MATED TO MY TARGET
1261 Words
Raven's POV
I met his gaze. “I’m Raven, an orphan. I stay with my uncle, who maltreated me, I’m fed up and decided to run.” I lied, wiping my eyes as I sniffed.
“You’re an orphan? A human.” He scoffed, circling me once before stopping, his jaw clenched tight.
My throat went dry as my heartbeat quickened, heat spreading rapidly through my body.
“Who are your parents and what do they do?” He threw the question at me.
A shiver ran down my spine as the heat intensified. I must not mess this up. I had to lie; convincingly.
“My father was Mr. Rogers, he was an electrician…” I paused, wiping the forced tears from my eyes.
“I remember running around with him and his tools. My mum was a nurse. She barely had time for me, so I stayed with my father most of the time… I don’t mind working as your…” I paused again, sniffing.
“Mate!!” He said suddenly, shutting his eyes.
I nodded, dabbing my cheeks with my hands. “Yes, my mother’s mate and colleague at work didn’t bother helping out,” I said, still battling the burning sensation.
He opened his eyes and met my gaze.
“You’re my mate,” he said, his voice cold.
“Yes, I’m your mate, like maybe a playmate, but I don’t think we’re age mates, you look older,” I said, keeping my expression innocent and childish.
This acting is harder than I thought. Who would have imagined I’d be doing this? I just have to… for my freedom.
“You’re my mate from the Moon Goddess and Luna to this pack. I’ve been searching for you for a long time. I’m glad the Moon Goddess brought you to me instead,” he said, his voice calmer now.
I stiffened immediately.
What does he mean by mate? I know what a mate is, but not what it means to them. Who the hell is the Moon Goddess, and why would she choose me for you? No, something is wrong.
“I don’t understand,” I admitted, furrowing my brow.
“With time, you will. By the way, I’m Alpha Lucien,” he said with a smile.
How could his expression change so quickly?
“I’m impressed the Moon Goddess finally remembered me with a fearless mate who stood her ground and fought two rogue wolves,” he said, then turned to his guard.
“Prepare a chamber for her. She stays in the pack house,” he instructed before walking away.
“Come with me,” the guard said, and I followed him. He stopped beside another guard and whispered something, causing the other to leave immediately.
We waited until the guard returned and whispered back to the one with me before we continued walking.
We stopped at a door and waited as maids exited one after another; one with a mop and bucket, another with a broom.
“It’s ready,” the last maid said.
“Alright,” the guard replied, ushering me inside before leaving.
The chamber was large and elegant, everything perfectly arranged.
So even werewolves know how to keep things clean.
“I’m Freya, the head maid. Please, do you need anything else?” she asked gently.
My stomach grumbled loudly.
“Yes, I’m famished,” I replied.
“Not a problem. What would you like to eat?” she asked softly.
“Anything is fine,” I answered.
She left as I wandered around the room.
“This is breathtaking,” I complimented quietly.
A knock sounded at the door.
“Who is it?” I asked as I approached.
I opened the door to see Freya holding a tray of food.
She placed it on the table.
“Please, ma’am, once you’re done, call me and I’ll come for it,” Freya said, turning to leave, but I stopped her.
“Wait,” I said. She turned back.
“There’s something I’d like to ask,” I admitted.
She smiled, encouraging me to speak.
“What’s a mate to you werewolves?” I asked.
She smiled again studying me.
“A human in the midst of wolves,” she murmured. “No wonder you’re confused.”
I folded my arms, waiting, my patience thinning. “Please. Just explain.”
She nodded. “The mating bond is a sacred connection chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. It is not love at first sight, nor is it merely desire. It is a soul-deep bond, one that ties two beings together beyond reason, beyond choice.”
I swallowed.
“When two mates meet,” Freya continued, “their bodies recognize each other before their minds do. You feel the heat, the pull, the racing heart; it is the bond awakening. It strengthens with proximity, with emotion, with time. Once fully accepted, it becomes unbreakable.”
My fingers curled into my palms.
“And the Moon Goddess?” I asked quietly.
“She is the creator and protector of our kind,” Freya said with reverence. “She governs fate, balance, and the mating bonds. She chooses mates not for convenience, but for destiny, whether it brings peace or destruction.”
That didn’t sound comforting.
“When an Alpha finds his mate,” Freya added, “she becomes his Luna, the queen of the pack. His equal and anchor. Through her, he draws strength, clarity, and control. Without his Luna, an Alpha is incomplete.”
My chest tightened.
“So… he’ll mark me?” I asked, my voice barely steady.
“Yes,” Freya said gently. “If you both accept the bond. The marking seals it mind, body, and soul. After that comes the mating ceremony, where the pack and the Moon Goddess bear witness.”
There was silence.
“Thank you. You may leave now,” I said, and she bowed before exiting.
Me? A Luna? To my target? This so-called Moon Goddess must have a twisted sense of humor.
Yet the way he smiled… the heat crawling up my spine, it felt like my body no longer belonged to me, like his voice could command my heartbeat.
I pressed a hand to my chest and whispered,
“Focus, Raven. You’re here to kill him, not…” I stopped as an idea struck me.
Yes. I’ll use the mating bond, use everything to get close to him, just as Mason said.
“Yes! Yes!” I nodded eagerly.
Once I gain his trust, I’ll kill him. I don’t need to be cold, just act kind and loving. I smiled as I stood.
“The Moon Goddess made this easier. It’s like she supports my plan,” I murmured, opening the wardrobe filled with gowns.
“They gave me dresses… they seem better than I thought, but who told them I wear gowns? Couldn’t they ask me?” I muttered, pulling out a red dress.
“Me? Gowns? That sucks,” I exhaled.
I searched further and found pajamas.
“I’ve found something to wear tonight,” I said, heading to the bathroom.
After my shower, I dressed in the pajamas and uncovered my food; bread and beef.
I ate, then placed the tray on the table and sat on the soft bed.
“Too bad I have to use you for just six months until I finish my mission,” I whispered.
Just then, I heard a door.
Who’s that? I hope they didn’t hear me.
The knock came again, louder this time.
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