Is She Your Fated Mate?

~Sonya~

I can’t wait to get out of this shithole and get back to the royal pack. I always hate having to come to these lower packhouses. They never have the proper accommodations, and I never understand that. Devonte resides in the castle; he’s the son of the Royal Gamma. Why would there not be better accommodations that match his status?

Our path to the packhouse is littered with various people nodding and waving at Devonte as we go. He is always polite, waving back. I try to keep my disdain to myself. I can’t stand being around all of these, well…..commoners.

Devonte pulls me up the back steps of the packhouse and leads me into the building. We enter through the dining room, and it’s rudimentary, to say the least. It isn’t dirty or anything, but you can tell they don’t really have much in the way of funds. I guess everyone can’t be the Royal family.

We move through the kitchen and into a hallway. We turn to the left and move down the hallway a bit before we hit a staircase. I’m looking around, checking out my surroundings as we ascend the stairs. We stop abruptly, causing me to look at Devonte. He has a strange look on his face that I can’t place.

I look in front of us, and I see his brother. He’s glaring at me, but I don’t care. He doesn’t like me, and I barely tolerate him. Luckily, Devonte doesn’t intend to share me with him, and Vonte doesn’t want me. I don’t think I could take being mated to both of them. I don’t even understand who would want to have two mates at the same time anyway. That’s just slutty behavior.

Vonte holds hands with some woman, and her eyes are planted on our joined hands. I’m not sure what that’s about, but I am going to keep my eye on it. I can tell she is a ranked wolf; her aura is stronger than Devonte’s. I won’t let on that I notice; I don’t like how she’s looking at us.

No words are being spoken, and I’m not sure how long we are supposed to stay like this. I take a breath and decide to go for it. “Hello, Vonte. How are you and your, uh, friend?” It’s in poor taste to visit a pack for a job and take up with the first tart you come across.

Vonte briefly cuts his eyes at me before turning back to his brother. He’s always so fucking rude. I’d say something to him, but I won’t bother. I will just let my man handle it. As I turn from Vonte, something catches my eye. I subtly inch a bit closer and really look at his neck. He has a mating mark. I quickly look at the woman who still has her eyes locked on our joined hands. She’s wearing a tank top with a short skirt. There it is as plain as day, a mating mark.

I can feel my mind starting to work overtime. Vonte is not a romantic; he’s not someone who would rush into marking someone. I’ve heard him say he won’t ever take a chosen mate; he’d much rather be with the mate the Goddess has chosen for him. If that’s true, then that means that woman is his mate.

I feel fear and sadness creep into me. If that’s Vonte’s Goddess-given mate, then that means…… I slowly turn to Devonte and look at his face. His eyes are focused on his brother, and they’re clouded over. The woman is still staring at our hands. There’s no way this bitch will take my man from me.

I turn my body toward Devonte. I use my free hand to rub his arm. I lean into him, placing my head on his shoulder. I put as much love as I can into my eyes and just look at her. I kiss his shoulder softly before laying my head on it again. I guess I did enough because she pushes past Devonte and pulls Vonte along with her. I can’t help but smile, dumb bitch.

You shouldn’t have done that.

What are you talking about, May?

That was disrespectful, and she’s the Beta here.

And I’m here with a son of the Royal Gamma. I’m pretty sure that is more important. She’ll get over it. I put a block up. May, my wolf, is always a timid thing. She never likes or understands when I have to take a tougher stance. She will get over it as well.

Devonte leads me the rest of the way up the stairs and into a guest room. I’ve spent my entire time here in the clinic with him, so I haven’t seen where he was staying. Devonte pulls me into the room, and I shut the door behind us. “What the fuck, D?! Is….is she your fated mate?!”

~Vonte~

I swear my brother has lost his damn mind. It’s one thing to say he won’t accept Lynn, but it’s another to flaunt his chosen bitch around his mate’s pack and in her home. I tried to tell him that, but we just ended up having a heated back and forth, not really saying what needed to be said.

Lynn tightens her hold on me and pushes past my brother. We clear the rest of the stairs and march out of the front door. When we get outside, Lynn drops my hand and stomps off the porch. Her anger is rolling off her in waves, and I know I can do nothing to calm her right now.

I sit on the steps and place my arms on my knees. I won’t stray too far; Lynn may need me. I hate seeing her so upset and so hurt. I just want to be happy, and I will do anything to make her happy, even if I end up being her only mate.

I hear the door open behind me and can feel a Luna's aura. Luna Tia sits beside me and places a hand on my back. “How is she?” I sigh and shrug my shoulders.

“She’s struggling, and I wish I could make it better. She’s such an amazing woman; she doesn’t deserve any of this.” Luna sighs and pats my back. She stands up and looks over at me.

“I will talk to her. Just be patient. I have a feeling your brother is going to come around eventually.” I laugh dryly and lean back on my hand.

“No offense, Luna, but you don’t know my brother. He’s pretty stubborn, and he’s adamant that he won’t accept Lynn.” The Luna smiles at me.

“We’ll see.” She turns and walks toward Lynn.