Chapter 2

The day that the eldest son of our pack leader, RavyCostas, is meant to mark his coming of age is a big occasion for our pack.   I had seen him before at other special events. He was a big brooding hulk with all the required physical characteristics of a pure blood leader.  I remember an occasion when he and his family came to our school and I watched him from a distance. At the time I thought he would make a good leader some day. 

The ritual should have been straight forward, all of us were to be in attendance in the sports auditorium at Wentworth Academy.  Ravy, would have his haircut and then find his mate in the crowd.  They would have felt each others presence from the moment he turned and the craving would have started the slow burn that would consume them until they met face to face. Ravywould acknowledge his mate in front of the whole community. Then we would be presented with our future pack leader and his mate.   All very civilised.

But The Goddess had other plans for this predestined match, her reasons for this pairing were a mystery, no one saw it coming.

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Axen PoV Past

I woke breathless, a heavy weight on my chest that didn't let me catch my breath or let me lift my body from the bed.  I lay in a pool of sweat, pressed down and tortured by the inferno inside me.  There was a trembling in my body that terrified me, as if my heart was pounding so fast my veins were about to explode.  I could feel and see my wolf, who normally growled quietly in my ear to calm me, instead writhing and whimpering oblivious of me. 

 The thought of going to the Alpha's celebration was the last thing I wanted to do.  I was obviously ill and I just wanted to crawl into a corner and die.  

The internal heat became worse as the morning went on until my skin was so sensitive it felt like it was burning from the inside out. 

 My most intimate parts were the worst, I wanted to bathe and ease the tingling that was making my cock stand erect, stretched and painful, my nipples were hard as pebbles and it was agony when they rubbed against my shirt. and my neck...oh my poor neck spasmed and twitched. I was starting to fear for my life, what terrible ailment was this.

No excuse would be accepted for not being at the auditorium and so I forced myself to get ready.

  I  combed my wild mane back flat, until a tight plait lay neatly down my back, accentuating all the angles and curves of my face and my eyes.  

 When I looked at my face in the mirror I didn't see weakness because the lines were soft, I was just a little different.  I dressed in my best clothes, all the while feeling weak and shaky, my face flushed and sweat pouring from me as if I was standing in a furnace.

The auditorium was full when I arrived and I stood at the very back near the main doors, ready to leave as soon as I could.  I hated coming to these affairs and that day was worse than usual.  If I could have crammed myself into a crack in the wall I would have.  Between the heat in my belly and the blood pounding in my ears it took an effort to stand, concentrating on what was being said was virtually impossible.

They were droning on and I held the wall for support.  There was a loud cheer and then a gong sounded three times.  It meant the ceremony was complete and the future leader of the pack was searching for his mate in the crowd. 

 I imagined every eligible young female was praying he would stop in front of her and claim her.

  In my own world of pain, and some other sensation that I couldn't fathom, I was only vaguely aware of my surroundings and I just wanted it to end.  I  closed my eyes, consciously trying to slow my erratic breathing.   Somewhere in the back of my mind I waited like everyone else, who was the lucky girl?

It was only when the sound of feet shuffling away and waves of angry whispers that I finally  bothered to open my eyes.  At first all I noticed were the shocked expressions on people's faces....why were they looking at me. My breath caught in my throat when I saw Ravywalking in my direction.  

His eyes burning into mine with what I can only describe as pure hate.  The pack fell away on either side as he made his way towards me, finally standing a few feet in front of me his chest heaving and looking as if he wanted to strike me down.

                                    

Ravy PoV Past

I sat watching the clock,  I was unable to sleep waiting for the hour to come that would mean I had come of age and I was an Alpha in my own right, the future leader of the  pack.

  I was also going to meet my mate in a few hours and by the end of the day I will bed her and mark her as mine..it made me tremble to think that at last, I will feel complete.  The longing will be over. I wonder what she is like, sweet or sexy, all soft curves and large breasts. I hope so. 

 I want her scent to wash over me and drive me insane as I nuzzle her softness and bury myself in her.  I could have had countless women but I have waited for HER.

  I will love and cherish her and our generation of The Pure will be rich with beautiful sons and daughters.  Our pure-blood ancestors will look down on us and bless the pack.

Minutes away and I brace myself.  I have been warned that when it initially hits it's like every nerve ending sparks into life and blood vessels defy biology...blood bubbling and coursing like white water through your body.  

You get bombarded by different emotions, smells, and sounds all at once.  And then that one special scent, that drives you mad with lust, will separate itself from the rest, drawing you to her.  

There's a deep unbearable ache for something that is missing that drives you to find your mate immediately.  It feels like you dying until you set eyes on them.  

The initial intensity doesn't last for long but the knowledge that your mate is out there and waiting is your only thought.  The desire to mate and mark them is the only imperative until the task is done.  You breathe, talk, walk, and exist only to be with them.