Kayden POV:

"Oh yes, please, alpha, please..." I hear the she-wolf moan under me as I thrust into her without abandon.

Her voice was getting annoying; I usually hated when she-wolves made exaggerated sounds during sex, it ruins the whole vibe, but no matter how much I tell her, she doesn't listen.

Pulling out and flipping her over on her stomach, I hold your waist, bringing it up in the air. With her ass sticking out, I thrust in one go and muffle her scream by shoving her head into the pillows. Her screams and my wolf's nagging drove me crazy, and I didn't need my dick to flatten out. What would people say if they ever found that, that during sex, I lost my hard-on? Such an embarrassment.

I chased my release, concentrating on the plump juicy ass in front of me, giving a few hefty slaps, admiring the handprint on the she-wolf's white skin, while I watched my dick thrust in and out of the she-wolf's pussy. I was over this and wanted this she-wolf gone. Not long after, I finished in the condom and pulled out of the she-wolf; getting off the bed, I put on my basketball shorts and ran my hand in my hair to fix it.

"Kayden, that was amazing." I heard the she-wolf purr from behind me on the bed. I wasn't the type of guy to entrain a girl after the deed was done, and it wasn't like she didn't know that. She knew that I didn't do relationships. If you wanted to give it a label, I was just a one-night stand of a guy; however, I always stuck to one she-wolf. The one that was currently eye-fucking.

I just nodded and went to grab a shirt from my walk-in closet. Hopefully, the she-wolf would get the message and scram. However, that wasn't the case when I came back. Chrissy or Christan, whatever her name was still there, buck naked and looking at my abs with lustful eyes as I put on my shirt. It wasn't like this was her first rodeo; we've been fucking for some time now, and she knows I don't like it when she sticks around afterwards. Nowadays, she's been getting clingy; I'll probably have to get rid of her soon.

"Alpha.." before she could finish whatever she was about to say, I interrupted her and said,

"Chrissy, get out. You know the drill. Don't bother coming back here if you don't stop with the clingy attitude."

"It's Christan.." I heard the she-wolf whisper. Well, at least I knew it was either that or Chrissy. Looking towards her, I saw tears well up in her eyes as she leaned down and wore an overside hoodie that I had ripped off her body.

Goddess, please! I don't need the drama right now. I'm already stressed about the coronation tomorrow, and I don't have the mental capacity for a she-wolf's tantrum right now.

"Why do you do this, Kayden, we've known each other since high school, and we've made love for the past five years. You don't bed anyone other than me. You know me, don't you think we should take a step further in our relationship. I promise to the goddess I can make you happy, I'll be a great girlfriend and eventually Luna..." but before she could continue, I let out a low warning growl.

"First of all, Christan. We never made love; we fucked, and it was purely just that. Lust and rough sex, never love and can never be love. You knew that very well when I first brought you to my bed that we would be nothing other than bed-buddies, and you were okay with it. The only reason why I never bedded anyone else was that I don't need the whole wolf population thinking I'm man-whoring my way through every pussy in the kingdom. So I suggest you leave now before I lose it and do something that I might regret later." I said, my alpha aura rolling out of me in waves, which caused her to squeak and lower her gaze in submission to her prince.

Understanding the heat of the situation, Christan doesn't say anything, bares her neck, stands up, gives a little bow, and practically runs towards the door. Before she can open it, I turn around and say.

"Also, remember one thing you or any other she-wolf will never be mine and Jayden's luna. That title belongs to our fated mate, which will never change; if we don't find her, we will rule alone." I said, my voice gruff as my wolf surfaces, making his presence known.

Christan nodded her head; I could tell she was shivering; her fright was rolling off of her in waves. She opened the door and bolted out of my room. Mind linking our beta, Tim, I asked him to get an omega to change the covers and sheets on my bed. I went into the shower, deciding to cool off; that drainage she-wolf had almost made me lose it; I needed a cold shower. Stripping off my clothes and adjusting the water temperature, I hopped in. Soaking my hair, I put both of my hands against the wall and looked down; I couldn't help but think that it's been almost eleven years since my brother, Jayden, and I turned eighteen, and we had yet to find our mate and Luna. It wasn't unusual since wolves were gifted with eternal life; we stop aging after turning twenty-one. Even though the majority found their mates between the ages of eighteen and twenty-one, there were also a few cases where they found them in their late thirties or forties. However, it's been eleven years and still no mate. Jayden and I kept ourselves chaste for our Mate, promising that we all would be each other's first, but as time went by, we both got frustrated. However, that still wasn't the final nail in the coffin; on the night of our twenty-fourth birthday, we were out with a few friends at a club and drank a little too much. One thing led to another, and fifteen werewolf vodka bottles later, which happened to be the final nail in the coffin, I was found in bed with Christan and Jayden with her sister, Chrissy, if that is even her name.

Jayden and I were flabbergasted the following day, it was usually hard for wolves to get drunk, and on top of that, we were the future kings; our tolerance should've been astronomically high, but we still got drunk. No matter how many times I looked back at it, it hurt my heart. I wanted that to be my Mate, our Mate, but that wasn't the case and won't ever be if we didn't find her.

Despite the aching heart from our actions, we became hypocrites and tended to invite both girls to our beds from time to time after that. It wasn't out of love, but when our frustration levels peeked, we had to take it out, and it was better than bashing things around the palace; our mom, to be kings or not, would kick our asses.

Quickly shampooing and washing the scent of that she-wolf off my body, I finished and wrapped a bathrobe around myself before going out to my room.

"Hey bro, saw Christan crying. What did you do this time." Said Jayden as soon as he saw me coming out. He had a smirk on his lips; the bastard probably knew why I was pissed at her and was just poking my buttons.

"Little brother. I would suggest you zip it; not the best of moods at the moment." I said, walking towards the walk-in closet.

"What went up your ass? Anyhow, dad wants us in the throne room in ten minutes. He wants to go over the oath with us tomorrow." I heard Jayden say as I pulled on a pair of basketball shorts and a white tee.

Oh, right, the oath. Our father, Alpha King Rowco, would be stepping down, and Jayden and I would be taking over tomorrow. As scary as that should've sounded, it didn't, we had been groomed all our lives for this moment, but it still felt incomplete. Dad had found mom before he took the throne. Therefore he had his luna queen by his side. But Jayden and I didn't. I knew Jayden felt the same way; it was a twin thing; we always knew what the other was thinking. We were identical. Therefore we were one alpha in two bodies which was also why we knew we would share a luna and mate.

"Yeah! let me grab my phone, and we'll head there now." I said as I went to take my phone from the side table.

Both of us walked side by side, quietly lost in thought down the corridor.

"We'll find her brother. I know we will." Said Jayden

I hope so, brother; I really hope so because we may become alpha kings tomorrow and possess everything, but our hearts will always remain empty without her. Our Mate, our luna queen.

Jayden's POV:

I could see Kayden was worried about something; his stiff shoulders and ridge walk gave it away despite how much he tried hiding it. Plus, we were twins; I unconsciously knew what my brother was feeling and thinking; it was a twin thing, a connection we shared with no other than amongst us. He always felt guilty after sleeping with that she-wolf; I knew he wanted to go back in time and erase that day from existence. Even though I had chosen to move on didn't mean the guilt didn't linger. It was mine and Kayden's promise to our future mate that we would remain loyal to ger till we met her but that all went to shit.

What was worse, all the high and mighty talk about remaining faithful went down the drain; we didn't stop once he had slept with those she-wolves. As hypocritical as it was, sex became an outlet to let out our frustration one way or another. It wasn't like we ever forced a she-wolf or were rough to the point where they were left handicapped. No, it was just sex, a method to release, with no strings attached.

Kayden was better in that department than me; he had never had sex with anyone other than Christan, the same she-wolf he slept with five years ago on our twenty-fourth birthday. However, that she-wolf was cracked in the head. She had been convinced that Kayden was in love with her because she was the only she-wolf he ever slept with but wasn't admitting it in fear of his mate showing up. Little did she know that she was his whore, well concubine, to put it respectfully. On the other hand, I slept with an array of she-wolves, but the goal was the same, just to let out frustration, never once anything more than that. However, that didn't deter the she-wolves from trying. But Kayden used to get a more significant share of the ambitious ones since he was the eldest among us by a few minutes.

Just like Kayden, I longed for our Luna queen. Tomorrow we were ascending the throne; we should have been rejoicing, celebrating. We had trained all our lives for this moment, but it still felt like something was missing. It didn't take a genius to know it was due to the lack of our mate. Over the years, we had been advised to a take chosen mate, but we denied it; even if we had to rule alone, we would do so but wouldn't take a chosen. The luna queen crown belonged to our mate and her alone. If it were up to us, we wouldn't even ascend until our beautiful luna was by our side, but mum and dad, we're getting old; they've been ruling for over a hundred years now: they wanted to retire. Maybe even have more kids, which was weird, but hey, whatever floats their boats, I guess, not like we aged or anything after twenty-one.

Looking towards Kayden again, I see he's still lost in thought; clearing my throat, gaining his attention, I said.

"So bro, what do you think about tomorrow's perp? I asked in a feeble attempt to divert his mind.

He stared at me for a few seconds with judgy eyes and said.

"You know you suck at small talk, right." He said, laughing at the end.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Dude, you gotta cheer up. You look like someone killed your pet turtle or something." I said.

He laughed, shaking his head. Once we reached the throne room, a wolf announced our presence; father and mother dismissed the court members around them, leaving just us and them in the throne room.

In front of everyone, we always remained emotionless, keeping physical contact at a minimum as well. Being royalty was ass-kicking hard, but these protocols were needed. If we used to give someone an inch, they would take a whole fucking step. We weren't ruthless leaders but firm, which was needed to maintain order in the realm.

Mum immediately had both of us in a death grip of a hug, with her small petite arms around our neck as we crouched down to her level. Queen Diana, our mother, was a tiny she-wolf, but she raged hell when needed; there was a time when even us and dad were scared of her. Her word was the law for dad and us, and to some extent, even now, it was.

"Honey let them breath; we need them for the coronation tomorrow," Dad said from behind her, grabbing his mate by the arms and snuggling her into his chest as he nuzzled into her neck, taking in her scent.

I had always envied our parent's relationship; they were fated, mates. A match made in wolf heaven for sure. They had dated from the age of fifteen despite knowing they might not be mates. At the time, from the stories, we heard that both of them were madly in love, which was insane. Mom was grandpa's beta's elder daughter, so dad and she had particular grown-up together. But, from what we heard, even though being madly in love, they still had a mutual understanding to let the other go if they were to find their mate, and there would be no animosity between them. But when dad turned eighteen a year before mom, his wolf confirmed mom as his fated mate. To say they were happy would be an understatement. The celebration was tremendous, from the pictures in the archive Kayden and I have seen. When looking at love like that, how could we take a chosen mate? And, deep down, we know our parents didn't want us to take a chosen mate either. On numerous occasions, Mom said that she wanted us to experience what she and dad felt because nothing can compare to it, even if they were harsh as monarchs, that never had shadowed their love for us. They had stood up for us in front of the court, bending the rules from time to time and even putting up with us; we owed them everything, and that was why we were taking the throne despite being reluctant to ascend without our mate by our side, we were still going to tomorrow. To give our parents a chance to live for themselves and not have the weight of the entire wolf and human realm on their shoulders. We were born for this, and it was time to stand up and take responsibility. Hopefully, soon, our mate can join us too.