ZANE

"Who is she?"

Dante continued to growl restlessly within me, MATE, Mate?. This was so different from how I had thought the evening would turn out, right here outside the the great hall.

The girl trembled before me, her head bowed, her silver-white hair catching the torchlight, I had never seen such magnificent white hair, but it was all tangled as if she hadn't brushed them in ages. Her scent hit me, she smelled strange, something wrong. It wasn't wolf, It wasn't human either, it was something else. I could smell her fear , raw and pathetic, she could never be my fated one.

My wolf, Dante, lunged within me again, Mate. The single word thundered through my head. I felt the bond snap into place between us, cutting through my reason, through my control.

No. It couldn't be, this?

I was Zane, Supreme Alpha of Howlgroove, the most powerful of all ten clans, bound by blood to the Moon Throne itself. I couldn't have this......a trembling, ragged creature, kneeling on the marble like a beaten dog......as my mate.

"Get up," I ordered again, my tone sharp and harsh. She didn't move. Her hands shook against the floor.

"I said get up."

The command came out colder this time, authority erupting from me like heat from the sun. My guards shifted uneasily. Even Beta Mark's posture tightened beside me; he had heard it too-that dangerous vibration in my voice that meant my wolf was barely restrained.

The girl flinched, her body trembling as she pushed herself to her knees. I saw the bruises then dark marks along her arms, her collarbone, the side of her neck. Her clothes were rags, torn at the hem. She wouldn't even look at me.

Dante snarled inside my chest. She's ours.

"She's nothing," I muttered under my breath. "You're mistaken."

But Dante wasn't listening. His energy surged, hot and wild, pressing against the surface of my control. I felt the bond hum again, a pulse beneath my skin, like an itch.

"Alpha?" Mark's voice broke through the haze.

"Do you want me to remove her?"

I nodded stiffly. "Take her to the Great Hall. With the others."

Mark hesitated. "The council......."

"Now," I snapped.

He bowed his head and gestured for the guards. They hauled her to her feet. She didn't resist, only whimpered softly, her eyes still downcast. For some reason, that sound cut through me more deeply than I cared to admit.

As they dragged her away, Dante growled, low and furious. You let them touch her.

"She's filth," I hissed back under my breath. "A half-blood? I can smell her impurity, she's forbidden, she can never be Luna supreme."

She's ours, ours, mate!

I ignored him, but my jaw clenched hard enough to ache. I turned and strode toward the Great Hall, where the gathered clans were still feasting under the crystal chandeliers. Music swelled, laughter echoing off golden walls. The scent of roasted meat and wine mingled with the faint metallic tang of dominance-the kind that came whenever powerful Alphas gathered in one place.

At the high table, the leaders of the ten clans rose as I entered. My presence silenced the room; conversation fell away to total silence. Every eye turned to me, the Supreme Alpha, heir of the Howlers, ruler of all. But my thoughts weren't on them. They were on the girl.

Raina.

I had heard her name whispered as she had been dragged inside. The half-blood of Moonshire Pack. The cursed daughter of Alpha Silver and a human woman. I remembered the whispers from years ago: the scandal that had shaken the southern territories, the child born of forbidden union, the one the Moon Goddess herself had supposedly cursed. And now she was here, in my hall, wearing my mark.

Dante howled with triumph, I flinched , I wanted to strangle him.

Beta Mark stepped forward beside me, clearing his throat. "My Lord, The ten clans of the moon await your word."

I forced my face into neutrality "Proceed."

Luna Fran of Moonshire bowed low, her jewels glittering in the candlelight. "My lord," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness, "we are honored to stand before you. My daughter, Trish, is humbled to be considered for your grace's choosing."

I didn't look at the daughter. I was too aware of the figure standing behind them, Raina. Her head lowered, hands folded and trembling , trying to make herself invisible. Her smell hit me once again. That strange, clean scent that burned through every other aroma in the room.

Dante pushed forward. Call her to us.

"No," I muttered under my breath.

Mark glanced sideways at me. "My lord?"

"Nothing," I said tightly.

Luna Fran was still talking, boasting about her daughter's beauty, their pack's loyalty, their history. I barely heard her. My eyes kept drifting back to the half-blood. She looked exhausted, thin, pale, a ghost among wolves. Every instinct in me screamed to pull her closer, to shield her from the eyes that sneered, from the whispers that slithered through the air.

But I couldn't, not here, not before the council.

The High Council would never permit it. The Supreme Alpha could not take a half-blood mate. It would break centuries of law, shatter alliances, and invite rebellion from every corner of the realm.

This was politics, power, legacy, and she was a threat to all of it. My jaw tightened with rage. The room felt too hot, too loud and too small.

Dante's growl rolled through my mind. You deny what's ours.

"I protect what's mine," I snapped inwardly.

I rose abruptly from my seat. "Enough," I said aloud, my voice echoing off the large hall. "The dinner is over."

A ripple of confusion spread through the hall. The music stopped. Luna Fran's smile faltered.

"B-but my lord......"

"I said enough." I growled and she whimpered in fear.

Mark nodded to the guards, who began ushering guests out. I turned on my heel and walked toward the exit, every step measured, deliberate. The air outside the Great Hall was cooler, but it did nothing to ease the fire crawling under my skin.

I needed distance, space. Anything to quiet Dante's roaring.

You can't hide from the bond.

"She's a mistake," I whispered, pacing the corridor outside the council chamber. "A cursed one."

She's the Moon's choice.

"No," I growled aloud. "The Moon doesn't make mistakes like this." Mark appeared in the doorway, his brow furrowed.

"My lord, shall I summon the Moonshire Alpha? The council expects your decision on the matter of alliances."

"Yes," I said, too quickly. "Bring him. And... bring her too."

Mark hesitated. "The girl?"

"Yes."

He nodded and left.

I turned toward the window, watching the moon hang low over Howlgroove. Its pale light painted the city in silver, the towers gleaming like frost. For a moment, I let myself imagine a different world, one where rank and law meant nothing, where I could follow the pull of my wolf without consequence. But that world didn't exist.

When the door opened again, I turned sharply. Alpha Dirke entered first, his bow too deep to be sincere. His eyes glimmered with greed. Behind him came Raina, flanked by guards. She kept her gaze on the floor, her posture small, submissive.

I hated how my pulse jumped.

"Supreme Alpha," Dirke said smoothly, "I must apologize if my servant has caused any offense. She is... defective. Her presence alone is often enough to sour an evening."

Dante's snarl was instant and vicious. He insults our mate.

I clenched my fists behind my back. "Servant?" I asked quietly.

"Yes, my lord," Dirke said. "A half-blood wretch we've kept out of charity. The late Alpha Silver's mistake. She carries human blood.......unclean, weak. We keep her for labor, nothing more."

My gaze shifted to her. She didn't speak, didn't move. Only the faint tremor in her fingers betrayed that she had heard every word.

Something inside me cracked.

I stepped closer, my voice dropping to a growl. "And yet you parade her in front of me dressed in rags. You bring her into my presence without permission."

Dirke blinked, confused. "I-"

"Do you understand the risk you've taken?" I said, my tone slicing through the air. "What if the Supreme Alpha mistook this girl for something more? What if your insolence cost you your pack?"

Dirke paled. "Forgive me, my lord. It won't happen again."

"No," I said. "It won't."

I turned to Mark. "See to it she's housed in the lower quarters. Away from the others. And make sure she's... cleaned up."

Mark hesitated. "Yes, my lord."

Raina lifted her head slightly then, and our eyes met for the second time in that bright light. She had ocean- blue eyes, wide and innocent.

The bond between us pulsed again, electric and undeniable. Dante pressed against my chest, whispering in my mind, She's ours.

I looked away before I did something reckless. "Dismissed," I said.

They turned to leave. But as she walked past me, her limp pronounced and painful to watch, Dante roared.

She's hurt. She's starving. You let them treat her like this?

"She's not my concern," I hissed inwardly.

She's your mate.

"Enough!" I said aloud before I could stop myself. Everyone froze. Dirke stared at me in alarm; Mark's eyes widened. I forced myself to breathe, to smooth my tone. "Leave us."

They bowed and exited quickly, the door closing behind them. Silence filled the chamber, thick and suffocating.

I turned to the window again, gripping the sill until my knuckles whitened.

"This can't happen," I whispered. "The law forbids it. The council will......"

The council doesn't own us, Dante growled. The Moon does.

I shut my eyes, the pull between reason and instinct tearing me apart.

"She's half-blood," I said. "Unworthy and Weak."

She's fate.

I could feel her heartbeat somewhere in the castle, could sense her scent lingering even after she'd gone. And for the first time in my life, I wasn't sure if being Supreme Alpha meant anything at all. Because what kind of ruler was I... if I couldn't command my own soul?

RAINA

"Please, stay still, my lady," the maid said, her hands were gentle but the water was too warm. I flinched as the rough cloth brushed over a bruise along my ribs, one of many. Steam filled the air, carrying the faint scent of donkey milk and rose oil. I couldn't remember the last time I had been bathed by anyone other than myself, much more with rose oil and donkey milk.. didn't even know that was a thing.

The room glowed in soft gold light from a chandelier that hung like a thousand stars hanging from the ceiling. Every corner was too beautiful, too polished, too unreal. I didn't belong here.

I was a slave, cursed at birth , not a lady as the servant had called me. And yet here I was, half-naked in a tub carved from marble, three servants kneeling beside me as if I were something precious, and two others standing by holding the large white cotton towels.

Something I had never imagined could happen to me.

My heart raced with every stroke of the cloth. The scent of the soap reminded me too much of Luna Fran's chambers, and my stomach twisted. Was this a trick? Had they decided to humiliate me before executing me for daring to cross the Supreme Alpha's path?

"Why are you doing this?" I whispered.

The maid hesitated. "Orders from the Supreme Alpha himself," she said softly.

My chest tightened. Zane.

I remembered his eyes; dark, burning, endless. The way the world seemed to still when they met mine. The way my breath caught and my wolf stirred restlessly, as though she recognized him. But that couldn't be right?, this isn't a movie where the poor orphaned girl marries the prince, this is real life, my life.

When the maids were done, they dressed me in a soft white nightgown that felt like clouds against my skin. I couldn't stop touching the fabric, half afraid it would vanish. My hair ... white as snow was brushed until it shimmered. Then they left me alone in the room so large I could have fit the Moonshire kitchen inside it twice over.

The bed looked too big, the sheets too clean. I sat on the edge, my body trembling. I was supposed to be happy about this, after all, this meant they hadn't killed me. But all I could think was why?

Why would the Supreme Alpha, ruler of all packs, take an interest in a cursed half-blood like me?

The maids had whispered as they worked, glancing at me as though afraid to speak too loud. I caught fragments of their gossip. "She smells strange..." "The Supreme has never brought anyone to the east wing before..."

I wrapped my arms around myself, pulling the blanket up. The ointment they had rubbed into my bruises tingled, but my heart hurt more. I had to leave, escape now or face eminent death.If I stayed, I would be killed for sure, or worse, become a pawn in whatever game these powerful wolves played. The door creaked, and my breath froze. A shadow appeared - tall and broad.

My wolf whimpered before I could even see his face. The air changed; it thickened, charged like electric.

It was him

"Why are you here?" My voice was barely a whisper. He didn't answer, only the sound of his breathing, slow, like a predator stalking prey. I turned my head slightly, and there he was. Alpha Zane.

The Supreme Alpha of all the clans. He stood partly in shadow, only the faint glow of moonlight revealing the sharp line of his jaw, the cold perfection of his expression. His eyes glimmered like the moon itself.

"You shouldn't be out of bed," he said quietly, though his tone was more command than concern.

"I.....I didn't know this bed was mine," I stammered.

His gaze swept over me, lingering on my large breast. I saw the conflict flash behind his eyes, like he was fighting something within himself. The air between us felt tensed. Then he turned and stepped back into the shadow. "Rest." And just like that, he was gone.

I stared at the door long after it closed. My pulse hammered against my ribs, my breath shallow. Something in his voice... in his eyes... stirred a part of me I didn't understand.

But my fear was stronger, because I knew what men like him did when they felt something they shouldn't.

I waited until the castle went silent, until even the crickets outside stopped chirping. Then I slid off the bed and tiptoed to the door. The floor was cold against my bare feet. My heart pounded so hard I was sure someone would hear it.

The hallway stretched before me, long, lined with portraits of Alphas past. The lights flickered weakly. I crept through the shadows, hugging the walls. My hands trembled with every step I took.

I needed to find Diego. He was the only one who might help me. I slipped past guards, holding my breath as they passed, then darted into the side passage I had remembered from earlier when we arrived. The scent of roasted meat drifted faintly from the kitchens far below. The castle was so vast I could easily get lost in it.

Finally, I found the hallway leading to the guest quarters where the Moonshire pack stayed. My stomach clenched as I heard voices ahead-laughter, clinking glasses. I moved quietly, keeping to the shadows until I reached the door I believed was Diego's.

I knocked softly.

"Diego," I whispered. "It's me."he didn't answer.

I knocked again and still no reply. I panicked, maybe he wasn't here. Maybe......

The door behind me creaked open.

"Looking for someone?"

The familiar voice made my blood run cold. I turned around slowly. Alpha Dirke stood there, dressed in a robe of dark velvet, a cruel smile on his lips. His eyes gleamed with malice.

"Well, well... the little half-blood thinks she's a princess now."

I took a step back, clutching my hands together. "I......... I was just......."

"Just what?" His tone dripped with mockery. "Sneaking around the Supreme's castle like a thief? Or trying to seduce him with your cursed stench?"

My throat tightened. "Please, Alpha, I wasn't....."

He moved faster than I expected, closing the distance between us. His hand shot out, gripping my chin hard enough to make me wince.

"Listen to me, you filthy mistake," he hissed. "You will stop whatever charade you are pulling. The Supreme may pity you now, but he'll learn what you are soon enough. And when he does, I'll make sure he rips your heart out himself."

His breath was hot and sour against my face. My wolf whimpered, but I forced myself not to cry.

"I don't understand," I whispered. "Why are you doing this?"

He laughed, low and cruel. "Because your father should never have been Alpha. The Moon Goddess punished him for defying her and you are the proof of his sin. You shouldn't even exist." His fingers dug deeper into my jaw until I tasted blood.

"I will make sure your death redeems our pack," he growled. Suddenly, the air shifted: electric, thick, and violent.

Dirke froze, his grip slackened.

A growl-not human, not even fully wolf rumbled from behind him, deep and lethal.

"What the hell is happening here?

Dirke paled instantly and released me. He turned, bowing so fast his head nearly hit the floor. "My Lord! Forgive me, I......."

I stumbled back, clutching my aching jaw.

Alpha Zane stood at the end of the hall, his expression unreadable, but his eyes... they burned into mine. He took a step forward, and I felt the pull again, the invisible string tying me to him. My knees nearly buckled.

"What did you do to her?" Zane's voice was calm, but every word carried power.

"N-nothing, my Lord. I found her wandering......."

"She doesn't answer to you here," Zane cut in sharply. "Leave."

Dirke hesitated, his face twitching. "But, my Lord, she......"

"Now."

Dirke bowed lower, muttered something I couldn't hear, and hurried off. His scent lingered; bitter and hateful.

I stood frozen, every muscle tense. My breath came shallow and quick.

Zane approached me slowly, his gaze never leaving me. "You shouldn't have left your quarters," he said, but his tone lacked the harshness I expected.

"I... I thought I was being set up," I whispered.

His jaw tightened. "By who?"

I didn't answer. My throat was too dry, my body trembling too much.

He stopped in front of me, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating off him. His eyes flicked briefly to the faint bruise still on my jaw, and something in his expression changed, something protective.

My wolf whimpered again, louder this time, and to my horror, I felt tears sting my eyes.

"Why do you fear me?" he asked quietly.

"Because everyone does," I breathed.

The silence between us was suffocating.

Zane's eyes darkened, and his voice dropped lower. "They hurt you often, don't they?"

I swallowed hard. "It doesn't matter."

"It matters," he said, so firmly it startled me.

For a heartbeat, I saw it, the flicker of something human behind the Supreme Alpha's mask. Then he turned away, his shoulders rigid.

"Go back to your quarters," he said finally. "Before I forget I'm trying to be merciful."

He started to walk away, but I couldn't move because my wolf was howling inside me, calling his name, not with fear, but with longing. I pressed a hand to my chest, breathless. Something was wrong. The pull was stronger now, almost painful.

He paused, as if hearing it too. Then he turned his head slightly, and for the briefest moment, our eyes met again. Something ancient sparked in the space between us, something neither of us could fight.

And then suddenly we both heard a crash. It echoed from deeper inside the castle. A low growl followed, distant but fierce.

Zane's head snapped toward the sound, his posture shifting instantly into that of the predator, the Alpha, the ruler.

"Stay here," he commanded.

But before I could answer, he was gone, disappearing down the hall like a shadow swallowed by darkness. I pressed my back against the cold wall, shaking.

And deep inside, my wolf whispered what I didn't dare admit out loud.

He's not just watching you, Raina.

He's bound to you.

ZANE

"My Lord, the crash came from the West wing."

"Patrol the area, keep your eyes peeled".

The echo of the crash still lingered in my mind. The lower chamber was quiet now, the bulb dangling from the ceiling flickered, shadows bending along the golden walls as if the palace. I paced the length of the corridor, my black leather boots making a tap tap sound on the marble floor.

I scanned the area with my sharp eyes, sniffed the air to make out any strange presence, but there was none. There was no trace of the disturbance I had heard earlier.Because I was hosting the leaders of the ten clans in my castle I had intensified the security system of the castle because whenever powerful Alpha's gather in a place, there always is a chance of a coup or rebellion, so I declared a curfew after 1:am for the period they were here.

I sniffed the air again, nothing, only faint traces of her... that strange, undefinable scent of hers which was neither wolf nor human.

Raina.

My wolf stirred within me. Mate.

I clenched my jaw. "Enough," I muttered under my breath, forcing Dante's voice back into the dark corners of my mind.

The door creaked open behind me. Beta Mark entered first, calm as always, his eyes sharp. Behind him came Grandaline, my sister, her gown dragging across the cold floor, her expression unreadable but her presence commanding.

"Well," she said, folding her arms, "the great Supreme Alpha pacing the floor like a restless pup. Should we be worried?"

"Don't start, Grandaline," I replied, my tone harsher than intended.

Mark's gaze swept the chamber. "The guards reported no intruders. Whatever caused the sound must have been nothing. Perhaps a servant."

"Perhaps," I said, though I didn't believe it. Something had shifted. I could feel it in my bones.

Grandaline arched an eyebrow. "Or perhaps you're simply... distracted." She smirked "You canceled the mating ceremony before the presentation even began. The entire council is whispering, do you even realize how that looks?"

I turned away, staring at the stairs that led to the lower chamber where Raina slept. "I had my reasons."

"Reasons?" she asked "Do these reasons happen to have white hair and blue eyes?"

Her words cut deeper than they should have. My wolf rumbled in the back of my mind, a low, possessive growl. I forced my composure, crossing my arms. "I found nothing but a frightened girl who should never have been in my path."

Mark exchanged a look with Grandaline before stepping closer. "Zane... you called off the ceremony before any of the clan daughters were presented. That's not like you. The Council is demanding an explanation."

I met his gaze, I knew I had to tell them the truth "Dante marked her."

The silence that followed was so heavy I could hear the blood rushing in my ears.

Grandaline's smile faltered. "What did you just say?"

"My wolf marked her," I said slowly, the weight of the confession hanging between us. "The half-blood girl from Moonshire. He claims she's our fated mate."

Mark swore under his breath. Grandaline took a step back, shaking her head. "That's impossible. You? of all Alphas...... mated to a cursed half-blood? Zane, do you know what this means?"

I did. I had been thinking of nothing else since that moment in the hall when her scent struck me like lightning. Since the look in her eyes; terrified, broken, and yet... something else. Something that called to the part of me I had buried long ago.

"I know," I said quietly. "Which is why I am not accepting it. She is too weak, she can never absorb me- even her betters couldn't."

Mark frowned, "But Dante........."

"Dante is wrong" I cut him off sharply. "She can't be my mate. It's forbidden by the laws of the Council. Alphas don't mate with half-bloods. The union would disgrace the Howlers and weaken the throne."

Grandaline laughed softly, but there was no amusement in it. "The Moonshire pack has been losing influence since Dirke took over. You think it's a coincidence that his pack brought that girl here? Perhaps this is their plan; some twisted scheme to forge an alliance through pity."

Her words struck a nerve. I turned around to face her, my voice dropping to a dangerous low. "You think I can't tell the difference between truth and deceit?"

"I think," she said, meeting my glare, "that you're letting your wolf cloud your judgment."

Dante snarled from within me, but I shut him out. My control was all that kept this conversation from descending into chaos.

Mark stepped forward again, his tone level but cautious. "You said she's half-blood. That makes her vulnerable: to manipulation, to curses, to lies. You know Dirke's reputation, he would do anything to regain power."

"I know," I said. "Which is why you will investigate, quietly ofcourse. Every connection she has, every whisper and gossip from Moonshire, I want to know it all. If this is a trap, I'll find out before the Council does."

Mark nodded. "And if it's not?"

I hesitated for a moment. I heard her voice again.....small, trembling. I didn't mean to cross your path, my Lord. Please don't hurt me. If this is real then I might have to find another way to discard of her. The supreme Alpha must never be perceived to be weak.

I pushed the memory of her enchanting small voice away. "If it's not," I said, "then I'll decide what to do with her myself."

My sister Grandaline approached me, her expression softening for the first time. "Brother, you've led the packs through blood and fire. Don't let a slave girl, especially a cursed one undo that."

I looked at her, seeing the concern beneath her arrogance. "I won't," I said. "I can't afford to." But even as I said it, Dante stirred again, you lie to yourself.

I turned sharply toward the open door, the air shifting. The faintest trace of her scent: soft, faintly wild, like rain on stone, drifted down the corridor. My wolf surged forward, clawing for control.

She's close Dante growled.

"Zane?" Grandaline's voice pulled me back.

I straightened, forcing my heartbeat to steady. "You will investigate her personally," I told Grandaline "Watch her, find out whatever Dirke is planning and report back to me."

Grandaline nodded, her expression cold again.

"As you wish my Lord"

Mark bowed curtly "I will question the Moonshire warriors and see what rumors they are spreading."

As they turned to leave, I stayed by the window, staring out at the moonlit courtyard below stretching in it's vastness and spilling to the woods beyond The castle walls. The castle was silent, the night heavy with the scent of the magic of the moon which every wolf draws it's essence.

I starred at my reflection on the glass window, it looked strange and weary. Just yesterday I was nervous about finding my mate, meeting her, marking her. Now, I was nervous to accept her, if the half-blood is really the one. My eyes glowed faintly gold...my wolf's mark of claim. I pressed my palm to my chest, as if I could smother the bond pulsing beneath the skin.

"She can't be my mate," I whispered to myself again, rags swelling up inside me.

She is, Dante growled, she is fated, ours and if you dare deny her, you will lose more than your throne.

A shiver ran through my spine. For the first time in years, I felt fear, I, Zane of Howlgroove, Alpha Supreme, suddenly afraid. Outside the chamber, a door creaked open, I heard voices and footsteps approaching me very quickly. Grandaline appeared with a guard running towards me. Startled, I moved toward them, my instincts sharpening, my strides quick and swift. The scent of my purposed mate Raina was stronger now, I could smell her fear, something is wrong.

I stood still at the middle of the long corridor , Grandaline and the guard bowed , they looked charged.

"What is it?" I demanded.

"My Lord... there is movement in the east wing, she has broken curfew." Grandaline replied, her breathing heavy as if she was trying to catch her breath.

My eyes narrowed. "Who?" I asked feigning ignorance, but I already knew who she was talking about .

she hesitated. "The half-blood, my Lord. Raina."

The castle seemed to tilt for a moment. Dante roared in triumph, his voice shaking through my mind. Go to her, she is afraid, she needs you.

I didn't move, I hoped at that moment that I could wish this whole day away.

Mark strutted in taking in the situation, he knew I had already been briefed by Grandaline. He bowed low "Your orders, my Lord?"

I wish I could order her to be thrown out, killed, disappear. But, I couldn't, I almost felt responsible for her now, for her safety, for her happiness and I didn't even know why.

I turned toward the dark hall where her scent led and for a moment I thought I saw her standing Infront of me-white hair shinning like silver beneath the moonlight.

"Find her," I said at last, my voice low and dangerous. "But do not harm her."

Mark nodded, signaling the guards to follow him. Grandaline looked at me for a moment with motherly concern, shook her head sadly and walked away towards the upper Chambers.

As they disappeared down the hall, I stood alone in the silence, Dante's growl rumbling like thunder beneath my skin. You can't run from fate, he whispered, you can't turn her away from us, she is ours, forever.

I shook with rage, Dante was wrong, I could, and will. My throne is being threatened by her existence, marking her was no option. Our bond is against the moon goddess's divine laws. Only pure bloods are mate to Alpha's, much more Alpha supreme.

"Watch me try," I muttered, walking towards the entrance of the castle where I could hear the commotion.