Slavic Witch: Alpha King Mate

White Wolf

Dragana POV

After my events in the bathtub, I realized I had to come up with the plan to find Alpha King his mate, as quickly as possible.. The situation I was in was no longer sustainable. I could not go living like this – and I most definitely could not allow him to capture me as his breeder. Despite my obvious reaction and attraction to Roman, I rationalized that it was fantasy and my biological body response .As a virgin, untouched by a man, it was not unnatural that after 25 years of celibacy a man’s touch could get me excited or that I would seek to masturbate and envision things I rationalized. The reality was and is that I did not want to be used and treated as trash or a breeder by anyone. The reality was that Roman needed an heir, which only left me with one option – find his mate, find him his fated Queen Luna and be done with it. You have a little girl’s crush, I said to myself, and you are a lonely, horny little girl, I said to myself. “Are you sure of that?” the voice said. “Yes I absolutely am – there is nothing there for me – I am not his fated mate and you know how that would turn out for me – you know that I could not keep the child, and then if the Queen Luna appears, I would have to give up my child to both of them.. Who knows if I could even survive – would he want the kid to look for me when he or she came of age? Would he simply kill me after I have completed my “duty”?”.. Shivers ran down my spine and the voice was silent. She did not argue with me, did not argue a point of any kind. I did not know if she agreed with me or simply thought that the conversation on this was futile. In either case, I knew I had to put all my focus, all my magic and all my ability into finding him his fated mate – finding him happiness and purpose so that I could have mine.

I tucked in my bed with books and my spells, looking over anything that may help.. I already had an idea as to how to approach this, but it needed careful preparation, fasting and certain days of the month when the moon was full were likely to be more productive. Witches bowed to the Moon Goodes as well, and we drew our power from her too. My bed was my sacred space.. A lot of times, this is where most of my best work comes from.. Something about it like almost being cocooned, the warmth of pillows and blankets around the magic of old spells and books.. it transcended lines and opened views I did not realize were invisible at times..

Sitting there, however, I simply felt exhausted. My hands going over old pages, hundreds of years old, surprisingly in good condition. The touch of them, the old languages written in them and symbols always gave me a sense of belonging.. I was happy. Happy, but tired.. Not a second later, as I drifted into deep sleep, all went dark..

She was there… I had seen her before in my dreams.. A gorgeous white wolf with green eyes and beautiful features.. I never knew her name, even though she was in my dreams ever since I can remember.. At first sometimes, but in the last few years her presence was with me every night I dreamed.. Often symbolic, sometimes our encounters turn into interactions and stories.. In the looniness of my captivity and isolation within the pack, the white wolf was my refuge, my friend. I often cherished nights as it meant I could sleep and dream.

Tonight we met at the clearing, a known one, actually one close to the lake house of the pack. In the dream she was guiding me into the forest behind the main house.. I simply followed, wondering what is happening, as my dreams with her have not always been like that.. As we moved deeper into the trees, I noticed different colors, images and smells started appearing.. This was not just woods, this was not just a dream - this was something else..

I heard them before I could see them.. Two wolf cubs, snuggled and playing together at the same time, a boy and a girl.. Somehow, I knew them… I tried to go closer, but somehow they did not see me, as if they were in a world of their own.. She kissed them lovingly and then continued prancing about.. Flowers of red and white were everywhere.. Gorgeous smell of roses, intoxicating peonies.. And a strong smell of sandalwood and vanilla coming from a left side.. As I turned, I saw the gorgeous silver wolf standing above on the meadow… The white wolf pranced up to him, and touched his head, snuggling.. The realization dawned on me – they were mates..

The sound of door pounding woke me up.. Waking up groggy, I was happy for my friend.. She showed me her mate and her children – her family.