FATED QUEEN: MARKED BY DESIRE

Tonight was supposed to be the most magical night of my life—The Mating Night for the Moon Crest Pack. Everyone was gathered inside the grandest, most luxurious hotel in our territory. Crystal lights. Velvet walls. Excited howls muffled behind elegant gowns and pressed suits. All waiting for the Moon Goddess to show us our fated mates. And me? I was eighteen… and painfully in love with one man. Dwayne Thomson. The future Alpha King. The heir of Alpha Troy and Queen Isabel. My childhood crush since we were kids running around the training grounds. Too bad he belonged to someone else. Sasha Welch. The perfect she-wolf. Beautiful. Popular. Always smiling… but something in her eyes felt fake. Only I seemed to notice. Still, I kept quiet. I hated trouble. “You look so nervous,” my friend Mira giggled, handing me another drink. I rolled my eyes, already feeling the alcohol swirling in my head. “I’m not nervous. I’m just… excited.” “No,” she teased. “You’re excited because Dwayne is here. If you two are mates, Sasha will scream.” “Stop it,” I muttered, but my heart raced at the thought. Maybe… maybe this was the night I’d finally know. But drinks kept coming, and I kept accepting them because they made it easier to hide my shaky hands. The room spun a little. My wolf hummed beneath my skin, new and still wild after my first shift days ago. Then—my parents appeared. “Andrea!” Mom hissed. “Look at your eyes. You’re drunk.” “I just had a bit—” Dad shook his head. “Enough. You’re going back to the room. Now.” “But the Moon Goddess—” “No arguments,” Mom said firmly. “Before someone important sees you wasted.” I sighed, defeated. “Fine…” My head throbbed as I walked to our hotel room. I hated that I was missing the ceremony. I hated that I wasn’t there if Dwayne… if he— No. Thinking hurt. I pushed into the room and collapsed on the bed, still dizzy. The alcohol was heavy, but something else suddenly wrapped around me. A scent. Masculine. Strong. Dangerous. Sweet like burning cedar and warm skin. My whole body heated at once. “What… what is happening?” I whispered, my breath catching as liquid fire rolled through me. My wolf purred. My skin tingled. Heat pooled low in my belly until I almost moaned. “What is this…” I said weakly, gripping the sheets. It was desire—raw, wild, and overwhelming. More intense than anything I had ever felt in my life. I felt feverish. My body begged… no, demanded release. My skin felt too tight, too hot. “I can’t… breathe…” I whispered shakily. The scent grew stronger. My body bucked with need. Without thinking, I stood, trembling, and pulled off my dress. It fell to the floor in a whisper, leaving me completely naked as I sank back into the bed. I squeezed my thighs, trying to ease the ache. Suddenly… The door clicked. A shadow moved. A familiar scent filled the room. And my wolf… my heart… my entire being whispered one word: Mate. The room is dark, and I can't see who it is, but I feel it—an intense, primal 'mate bond' pulling me towards him. He moves to the bed, his presence commanding, and pulls me into his arms. His lips crash onto mine, fierce and demanding. "W-Who are you?" I gasp, trying to pull away, but his kiss travels to my neck, then lower, capturing my breast in his mouth. "You smell so f*****g good." he murmurs, his voice a low growl. His mouth trails lower, and I moan loudly as his expert tongue finds my c**t. He plays me like an instrument, driving me to the edge until I c*m hard, my body convulsing with pleasure. "Please, more," I beg, my voice breathless. He quickly sheds his clothes, and I feel his hard c**k press against me. With one rough thrust, he's inside me, filling me completely. He f***s me hard, his movements rough. "f**k, so tight," he groans, his teeth grazing my neck. "You're mine tonight." "Yours," I moan, my body arching to meet his thrusts. All night, he marks me, claiming me as his own. As dawn breaks, I wake to find a man beside me, his arm draped possessively over my body. I'm shocked, my heart racing as I realize the man who claimed me is no other than… Dwayne.