Conrad is the oldest son of Alpha Carlos from the Snow Mountain Pack. Their pack is suitably named as they reside near the mountains, which become covered in snow during the winter season. Also, their wolves normally have white fur. Those native to their pack, anyway. Since there’s been a mix up with other packs due to mating, not everyone has a white wolf. The alpha’s family, though, carries the dominant gene. Regardless of mating with someone outside their pack, the resulting offspring would be white wolves.
Conrad has a younger brother named Caleb. They were two years apart. And though their father and the elders wanted to train Caleb as well, his brother isn’t interested. He’s a good fighter, though. He trains hard as a pack warrior.
Their mother is sweet, gentle, and kind. She has a very nurturing nature and helpful to everyone. She rarely raises her voice. Her boys wanted to have mates as wonderful as their mother. Of course, she taught them that, too. As pack leaders, their mates should understand the responsibility as well.
But Conrad is now twenty-eight years old and he hasn’t met his mate yet. This does not discourage him. Their pack is only one of many residing in the country. They have allied with the others and there’s an existing agreement of peace to make finding mates easier for everyone. Mates are very important to werewolves. It’s the moon goddess’ choice for every Lycan. There’s a certain pull towards one another, though it doesn’t exactly override one’s choice or will. Mates can be rejected. You can mate with someone else of your choosing. There are second chances, too.
Conrad’s confidence and hope wane every year that passes by. He hopes to meet his mate before he turns thirty. His Luna. He has already visited majority of the packs in the country. The scope of his search is getting smaller each month.
Who knew that it was her who would stumble into their territory?
The premise isn’t good, though. A group of rogues has stepped into their grounds, while being pursued by hostile wolves. The report came to his father and Conrad joined in checking the situation.
He perked up when his senses caught her scent. It smells like fresh apples. He lightly growled. There’s fear in the air and he heard a woman scream. He ran faster. He hoped that scream didn’t originate from his mate. She’s finally here! He’s finally gonna see her!
His father did sense the change in him and asked him through the mind l**k. He merely replied with one word. Mate!
As the next alpha of the pack, his mate is considered someone just as important. Carlos ordered everyone in his command to protect the newcomers, especially the women.
Your future Luna may be one of them. He directly informed them of the reason. That would make them take it seriously. Given that those wolves are rogues, it’s common to view them with suspicion and hate. There’s no genuine desire to help them.
That won’t be the case today, though.
Alice rarely transforms into her wolf. She’d only done it twice before. While everyone is already fighting in that form, she remained in her human one. She gripped in her hands two daggers that her mother gifted her on her eighteenth birthday. They’re sharp and she’s used to using them to protect herself. Against huge wolves, though… it doesn’t seem much. They hoped this pack that they encroached upon would help them, but her hopes aren’t that high.
Alice only met this group two months ago. Everyone has been running for quite some time. Her? She’s been on the run for almost a year now. Someone took pity on her early on and gave her a potion that masks her scent. It ran out a couple of days ago.
She doesn’t fight well. The way she defends herself is haphazard. When Conrad approached her, she almost sliced through him.
“Hey, there… easy.” It isn’t the time to admire her, Conrad reminded himself, but he could really spend days just looking at her.
Alice looked at him, confused. He’s in his human form and though he’s taller than her, she immediately noticed the way he protects her. Only then did she realize the newcomers. Are they safe now? She wanted to sob. Her legs gave in from a combination of hunger and fear.
“Are you okay?” His voice… that’s when the scent hit her and her eyes constricted. Mate! No!
He has one arm around her waist, having held her when she slumped down. He was reluctant to leave her, but knew he must.
“Stay here.” His voice was soothing the fear in her heart and she watched him transform into the whitest wolf she’d ever seen. Her body trembled. Is he…? Is he her mate? She took a deep breath and his scent was mixed in it. It was calming her nerves. It must be from exhaustion but she felt her body weakening and she couldn’t keep her eyes open. Softly, she slumped on the ground, covered in a thick layer of grass.
Their pack warriors drove most of the hostile werewolves away. Some were killed. They were tough and put up quite a fight. The rogues who encroached in their territory were rounded up and taken to the camp. As for his mate, he didn’t allow anyone else to touch her. He carried her in his arms.
His mother and a few other pack members checked the wounded.
“Do you want to put her in a nursery room or are you taking her to your room?”
There was that teasing tone from his mother and he knew his father told her.
“She’s beautiful. What’s her name?”
He appreciated her compliment, but he has no answer to her question.
“I don’t know yet.”
“She doesn’t have any fresh wound on her, just scratches here and there. You can put her in your room if you want.” His mother instructed and he obeyed. He needed to go and check on the group she came with. Rogues, huh? She doesn’t have a pack?
After tucking her in to his bed, he pressed a kiss on her forehead. A smile slowly appeared on his face. Mate. He finally found her. As he gazed at her face, he couldn’t be more thankful.
He only left her alone when his father mind-linked him and asked for his presence in the conference hall. He won’t be gone too long anyway.
When he arrived at the hall, he counted eleven rogues in total. Her mate will make that a dozen. Three are currently being treated for serious injuries.
“Have you interrogated them already, father?” He asked as he stood next to the alpha.
Before his old man could reply, a middle-aged woman directed a question at them.
“Where’s Alice? What have you done to her?”
His father turned to him, allowing him to answer.
“Is that her name?” He asked, repeating the name in his head. It’s as beautiful as her.
“Where is she?” There was concern and worry in her voice. Conrad doesn’t think she’s a threat.
“She’s safe, sleeping soundly in my room. You don’t need to worry about her.”
“In your room?” Now, there’s a hint of anger in her tone. Her eyes were glaring daggers at him.
Conrad sighed but his father decided to answer on his behalf.
“She happens to be my son’s mate. She will not be harmed, if that is your concern. Now, tell us how you stumbled upon our territory and who were after you earlier? Which hostile pack are they from?”
“It was the Silver Crescent Pack.” A man among the group replied. He seems to be the oldest and acting as leader. His answer didn’t need any additional explanation. Silver Crescent is notorious with its bad reputation. They were cruel, barbaric and unreasonable. It hasn’t been that way from the beginning. It started about five years ago. Their leader turned evil and inflicted pain to anyone who goes against him. Several good men tried to beat him, but none succeeded. He was ruthless. Just last year, there was a piece of news that said he killed his own mate. It was terrible. The alpha’s name was Walter and everyone has been wary of him and his attacks on neighboring packs.The allied packs have not made any decision yet on attacking them. In a way, Silver Crescent was the biggest pack in the northern territory. It would take much resources to attack it and ensure a win. Coordination between the allied packs is the biggest challenge. If they don&r
Alice never wanted to lose those daggers. She can’t lose them. She pleaded the man with a look.Conrad took a moment to sigh. “Why don’t you drink first?” He gave her the glass of water and she took it. She’s really thirsty. After finishing the glass, she realized there’s food on the table. She stared at them almost longingly.“I don’t think bringing a lamp would help much. Let’s wait for morning to come. Are you hungry? You should eat first.”When he gestured for her to move towards the table, she was slightly taken aback. The food… she can eat them? It’s been so long since she had a proper meal. On at table. With utensils. But her daggers… she hesitated to move.“I promise we’ll get your daggers back tomorrow.” His voice seemed to be pleading.When she stared at him, he has this calming effect on her. She frowned for a few seconds before gasping agai
As minutes go by, Conrad watched as her expression darkened.Alice couldn’t believe her luck. Her mate came from the family of the Alpha. But would he want her as a mate? She knew mates could be rejected. All she would bring to this pack is trouble. They might want to avoid that. She dashed her own hope. No way would they want her here. She’s glad for this brief reprieve, though. It’s nice to feel comfortable once in a while after so many months of discomfort.“What’s wrong?” He finally asked, not liking how her face paled. It was rosy when she got out of the shower and he liked seeing her with color. He can almost feel how soft her cheeks would be. The dress also looked good on her.She gave him a sad smile, “You’re going to reject me, aren’t you?”His heart skipped a beat at hearing her question.“What made you think that?” His expression showed agitation. That would never ha
Conrad knew he should stop while he’s still in control. He doesn’t want to scare her off. Who knew how long they’ve been engaged in kissing each other? Her taste is now etched in his memory. As sweet as apples. With much difficulty, he pressed a hard kiss on her lips before moving back… only to find her following him and seeking his lips once again. Damn. He groaned in frustration. He knew she’s not ready. She doesn’t even know how to kiss just a while ago.He tried pushing her off, very lightly and he saw her expression of desire and haze.“Alice, we should stop.” He whispered as he caressed her cheek and yes, her skin is as soft as he imagined. Her face is flushed and her chest is heaving. Still, there’s an ache below her navel that hasn’t gone away.“You should rest. Lie on the bed and sleep.” He pressed a kiss on her nose. He waited for her to move, but she didn’t. They simply sta
Conrad went to the room next door and took a shower as well. He promised that they’ll look for her daggers and he meant to do that first thing this morning. He was ready to go when she came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a white shirt and blue pants. Ah, he forgot the shoes again. “Wait here for a moment. I’ll get you some shoes.” He quickly went out and while he’s away, Alice looked around his room. She was not able to do so yesterday. When he left her to sleep, she truly fell asleep. He returned with a pair of white rubber shoes. He took her hand and guided her through the pack house. There was that undeniable spark when they touched. “Are we going to the woods?” She’s still anxious about losing her daggers. “Not yet. Let’s have breakfast first. My mother wants to meet you.” In the kitchen, her mother is already there. She’s usually early at work, overseeing the pack house management. She approached when they en
Conrad kept close to her as they made their way towards the forest. He’s got this prickly feeling in his chest, whenever he catches another guy looking at his mate. It’s an irritating feeling, but he knew he needed to keep it under control. Alice noticed his closeness but it did make her feel safe in this unfamiliar territory. At one point, he grabbed her wrist and held it as they walked. Then, he started telling her the areas in the pack that they’ve come across. She looked around and felt a certain level of calm in her heart. This place seems to have that effect on her. It looks peaceful. It’s simple and neat but that’s its beauty. She frowned at how organized and tidy the place was. Her old pack is known for being chaotic and messy. The environment alone keeps her alert and on guard. But here… she likes the momentary feeling she’s having. She took in a deep breath and the smelled his scent again. Apples. At some point, his hand has moved toward hers and clasped it
She cried for a while and Conrad tried his best to comfort her. He felt helpless with his words. He knew he would truly protect her and keep her safe, but she can’t seem to accept it. He can tell she’s having thoughts of leaving. Alice found comfort in his arms. She grudgingly admitted to herself that she liked the feeling. To have someone to lean on… but she really doesn’t want to trouble them. She wiped her tears and stepped away from him. “I’m sorry.” “You have nothing to be sorry about.” Conrad replied, itching to touch her again. She turned away from him and asked, “Should we move on? I really want to retrieve my daggers.” Conrad checked their position and gestured towards a certain direction, “This way.” As soon as they neared the place, Alice sniffed the air. The daggers definitely have her scent. They’re very dear to her and she sleeps at night holding them. Conrad picked up the scent as well but he let her find it. It
Conrad decided to give her more time. He understands it won’t be easy for her to trust him when she spent the last few months only relying on herself and the others she’d been with. When they neared the lake, he heard her softly gasp.“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He’s proud of this scenery. It’s one of the best places in their territory. Also, it’s calming.The surface of the lake is calm and reflects the mountains beyond. The colors are clear, perfectly simulating a mirror.Her pace became faster and she almost skipped towards it, going ahead of him.He chuckled at her reaction. He’s glad she likes it.Alice also noticed the cute houses that were situated near the lake. There were two of them. She assumed those were the houses he mentioned. Her gaze focused on the lake and its water surface. She breathed in the fresh air, too. His scent of apples tickled her nostrils. It made