ALPHA'S FATED MATE

We will rule the world.

~~~Dominic

"What the hell am I doing wrong?" I growled, digging my fingers into the bark like it could anchor me—like it could explain why the bond was silent.

Then, a voice echoed through the trees.

"Is anything the matter, Dominic?"

My father's voice.

Of course.

Even out here, in the woods behind our estate, he found a way to intrude. I didn’t even know it was possible to project his Alpha command like that, but the second I heard it, my wolf shrank back—bowing, submitting without question.

I straightened my spine, fists clenched. I wouldn’t kneel. Not this time.

I said nothing as he stepped out from the shadows and stood in front of me, every inch the cold, dominant Alpha I’d grown up fearing.

"I asked you a question," he said, voice low and loaded with warning. It took everything in me not to cower.

"Nothing, Alpha," I ground out between clenched teeth.

"You do know lying to your Alpha is a serious offense—family or not." His eyes held the kind of threat he always followed through on.

"I meant... nothing that concerns you, Alpha." I bowed my head—not from fear, but to hide the anger burning in my eyes.

"Look at me, son."

That stopped me.

Son.

He hadn’t called me that in a long time.

I looked up, warily.

"Something’s bothering you. Tell me. Maybe I can help."

I nearly laughed. Now he wanted to help? Now he wanted to care?

"What if I said I don’t want to marry the human?" I asked, mockingly. His jaw twitched.

"I arranged that marriage for your good. I'm doing this so that when you become Alpha, everything will be in place."

The same damn speech. He always used it when he didn’t want to listen.

"And what if I said I already found my mate?" I shot back, even though I didn’t even know her name—just a face I couldn’t remember and a bond that haunted me.

His expression shifted. “That’s great news. Some of us don’t find our mates until we’re well past fifty or sixty. Where is she?”

Finding your mate when you're fifty or sixty has nothing on us cause we live past the humans. To us, fifty is like the humans fifteen.

“Well... that’s the problem,” I muttered, scratching the back of my neck. “I don’t know where she is.”

His eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

“I saw her. In the woods. But I was drunk... I don’t remember her face, only that she had red hair and green eyes—”

“Red hair and green eyes?” he interrupted, a strange look crossing his face.

“Yeah, I know how it sounds, but I marked her. I know she’s my mate. I just... I can’t sense her anymore.”

He stared at me, stunned. “You said she has red hair and green eyes?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

A long pause stretched between us.

“I’ll help you find her,” he finally said, a surprising note of joy in his voice.

I blinked. “Does that mean I don’t have to go through with the marriage?”

He gave me a look that quickly crushed my hope. “No. You’ll still marry the human. That union is crucial for the pack’s expansion into the human world. But your mate will be your Luna. As for her... don’t worry. I’ll find her.”

The finality in his voice left no room for argument.

At least I didn’t have to search for her alone.

“Thank you, Alpha,” I said quietly, then turned and walked away with my emotions tangled in knots.

Part of me was relieved. But another part... angry.

I was going to be forced to marry someone else while my mate was out there. Waiting. Maybe even suffering.

Maybe I can convince the girl to reject the match, I thought, a spark of rebellion flaring in my chest.

As I reached my room, I bathed quickly, then collapsed on my bed. The plan was already forming in my head.

I sat up with a slow grin spreading across my face.

I have a plan. And soon... I’ll have my mate.

With that thought, I closed my eyes—and slept.

~~~Alpha Fuerte

I returned to my study the moment Dominic left the woods.

But I couldn’t focus—not on the reports piled on my desk, not on the map of territorial expansions laid out before me.

All I could think about were his words.

Red hair. Green eyes.

My heart drummed with a familiar, long-buried anticipation.

I rose and walked to the far drawer of my desk—the one no one but me touched—and pulled it open. Inside lay an old, leather-bound tome.

The Book of Knowledge.

I opened it with careful fingers, flipping through ancient pages until I found it.

There, etched in faded ink and prophetic language, it was.

My lips curled into a grin as quiet laughter slipped from me.

“Yes... The Moon Goddess has finally rewarded me for my patience. For my sacrifices.”

The prophecy would be fulfilled.

Just as I had imagined.

I closed the book, placed it back in the drawer, and locked it.

Then I sank into my rocking chair, closing my eyes as satisfaction warmed my bones.

Soon, the world would bow before us.

“We will rule the world,” I whispered into the silence, the corners of my mouth lifting in triumph.