Mate Made In Hell

Arabella Caine

(Four weeks ago)



Arabella's green eyes were narrowed as she scanned herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were streaked with mud and scratches from the early morning training session with Eoren, one of the warriors and her mentor, and Lois, her best friend's brother and beta of their small pack, Wild Sapphire.

She smiled when she remembered how she had sneakily made the log of the man fall to his feet. Lois was surprised. He had laughed loudly and called Arabella a sly fox. She was, too.

What she lacked in size, she made up with her wit and quick thinking. Eoren was very proud. She said that Arabella was becoming much better these days and it made Arabella happy. She had been training a lot and it was showing in her posture, in her techniques.

Arabella rubbed her face, wiping the mud off of her face, when the door to her room banged open without even so much of a polite knocking. Of course, Ziya didn't know anything about politeness or knocking.

Ziya Cullen, her best friend, stood there, leaning against the door, a smirk on her red lips as she scanned Arabella from top to bottom.

"What?" Arabella snapped and Ziya just shrugged as she walked inside with a shake of her head. Ziya was an omega, but there was something about her... something that made her stronger than anyone.

Ziya was also smart and she was loyal, stubborn and persistent. That was why she and Arabella had become quick friends.

Arabella made sure that Ziya would get whatever place she wanted in the pack. What was the use of being the Alpha's sister if she couldn't get what she wanted? She wanted a lot, and Adam always gave in. Ziya may be an omega, but she wanted to become the pack doctor.

Ziya was now in her second year at Zee-Duklee School of Medicine, located in Zarique, the city of literates.

The time Arabella could see her best friend was rare and rather few these days, but whenever they were together, they painted their pack land and cities red with their other best friend, Becca. Not literally, just metaphorically.

"You are hopeless." Ziya said as she unwrapped her stole and placed it on Arabella's bed before she turned to Arabella and made a face. "Go and wash yourself, first. God, so dirty. I am ashamed to call you my best friend."

Arabella huffed and poked her tongue out. "But I am the only one brave enough to become your best friend. Oh, and Becca." Arabella teased as she looked at her best friend with a smile.

"I will help you get ready for the Coronation Ball. If I let you to your own device, you would go there wearing one of your muddy jackets and ratty trousers." Ziya sniffed as her dark gray eyes scanned her, and Arabella groaned in irritation.

"I don't even want to go, but Adam is adamant about going there. He is exhilarated that he might finally meet his mate, and he also wants me to meet my mate. I have long given up finding my mate, you know." Arabella shrugged. "But I do hope that Adam finally meets his mate."

"Oh, we will find our mate soon and it is going to be freaking amazing. I just hope you don't go and do something disgraceful as you always do, like pouring hot soup on that poor guy who dared to take you on a date." Kia, her wolf, said in her head, her voice a sarcastic lilt. "Poor guy! I worry that he might not get to have pups!"

Arabella's wolf was often very demanding and sarcastic, but she loved the damned beast nonetheless.

"Yeah, I love you too, you snobby b*tch." Arabella said with a huff.

Arabella Caine and her wolf, Kia, had been looking forward to meeting their mate for a long, long time.

She was turning twenty-two tomorrow and she still hadn't found her mate, and she longed to find her mate.

She wanted to feel the mate bond everyone kept telling her about, including her other best friend, Becca. That instant connection. The undeniable attraction. The calling of blood. The emotional bond. Oh, just thinking about it made her feel giddy.

Tonight, she had to go to attend the coronation ceremony of the new Alpha of the Blood Stone Pack.

Every neighboring pack, big and small from the realm of Vérfarkas—the realm of Lycans and Werewolves in Euretya—was invited, and there would be a lot of wolves attending from every pack.

It would be a chance to meet the mates for the unmated wolves in these kinds of ceremonies, and most of the single wolves would be in attendance, but Arabella didn't really want to go, because everything she had ever heard about the Blood Stone pack was bad. Blood chillingly horrid.

The new Alpha was going to get crowned. His father, the former Alpha, was said to be a sadistic monster, or so she had heard.

He had killed his own mate, and now he spent his time with every she-wolf who wanted to bed an Alpha. She had also heard that every omega in the Blood Stone pack lived like a slave and servant. The bottom of the bottom.

Arabella couldn't believe how they were still so backward thinking. Times had changed, but some wolves were still so stuck in their narrow cages, willfully grabbing on to their narrow ideals. Arabella was grateful her brother was man enough to accept whatever Arabella had proposed be changed in their pack.

"We all hope for a Luna as amazing as Alpha Adam." Ziya said, her eyes twinkling in adoration and respect.

Adam was the one who was paying for Ziya's education, because he claimed that Ziya was just as much a sister to him as Arabella was.

Arabella and Adam had made sure that every Omega was given an equal opportunity to become whatever they wanted in life, when they had started to overlook pack duties.

Now the omegas in their pack could become a doctor, accountant, teacher, or whatever. Some of the older Omegas still chose manual jobs, but it was not forced upon them. They do what they do with heart and happiness. It was their choice.

After all, to run a pack smoothly, they needed people who chose the job of cooking and cleaning, too.

Arabella sometimes helped the six cooks that worked in the kitchen whenever she could. She loved cooking as much as she loved sparring in the mud with men and women.

There was something truly therapeutic about kicking a guy to the ground who was twice your size and cooking a spicy lamb curry. She loved both. So Arabella usually took time to help the cooks with dinner.

She also had cooking lessons from their head cook, Mama Thompson—as she called her Mama T— who had been their cook since her parents were the Alpha and the Luna. Her parents were no longer alive. They were killed in a car accident when she was just thirteen.

After that, Adam Caine, who was just eighteen-year-old at the time of their parents' death, had become the Alpha of the Wild Sapphire pack, her guardian and her everything.

Adam did every one of his duties with an equal amount of strength and consideration. That was why everyone in their pack not only respected, but also liked Adam.

Adam was a marvelous Alpha, an amazing person, a strong wolf and a brave leader. She was always proud of her brother for all that he had achieved, without any proper guidance from their parents. Adam was now twenty-seven, but he still hadn't met his mate.

Adam was quite busy dealing with the pack after he turned eighteen, and then their parents died, and Adam became more busy.

Arabella prayed every day that her brother would meet his mate soon. She wanted him to have someone who would look after him, take care of him, just as he had looked after everyone else.

"I send prayers to the moon goddess every night." Arabella said with a wistful look in her soft green eyes, as Viò, her pet Djorn, curled around her shoulder and cooed softly as if she understood. Arabella touched her scaly skin with a smile.

"I do, too." Ziya said as Arabella whispered to Viò to get down. The scaly serpent slithered down, its sharp tail swishing, showing her displeasure.

Arabella walked towards the bathroom, and washed herself.

Ziya opened Arabella's closet and frowned when she looked through the dresses. "This here, it is what a man would have in his wardrobe. No respectable lady would-" Ziya paused and shook her head.

"It is practical, efficient and comfortable," Arabella shrugged. She had always been a practical person. She loved her life complication free, at least in the areas she could control. Dresses, according to her, were the very explanation of a complication, especially when one ran around the pack, overseeing everything. She didn't want that.

"Yes, it is you, alright," Ziya said as she grabbed Arabella's hand. "We are going to see Becca."

"Becca wears things that show half her breasts and all of her ass," Arabella said with a frown.

"She must have something decent." Ziya was optimistic, but Arabella wasn't.

Becca was the third one in the Troublesome Trios. The three girls had been inseparable since they first sat together in kindergarten class.

Becca Wendall was the sister of their beta, Lois Wendall, who was Adam's best friend. And Becca had an obscene attraction to dresses that were made of odd scraps of clothes that showed more than they cover.

Becca!

Arabella grunted, but trudged along, following Ziya. When Ziya had an idea, she would not rest until she brought it to life. There was no use in refusing.

Best friends! What would you do with them?!

"Becca... Becca." Ziya pounded on the door and Arabella and Ziya stopped when they heard a long moan from inside the door.

"Shīt. She is at it again. I don't know how she can do it twenty four by seven." Arabella shrunk her nose as a soft scrēam teased her ears.

"Yes, baby, Liam... fûck. Yesssss...Mmhmm... kiss it right... ahh... baby... suck me..." Becca moaned and then there were some wet noises, sucking sounds and more disturbing sounds that made Arabella shudder.

"We should leave." Arabella said with a frown and Ziya shrugged. It was not new to Arabella, but still, she felt awkward every time she caught her best friend going at it with her mate.

She even caught their wolves one night while she was running and the image was inscribed on her head... it was a nightmare.

Liam and Becca had been mated since they were both eighteen, which was the official age when most of the shapeshifters found their mates. They usually shifted at sixteen or seventeen, depending on their bloodlines.

After a year in to the shift when the wolves grew stronger, one could smell their mate, the pheromones and s*x hormones, and identify the other.

Since the first day Becca found her mate, they had been like rabid wolves... Always finding a place to have s*x. Arabella and Ziya had hoped that it would fade with time. But from the current growling coming from inside the room, it hadn't faded. Not at all.

"Bec... Rebecca. You can fûck your mate later, you horny bītch. Come out now." Ziya said, and after a deep grunt and another scream, Arabella could hear Becca cursing and then she heard the soft padding of the feet on the wooden floor.

Becca opened the door, wearing only a blanket around her body, and glared at her best friends.

"What is your problem, you idiōt? Why are you being a massive pain in the ass right now?" Becca grunted as she rubbed her flushed cheeks with her hands and looked at Ziya with a frown.

"Hoes before mates, Bec. Don't you know? Now, we need one of your dresses that is not close to what a woman of night might wear. Something decent. Bella is going to a ball and she might find her elusive mate."

"Even hookers in Huyleyn Cross have on more than Bec." Arabella huffed and Becca poked her tongue out.

"And dressing like a hooker is better than dressing like a prude. At least, hookers get some action! You get none!" Kia scoffed inside her head.

"Shut up, you horny mutt!"

"Come on in, bītches, and don't look at my mate." Becca said as she opened the door wide. The girls walked in and Liam saluted them, unhurriedly pulling up a pillow over his private part. They ignored him. Seeing him like this was nothing new for them.

For the first few months, Becca and Liam hadn't understood the concept of privacy or rooms and so they fûcked every damn where. Literally everywhere.

Becca opened the large closet filled with dresses, and more dresses. Arabella had seen it a million times, but it still awed her. Becca had an unseemly addiction to dresses.

Ziya went through a few of the dresses before she picked out a sapphire blue dress and Becca nodded with a glint in her eyes. "I love it. This is it. It even has our pack colors." Ziya said. Their pack, Wild Sapphire, might be the smallest one around, but they were still proud people.

"I don't." Arabella winced as she looked at the dress. It was a backless dress with a plunging neckline, and the dress had a long slit up to her right knee. The neckline was deep. Not her kind of dress.

"Nobody cares what you think," Ziya said as they walked outside and Becca closed the door behind them, probably for round two.

Arabella rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Oh, I can't wait to find our mate. I would never want to leave my room once I find him!" Kia mewled.

"Again, you wanton creature, shut up!"

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Note: I am excited to start this story, and build a totally new world in it - The Kingdom of Euretya. Hope you will love it as much as I love writing it. Add the story and support the story with comments.

Ps: The Kingdom of Euretya is divided into various realms, and each realm is ruled by different supernatural creature.

Vérfarkas - is the realm of Lycans and werewolves, which is in turn, divided in to various pack lands. And each pack has their own Alpha. But the Realm of Vérfarkas is in turn, wholly ruled by the Lycan King and his Queen.

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