Alpha’s Possession

Chapter 7

Amelia

I stood frozen in place, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. The air around us seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly energy, the mate bond humming between us like a live wire, undeniable and electric. How could it be possible? No, it had to be some cruel joke fate was playing on me. Alpha Xavier was my mate? How?

But even as I tried to deny it, every cell in my body screamed the truth. Alpha Xavier, no, not just my Alpha anymore, but my mate, stood before me towering and imposing, like an angel carved from stone. I had admired him from afar for so long, stealing glimpses of him during pack meetings and formal dinners where I served silently in the background. But seeing him this close, as a mate, was overwhelming in ways I had never imagined.

I stopped breathing as I looked up into his enthralling eyes. He was devastatingly handsome and breathtakingly gorgeous, the epitome of male beauty. He had coal-black hair and was artfully tousled, a sweet blush spread across my face, reminding me of that intimate moment when my hands touched his hair. His beautiful face could have been carved by the most skilled sculptor. Those mesmerizing deep green eyes that will haunt my dreams from now on, gazed down at me, filled with an intensity that made my knees weak. His jawline was strong and perfectly defined like a Greek God.

Oh Moon Goddess, I breathed internally, unable to look away from him. He really was my mate. Was I so lucky that my mate was my long admiring loving alpha?

My heart swelled with a confusing mixture of happiness and fear. I couldn't take my eyes off him, drinking in every detail of his handsome face. My gaze lingered on his full, sensuous pink lips. I had never dared to even imagine kissing him, not even in my most secret dreams. But now….

His piercing gaze traveled over my body, taking in every detail from head to toe with laser-like focus. I felt exposed, powerless, as if he could see right through me. When his gaze lingered on my lips, which still tingled from our unexpected kiss, heat filled my stomach and my breath caught in my throat. The intensity of his stare made every nerve ending in my body alive. I had never felt anything like this before, this intense desire to be closer to him, this desperate yearning. My wolf seemed to growl with satisfaction, as he had finally found his soulmate after years.

But then reality crashed down on me like a bucket of ice water.

“What the hell.... you're a maid!” he spat, his tone dripping with disdain and disappointment that I physically flinched.

His words sliced through my happy daze like a knife, sharp and mercilessly. Abruptly yanking me back to cold, harsh reality. Of course, I thought bitterly, tears already stinging my eyes. How could I have forgotten even for a moment, who and what I was? I shouldn't be here, shouldn't dare to think that someone like him could ever truly be mine.

He recognized my uniform instantly. At that moment, every instinct screamed at me to run, to flee this impossible situation. But I knew very well that I couldn’t do that. So I chose to stay right here. After all, he was my mate, right?

“Yes, I am, my Alpha!” I replied, my voice coming out as barely more than a whisper. I kept my eyes downcast, not daring to meet his gaze again. My heart was thundering so loudly I was sure he must be able to hear it. I clutched my skirt tightly, needing something to ground me. I couldn't cry in front of him, not show any weakness. But I could feel my heart shattering into a thousand pieces. This was supposed to be the most magical moment of my life, the moment every werewolf dreamed of. Instead, it felt like a nightmare.

“And you dare to kiss me?” His voice was low and dangerous as he grasped my chin roughly, forcing my face up so I had no choice but to meet his blazing green eyes. I felt a jolt run through me the moment his fingers touched my skin. Those mesmerizing green orbs captured me once again, and I found it impossible to look away. I was terrified of him, of this situation we had stumbled into. But a tiny spark of courage was also growing within me. Perhaps because, despite all the difficulties, I was his mate.

I opened and closed my mouth several times, struggling to form words. Part of me wanted to point out that he had kissed me too, that it hadn't been one-sided. But I didn’t dare voice that thought.

“I… I am your mate” I finally managed to say, my voice trembling but growing stronger. It wasn’t my fault, after all. This was the will of the Moon Goddess herself.

I held his gaze, searching in those green depths, looking for any sign of heat and desire I had glimpsed earlier, when we kissed. But it was gone now, replaced by something cold and unreadable. Was that disgust I saw there? Shock? Something else entirely?

“Mate, huh?” He arched one perfect eyebrow, then released my chin with a sharp motion that made me flinch.

“But-” I started to say, but he cut me off harshly.

“Forget about it!” he snarled, as if our mate bond was utterly meaningless to him.

The words hit me like a physical blow, and I gasped as pain lanced through my chest. I felt as though someone was squeezing my heart in a merciless grip, threatening to crush it entirely. My wolf let out a howl of pure anguish that echoed through my very soul. Forget about it? How could he ask such a thing? How could anyone forget their mate?

“How can I?” I asked, my voice cracking.

“I'm your other half!” Tears spilled over coursing down my cheeks. I wiped them away hastily, but more kept coming.

I had always heard that moment you found your mate was supposed to be magical and special. It was the thing everyone waited for, longed for. I had witnessed other couples’ joyous reactions when they realized they were mates. But now, when that moment came, my mate was telling me to simply forget it ever happened. As if it meant nothing to him at all. But how could anyone forget their mate, the other half to their soul? He didn’t say anything, just stared at me with that unreadable expression.

Desperately, I said my point, “Mates are chosen by Moon Goddess herself and Mates are meant to be together. You can’t deny the mate bond.” I gazed imploringly into verdant eyes, silently pleading with him to agree, to accept what we both knew to be true.

His expression changed and he leaned slightly towards me. For a heartbeat, hope flared within me. Maybe he was beginning to understand. Maybe…

“Oh?” His voice was mocking now, cruel in a way that made my blood run cold. “I think you’ve forgotten the rules of this pack, little maid.”

His words hit me like a physical blow. My heart plummeted, and I felt my whole world was crushed under the weight of his cruel words. Yeah right, how could I have been so foolish? How could I forget the merciless rules of this Blue moon pack.

According to the pack rule, lower-ranking wolves were forbidden from mating with those of higher-ranking. They believed such unions would weaken the stronger wolf, diminishing the overall power of the pack. If a lower-ranking wolf became a mate of the higher wolf, he had to face rejection. The higher-ranking wolf would then be free to choose a more suitable mate, one who matched their status and increased their strength.

What happened to that poor boy Ben at the party today was a clear example of this, and sadly, no one stood up for him. Everyone believed it was justified. I felt deeply sorry for him. I didn't know that something similar was going to happen to me today. What terrible luck. Fate truly played a cruel joke on me.

I had read many stories that claimed a true mate, chosen by the Moon Goddess, would only increase your power and complete you in every way. But sadly, such beliefs held no sway here. No one could break the ironclad rules of our pack. Those who tried faced severe punishment.

My heart clenched with pain, as if someone had stabbed me in my chest. I struggled to hold back my tears, but it was futile. They streamed down my face in rivulets of sorrow and crushed dreams. Why..why.. Moon Goddess? Why would you give me the one thing I've always wanted, only to make it impossible to have?

“What should I do now?” I whispered, more to myself than to him. I felt utterly lost and hopeless.

He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring. Then he fixed me with a stern glare. “Wipe those damn tears away,” he ordered. “And come with me.” A strange glint flickered in his eyes as he spoke, but it vanished too quickly for me to interpret.

It took me a moment to process his words through the fog of despair enveloping me. Numbly, I wiped my tears-stained cheeks. Would he truly be going to shatter my world? Reject me, humiliate me in front of everyone? The thought of losing him, my mate, my other half, was a physical ache in my chest, a wound that would never heal. And I would be forced to listen to the cruel jokes of all those people? Was this my destiny?