The Abducted Alpha And His Human Mate

Prologue

The pendulum clock hits 00:00am.

It announces the beginning of our mating ritual.

Every werewolf is giddy with joy. They pound their feet, raise their cup of wine and clap their hands.

They have gathered together to see me choose a mate. The moon rises in the night sky like a foreign god and pours its milky light generously on us all..

Every member of the Council of Elders are seated to my left and to my right. They put together this ceremony to help me pick the female wolf that would be my wife, my one and only, my Luna, forever and ever

I, Alpha Heller Sagehorn, protector of the blue moon pack, will finally get a chosen mate. Truth be told, everyone knows chosen mates can't be compared to fated mates. However, I have waited miserably for centuries for my fated mate who isn't forthcoming. So I'll have to move on with what I have.

I heave out a silent sigh on my throne, hoping my fellow werewolves don't notice I'm a little dissatisfied. They have all looked forward to this day with bated breaths.

The drop-dead gorgeous daughter of one of the elders is the selected girl. She is strong, controlled and has what it takes to be the Luna of this pack, to bear my pups, but it doesn't make me feel any better. She can't be the wolf that holds the other part of my soul. I'll never perceive the special scent wolves can only have for their fated mates, or share a bond in our minds.

The moon Goddess has let me down

I have prayed to her for centuries, waiting and refusing to back down. But the darkness that comes with not having a mate is eating deep into me. It is clinging to me like a bad smell you can't get rid of. No one has ever seen a supernatural being, an alpha werewolf, as patient as me. But despite all of my perseverance, the moon Goddess continues to ignore me.

I look down from my throne at the crowd beneath. Every member of Blue Moon pack is smiling, making merry, cheering me on with their gazes. They believe I have gotten too lonely, a predicament that might make me lose control someday soon, become feral or even lose my mind.

So I let the ceremony continue.

My duty is making my pack happy, maintaining peace and upholding justice, a role I have handled effortlessly for centuries. It is believed that I have the blood of the Goddess running through me. Rumours say I share an ancestry with her, and that the only reason the Goddess has refused to give me a fated mate is because of my extraordinary powers. Asides being an Alpha, I am a divine being. So maybe the Goddess doesn't want me to have it all.

I consider that a ridiculous claim.

I shake my head on my throne.

The ritual tarries into the night. Celebration pops into the air.

My Beta, the handsome wolf called Ian, beams at me. He is nodding in approval. Ian became my best friend and the person I trusted the most after the demise of my mother, the Luna Queen. He is my companion and second in command for hundreds of years now, and has advocated for me to accept the offer, to take the chosen mate. I have listened to him.

This is an important decision.

There is no going back.

After mating and marking the elder's daughter, my chosen mate, there'll be nothing I can do when my real mate finally appears, if ever she appears.. will I be able to live with that?

Wine flows. She-wolves dance and shake their waists. Every wolf howls, making the ceremony merrier, while I sit on the throne, willing myself to feel the same joy they feel. I might not love this chosen mate, but for my people's sake, I must have to learn.

The party eventually gets to the main reason for the gathering. My bride steps out looking radiant and elegant in her pretty and meticulously adorned blue long dress. I step down from my throne slowly, staring at her finely carved face and grass green eyes. I move towards her and we stand face to face. She is pretty. Maybe i can cope after all. We both face the crowd. I shoot one fist into the air and every wolf, together as a unit, faces the heavens and howl into the night air in unison.

I am proud.

Tonight is a night to remember forever.

My bride and I will be joined together using the Milk of the Puppy wine, as our ancestors have done.

Beta Ian brings the wine, pours it in a deep glass mug and hands it over to me. I gulp a mouthful and stretch the cup towards my bride. She takes it gracefully from me and is about to gulp hers when a piercing scream arises from the crowd.

Everyone scatters, pandemonium spreads like wild fire. In the twinkle of an eye, I stand before my pack and witness horror unfold.