Alpha's Silent Mate

Alpha King's Fated Mate

Zaden’s POV

I was pacing my room restlessly in my chambers from pressure of council. The council was pressuring me to find my fated mate soon or I would lose my position as an Alpha. My pack isn’t just a child play; I’m the Alpha king of werewolves. The most ruthless brutal and cruel to enemies but gentle caring and loving to those I love. But I needed my mate.

There was a sudden soft knock on the door when the door creaked open without warning, and I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. Only one person dared to enter my room unannounced.

“Alpha King,” Richard’s steady voice cut through the silence, firm yet respectful. I exhaled slowly, my fingers tightening on the edge of window sill as I kept my gaze fixed ahead. “The cars are ready. The convoy is waiting for your command.”

There was something about the way he said it, precise and controlled, mirroring the storm brewing inside me. I nodded rising to my full height, the weight of my title and pressure of council weighing heavily on my shoulders.

“Then we don’t keep them waiting,” I replied, my voice low and resolute, already stepping past him as the moment I had been preparing for finally arrived.

The cold night air hit my face the moment I stepped outside, sharp and grounding, but it did nothing to quiet the storm inside me. The convoy stood ready, engines humming low like restrained beasts, waiting for my command. This wasn’t just another journey-this was a reckoning. Either I return with my fated mate… or return without a crown.

I slid into the back seat, the door shutting with a heavy thud that felt far too final. Across from me, Richard settled in without a word, his presence as steady as ever. For a moment, I stared out into the darkness before finally speaking.

“I was offered a chosen mate,” I said, my voice quiet but edged with steal. “An easy solution. A convenient lie to keep the throne.”

Richard didn’t respond immediately, but I could feel his gaze on me.

“I don’t want that,” I continued, my jaw clenched. “I won’t build my reign on something forced. If I have a mate… then she will be only my fated one. Or not at all.”

The car began to move, the rest of the convoy following in perfect formation. Silence stretched between us for a few seconds before I broke it again.

“Tell me about Bloodmoon Pack,” I ordered, my tone shifting back into authority. “And their Alpha.”

Richard straightened slightly, as if preparing a report he had long memorized. “Bloodmoon Pack is one of the oldest and most feard pack in your kingdom,” he began

“Their Alpha rules through strength and fear. Discipline is harsh… especially for the lower ranks.”

My eyes narrowed. “Omegas?”

A brief pause. “They’re treated… poorly, Alpha King. Rumors suggest punishments go beyond tradition. And the wolfless-“ he hesitated, choosing his words carefully, “-are considered less than nothing.”

A low growl built in my chest before I could stop it.

“And the Alpha’s son?” I asked, already sensing I wouldn’t like the answer.

“Damon,” Richard replied. “ Known for his…indulgence. A womanizer. He holds no regards for bonds or rank when it comes to women. Many avoid crossing his path.”

My hands clenched into a fist, nails digging into my palm. Disgust twisted in my gut, but beneath it something darker stirred-something territorial, restless.

If my fated mate was there… in that pack?...

I leaned back slowly, my gaze turning distant as the road stretched endlessly ahead of us.

“Then we’ll see,” I murmured, my voice dropping into something colder, more dangerous. “Just how brutal Bloodmoon Pack really is,”

The night stretched on, thick and restless, as the convoy cut through the darkness. I was about to close my eyes-just for a moment-when it hit me.

A scent.

It slammed into my senses without warning, sharp and intoxicating. A mixture of vanilla and roses, curling through my lungs like fire and settling deep in my chest. My entire body went rigid.

MINE.

The word echoed through me, raw and instinctive.

“Stop the car.” My voice came out low, deadly.

The brakes screeched as the entire convoy halted instantly. Before the vehicle had even fully stilled, I was out, the cold air slicing against my skin as I inhaled deeply again.

There.

Sweet… but laced with fear. Pain. Blood.

My head snapped toward the forest line, and without a word, I took off.

Branches clawed at me as I ran, the scent growing stronger with every step, dragging me forward like an invisible chain. And then-

A figure.

Small. Fragile. Terrified. Running.

My heart slammed violently against my ribs as I caught sight of her, stumbling through the darkness, her movements unsteady, desperate. And behind her-

Rogues.

A snarl ripped from my chest, primal and unforgiving. Without slowing I lunged forward, my presence was enough to make the rogues falter for a split second before they turned to flee.

“Cowards. Kill them all.” I barked orders at my beta and he immediately obeyed.

I didn’t chased them.

I couldn’t.

Because she needed me. Her mate.

Her body gave out right there in front of me, buckling as if the last of her strength had finally drained away. I reached her just in time, catching her in my arms before she could hit the ground.

The moment she fell into my arms… everything stilled.

My fated mate.

She was barely conscious, her body trembling, clothes torn, blood staining her skin in a way that made something vicious and Uncontrollable rise inside me. Her scent, even beneath the metallic tang of blood-wrapped around me completely-claiming, binding.

My grip tightened instinctively as I pulled her closer.

“Stay with me, little one.” I ordered, my voice rough, almost unrecognizable.

But her head lolled against my chest, her breathing shallow…fading.

For the first time in years, something dangerously close to panic clawed its way through me. And as I looked down at her unmoving form in my arms, one thought thundered in my mind-

If I was too late… everything would be lost.