1. Chelsea

"Your body is so alluring, Chelsea." In a low, husky voice, he proclaimed his admiration which only tickled my core and ragged my blood.

Lucian is the Alpha in the Blue Moon Pack, he had a perfect masculine physique. I, on the other hand, was nothing more than an omega. Despite the fact that I'm the only daughter of a warrior of his pack. My mere position in the pack was still too low to be deemed a suitable match for the Alpha. But regardless of that, regardless of everything, he chose me. He picked me out of all the other women who lusted after him. It was hard for me to believe as well... until he finally confessed last year.

Today was the day that finally marked our transition into the threshold of adulthood. We were finally eighteen. In a while, we'll also find their fated mates. We'll soon find someone to share our lives with. As a general rule, the instant werewolves reach the age of eighteen, they will meet their fated mates.

Although it was almost eleven in the morning, I was unable to detect the scent of my fated mate. Lucian had reassured me that he would come through for me and urged me not to be concerned because he himself hadn't found his yet. Despite my best efforts, it was difficult to control my anxiety. If it was him, I would have caught his scent the moment I laid my eyes on him here today.

What would I do if it wasn't him?

While I pondered hard, Lucian had finished undressing and began to kiss me on the bare shoulder. I trembled with joy as my spine tingled with excitement.

Having positioned himself between my thighs, he said, "I will hurt you.”

It was the part I never liked. I told him not to do it a lot of times but he refused to listen.

However instead of ruining the moment, I kept quiet and just gave a cautious nod before I closed my eyes bracing myself to experience the severity of his presence deep within my core. At that very precise moment, a distant, wild odor hit my senses. The scent... My lips curved with a smile believing it was Lucien.

As happiness flooded me, I clung to his body, my eyes still closed. Then, I attempted to draw in his scent, but the scariest part was that I came up empty. His body was devoid of any fragrance rather than sweats. The fire in my body gave way to a growing sense of unease as Lucian's manhood inched its way down between my legs.

Anxiety replaced the heat of my body But before he could enter me, a cold voice filled the entire room, echoing off the walls.

"Having fun?"

No, it was not Lucian. It was not his voice. It was entirely foreign to me. This voice lacked any trace of warmth, compassion, or emotion of any kind; it was icy and unfeeling throughout its entirety. Whoever it was, it had to be my doom in the name of mate.

I cringed at the thought and dared to open my eyes. The next instant, Lucien launched himself away from my body and threw the blanket over our bodies covering the sight of nakedness.

My thoughts began to get jumbled as I observed how Lucien's face had become devoid of colors. When I could not help but feel a growing sense of curiosity, I turned in the direction of Lucian's terrified stare.

As soon as I laid my eyes on those eyes, which were a bluish-gray color and clouded over with hatred, my heart began to pound in my breast. Breathtaking...

I had seen him once or twice at most. His face was so magnificent that the word ‘forgetting’ wouldn't allow itself even if one tries their hardest to.

He was magnificently HIM. Alastair Callisto, the Alpha of Crescent Pack and the Prince of Frost Falls. Frost Falls was one of the states of Walaland–that he would be ruling very soon. The entire Wala kingdom will go under his ruling. Currently, it's being ruled by his mother.

To me, their names were as dangerous as their faces. I'm not being dramatic. Whoever encountered these exemplary people would likely concur that they were the most horrible beings to ever roam this planet. And, among these people, Alastair was the worst, however, they would never deny that this Prince was the most attractive creature that has ever been. The women in particular were so smitten with him.

And now that I had seen him up close, I couldn't agree more, and also couldn't blame the women for their hunger. He was simply too good to be true. So annoyingly handsome. So unnaturally perfect.

His shiny dark brown hair, which covered a side of his forehead to a small extent, framed his fair, oval-shaped face so impeccably. His features were defined flawlessly. Those medium-thick eyebrows, slim, straight nose, sharp jawlines with the combination of his broad shoulders and his trim waist made him appear to take perfection to a whole new level.

"I stink because of you, Alpha Lucian," the prince whined, sniffing his white shirt. So fucking cold, his voice was. Goosebumps broke on my skin.

As if smelling the danger, Lucian ducked his head immediately. "Your highness, please accept my sincere apologies; I was unaware of your presence."

Weird. The one whom I believed to be a tiger was acting like a scared cat. It bothered me though I knew there was no one else on earth that could compare to the Alpha Prince's cruelty. He slaughtered people with the same lack of reflection that one might give to killing an ant. I hated him knowing that.

The prince cast an empty look my way before frowning at Lucian again. "I smelled you on my mate."

"Mate?" In a state of extreme bewilderment, Lucian turned his attention to me. I froze next to him, on the bed. I wasn't breathing, but the scent was still there.

No...

Suddenly, the penny dropped, and his eyes widened in shock. "You...?"

I began to shake my head, but again, a trace of a heavenly aroma penetrated my nasal passages. It was acrid, overpowering, and tinged with cinnamon all throughout. It was the ideal balance of sweetness and warmth, with just a touch of spiciness to round it off.

He can't be....

Fear began to fill my chest. I felt numbness, chills settling through my body, and the edge of tears forming.

I realized I was still shaking my head. "Shit... no, hell no." As possibilities of it rushed throughout my mind, I wiped my tears away and refused to believe the truth, "That's impossible!"

There was no way in hell that Alastair was my mate. He had been the target of every woman but mine. I never wanted him. I barely knew him. He was too much for someone like me. Alastair was a frigging Prince, and I was a mere peasant for him.

"Five minutes. Put some clothes on and step out." He issued a command in a harsh tone before storming out of the room and slamming the door shut. Loud.

My gaze shifted to Lucian. He was shaking as he put on his clothes urgently. I sat there in silence, dumbfounded by his stupidity. He did not say a word to me before leaving the room. He'd never acted in such a way before. He had been brave and I had always admired him for his courage.

What was wrong with him? I wanted to ask him. But I decided not to and shake myself out of her daze. Wasting no more time, I hurriedly dressed myself.