The Forbidden Mate

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Chapter 1

Mara’s POV

The wind howled like a wolf under a full moon, and the rain lashed against the roof in unrelenting sheets. Thunder roared through the night, shaking the very walls of my room, and streaks of lightning lit up the dark corners momentarily. I sighed heavily and rolled over in bed, staring at the shadows dancing across my ceiling. The weather matched my mood perfectly.

Today was the first day of my senior year at Ambrosia High, and I wasn’t looking forward to it.

Ambrosia was a town run by werewolves—literally. The Ambrosia Pack wasn’t just a powerful force in our small town; they practically owned the place. They were the star athletes, the class presidents, the prom kings and queens. Humans admired them, practically worshipped them, and in exchange, they got protection. The Ambrosia Pack ensured that nothing—and no one—threatened the town or its people.

Witches, on the other hand, were a different story. We were respected but only because people feared us. Humans didn’t adore us the way they did werewolves. Instead, they whispered about us behind our backs and avoided our gaze whenever possible. And me? I was the Maiden of the Ambrosia Coven—the future Mother, destined to one day lead my people. That made me the most feared witch of all, which was laughable because I was probably the shyest and most introverted person in the entire school.

I chuckled dryly at the thought, sitting up in bed. “Not exactly the stuff of legends, huh, Mara?” I muttered to myself.

I wasn’t looking forward to another day of nervous glances, whispered rumors, and classmates scrambling to get out of my way in the hallways. Summer had been a welcome reprieve. I’d spent most of it at home, curled up in my room with books and spells, except during the full moons. I could never resist the pull of a full moon.

My mother always teased me about it.

“You’re sure you’re not half-wolf, Mara?” she’d said more than once, laughing as she caught me staring out the window at the glowing orb in the sky. “It would explain so much.”

I shook my head at the memory and slipped out of bed. Witches had always revered the moon, drawing energy from its phases for different spells. It wasn’t like the wolves owned it, even if they acted like they did.

After a long, hot shower, I stepped out and wiped the condensation from the mirror, taking a moment to look at myself. My long, dark brown curls framed my golden-toned face, and my large hazel eyes stared back at me, heavy-lidded with sleep. I tilted my head to one side and sighed. “Another year of this,” I murmured.

I dressed quickly in my school uniform—a pleated lavender skirt that fell just to my knees, paired with a light gray button-down shirt tucked in neatly. The puffed sleeves added a touch of softness, which I appreciated. The uniform was stricter than most schools’—no personal clothing except on Fridays—but at least it was flattering. Black ankle boots and matching socks completed the look, and after spraying on my favorite perfume—a soft blend of roses, jasmine, and lily of the valley—I grabbed my bag and umbrella and headed downstairs.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee greeted me as I entered the kitchen. My father, James Jaded, was sitting at the table with a steaming mug in hand, laughing at something my mother, Jacqueline, had just said.

“Morning, sweetheart!” my dad said brightly, his green eyes sparkling with warmth. He had pale skin and short, tousled blond hair that made him look boyish despite his age.

“Morning,” I replied, forcing a small smile.

My mother turned to me with her usual radiant smile. “Mara, you look lovely as always,” she said, her mocha-toned skin glowing even in the dim light of the kitchen. Her jet-black curls bounced as she moved, and I couldn’t help but admire her natural beauty. It was no wonder she’d won Miss Ambrosia back in her day.

“Thanks, Mom,” I said, grabbing a piece of toast from the counter.

“You excited for the first day?” Dad asked, leaning back in his chair.

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Not really.”

My mom sighed, setting her coffee down. “Mara, we’ve talked about this. You’re the Maiden of our Coven. You’re meant to stand out—it’s a gift.”

“It doesn’t feel like a gift when everyone’s too scared to talk to me,” I muttered, taking a bite of toast.

My dad chuckled. “Maybe that’s not such a bad thing. Keeps the troublemakers away.”

“Yeah, sure,” I said dryly. “That’s exactly what I need—more isolation.”

My mom gave me a sympathetic look but didn’t press further. She knew better than to push me too hard.

By the time we got in the car, the rain had turned into a full-on storm. I climbed into the backseat while my parents chatted up front. My dad was in an especially good mood, laughing at his own jokes while my mom rolled her eyes affectionately.

“You know, Mara,” Dad said, glancing at me in the rearview mirror, “this year might surprise you. Senior year is always full of… unexpected moments.”

I snorted. “I doubt it. It’s just another year of people avoiding me and the werewolves running the school like their personal kingdom.”

“Don’t be so cynical, sweetheart,” Mom said, turning to look at me. “Things change. You never know what the future holds.”

I didn’t respond, instead staring out the window as the car navigated the winding roads toward Ambrosia High. The school loomed ahead, its tall stone walls and arched windows giving it a foreboding appearance, especially in the stormy weather.

When we pulled up, my dad turned to me with a grin. “Have a good day, Mara. And remember, you’re stronger than you think.”

I nodded half-heartedly and stepped out of the car, my umbrella barely keeping the rain at bay as I trudged toward the entrance.

The hallways of Ambrosia High were already buzzing with activity. Groups of students clustered together, laughing and catching up after the summer break. As I walked by, conversations dropped to hushed whispers, and people moved aside, giving me a wide berth.

I sighed. “Here we go again,” I muttered under my breath.

“Hey, look—it’s the Maiden,” someone whispered.

“Don’t make eye contact,” another voice hissed.

I kept my head high, pretending not to notice. This was my normal. It always had been. But as I reached my locker, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of their stares.

“Hey, Mara,” a soft voice said from beside me.

I turned to see Eliza, one of the few people brave enough to talk to me. She was a fellow witch, though not part of the Coven. Her brown eyes were kind, and her auburn hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail.

“Hi, Eliza,” I said, managing a small smile. “How was your summer?”

“Uneventful,” she said with a shrug. “Yours?”

“Same,” I replied.

Eliza tilted her head, studying me. “You okay? You seem… tense.”

I hesitated, then nodded. “Just the usual. You know how it is.”

“Yeah,” she said softly. “I do.”

Before I could respond, the sound of loud laughter filled the hallway. I glanced over to see a group of werewolves striding through, their presence commanding attention. At the center of the group was Caden Blackwood, the Alpha King’s heir.

Our eyes met for a split second, and something in his gaze made my heart skip a beat.

“Who’s he?” Eliza whispered, noticing my reaction.

I swallowed hard. “Caden Blackwood,” I said quietly. “The future Alpha King.”

Eliza raised an eyebrow. “Well, he’s definitely… something.”

“Yeah,” I murmured, tearing my eyes away.