards me, glowing red eyes, I sure didn't die as they told me that I had drowned myself. Was I going to die here?

I pushed that thought to the back of my mind, and when the being had gotten to where I was, its paws reached out to tear me into halves. I screamed, no, I cried out….

“HADRIAN!”