Chapter 1 To 10 : The Alpha's Bride Damon and Talia

Chapter 1 To 10 : The Alpha's Bride Damon and Talia

Damon strode into his study and scowled at the towering pile of paperwork awaiting his signature. How did the Alpha of North America's most powerful pack end up buried under administrative duties?

In his youth, Damon had envisioned himself as a legendary warrior, triumphant atop a mountain of fallen foes while his pack and allies revered him. This mahogany-lined office with its rich leather furnishings was nothing like that dream. It felt like a cage. Damon dropped heavily into his chair and gloured at the documents, silently willing them to vanish, preferably signed and filed. Naturally, his mental powers proved inadequate.

He swept the papers aside and opted to tackle his inbox instead. Damon's face darkened as his eyes landed on another message from Elder Parker, the subject line reading, Marcy Redmayne, your future Luna.

Yet another elder pestering him about finding a woman, all disguised as concern for pack tradition and the supposed necessity of an Alpha having his Luna for optimal leadership. But Damon and his wolves were thriving without such complications. Damon trashed the email without opening it, just as he had with the previous dozen bearing identical subject lines. He massaged his temples as familiar irritation bubbled within him.

These meddling fools were trying to control him. When would they learn he answered to no one? The previous evening, Elder Parker had called with his sales pitch about this woman, the ideal Luna, as he described her. Damon congratulated himself on maintaining his composure instead of unleashing his fury, though the conversation had certainly affected him. Following that aggravating call, Damon had driven his car to a distant tavern to clear his head and unwind from the stress, which explained the current mountain of neglected paperwork.

He should have handled this work last night instead. Right, back to business, Damon muttered internally, accepting his fate as he reached for the topmost folder. Upstairs in the pack house bedroom, Maya approached Caden. Must you really go? Maya asked with a pouty tone, reaching out to touch his arm, hoping to entice him to stay longer. Maya understood Caden was running late for his duties, and despite three years of living together, their morning partings never got easier.

Gazing at Maya's sweet smile, Caden could sense her desire for him to stay just as clearly as she felt his reluctance to leave. Caden's inner wolf urged him to remain with the woman they both adored, and spend more time together, but duty called louder than his heart. Caden groaned in frustration as he reached for his jacket. Leaving Maya was always difficult, but her pleading expression made the task nearly impossible.

I have to leave, sweetheart. Your man has beta responsibilities, Caden said in that warm voice that always made her smile. Caden leaned over Maya and gave her a tender, lingering kiss. His breathing grew heavy as he pulled back, and Maya bit her lower lip hopefully in one final attempt to convince him to stay for a little longer, but Caden grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. He winked playfully before leaving the room with, keep that thought for tonight, beautiful. I promise to make it up to you.

You'd better, Maya called after him. Caden hadn't mentioned that his pressing duty involved yet another matrimonial proposition for their Pax Alpha. This time, the potential bride was Marcy Redmayne, offspring of the Red Moon Pax Alpha. Informing a man about a woman's marriage interest might appear trivial, but for Caden, this task proved more nerve-wracking than confronting a rogue assault while severely outnumbered.

Werewolves developed the ability to recognize their destined mate after reaching 18, and most find their other half within a few years. Naturally, exceptions existed, including Alpha Daemon, a 27-year-old specimen with lustrous black hair and piercing blue eyes that matched his volatile temperament. Even heterosexual males acknowledged Daemon's striking appearance. Daemon remained unattached. No mate, no wife, no serious commitments or romantic relationships.

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One might assume such a description belonged to a despicable character everyone would shun, yet she wolves pursued him relentlessly. Each convinced she'd be the one to melt his frozen heart and secure the Luna position in the Dark Howlers pack, North America's most influential pack. Caden understood that Daemon wasn't heartless. They'd been raised together, training and studying side by side, competing in every arena.

When Daemon ascended to Alpha status, Caden backed him completely, and they became the youngest Alpha Beta partnership in werewolf history. Legends in the making. Daemon assumed leadership of the Dark Howlers at 17, following his parents' death in a rogue ambush. At that time, while the Dark Howlers weren't North America's largest pack, their power commanded respect. The teenage Daemon excelled as a warrior and scholar, but found himself unprepared for the leadership demands of such a significant pack.

Adding to his burden, various Alpha's and Elders began pressuring Daemon to surrender his authority and territory. Caden supported Daemon through every challenge, and to everyone's amazement rather than crumbling under pressure and watching his pack dissolve, Daemon demonstrated cunning, resolve and tactical brilliance that not only preserve the Dark Howlers' strength but amplified and expanded it.

Over the past decade, Daemon weathered countless schemes orchestrated by those seeking to exploit him. People approached him wearing masks of friendship, enmity, alliance, and everything between, all harboring ulterior motives. Some succeeded better than others. These harsh lessons shaped Daemon into the man he'd become, principled, iron-willed, immovable, commanding, merciless, and utterly devoted to his pack's prosperity.

Calling Daemon the most desirable bachelor was a gross understatement. Women were constantly pursuing him and declaring their interest in a serious relationship with him. Daemon never permitted any she-wolf to claim girlfriend status, and marriage, Lunastatus, remained absolutely forbidden, but this didn't deter ambitious wolves from attempting to arrange matches between Daemon and their daughters, sisters, nieces, cousins, or any other eligible females. One Alpha from the pack in the south of Canada even tried to arrange a surprise meeting between his daughter and Daemon.

Unfortunately, Daemon remained unmoved by the endless parade of potential brides. In fact, each new woman who threw herself at him only reinforced the emotional barriers he'd constructed. Daemon had nothing against dating a woman, but giving her an official title because of their relationship was a different matter entirely. Daemon also despised those who attached themselves to him for advancement, which perfectly described these would-be brides.

Unfortunately, Daemon was about to pressure Daemon into meeting another such opportunist. Kaeden loathed this aspect of his role, but as Beta, it fell within his duties since Daemon was dodging Elder Parker, and tensions were escalating. Kaeden arrived at the study and wrapped twice before entering. Why did you block the mind link? Kaeden asked Daemon, who sat behind his massive desks surrounded by document towers.

He was undeniably a dedicated Alpha. Good morning to you as well? Daemon replied dryly before adding, I didn't block it. I just excluded you. Kaeden made an annoyed sound. No other pack member would dare speak so boldly to Daemon, but Kaeden had earned that privilege through childhood friendship. Of course, Kaeden maintained proper respect when others were present, because Daemon deserved it, even when Kaeden felt like picking a fight. Daemon's mouth curved into a sardonic smile.

Did your responsibilities interfere with your Maya time? Why ask when you already know, Kaeden was annoyed that Daemon wouldn't look up. I take my Beta duties seriously and never slack off, but some burdens could be eliminated if you'd stop creating unnecessary complications. Every moment of my life belongs to Maya. When you find your mate, you'll comprehend this. Daemon lifted his eyes from the document he was reviewing and frowned at Kaeden.

I don't require a woman complicating my existence. A girlfriend would be bothersome, a wife would be problematic, and a mate would spell catastrophe. Kaeden rolled his eyes. Such dramatics, he thought. Numerous she-wolves competed for the Dark Howler's Luna position, and despite Daemon's devastating good looks, these women cared nothing for the Alpha's identity, only the prestige they could claim. Given this reality, Kaeden understood Daemon's reluctance to officially accept any woman as his partner. However, werewolves couldn't choose their mates.

Ancient Shaman spoke of how the moon goddess crafted werewolves and ordained their fates so that every experience before meeting their mate shaped them into the perfect complement for their destined soulmate. When mates encountered each other, recognition was instantaneous, and their bond formed immediately as two incomplete souls became whole. But discussing divine bonds with an obstinate, unmated male like Daemon was futile. Kaeden gestured dismissively at Daemon.

Enough pointless discussion. I'm here on Serious Business. If this serious business concerns Elder Parker's persistent emails, that's precisely why I blocked you, Daemon said conversationally, as if discussing the weather. Kaeden felt anger and frustration building inside him. Daemon had done this deliberately. Somehow, this didn't surprise him. We may be the largest pack and you might defeat anyone in single combat, but their collective influence is undeniable. If they unite against us will be overwhelmed, you cannot avoid the elders forever, Daemon. Watch me, Daemon snarled.

Kaeden rubbed his forehead forcefully while looking at the stubborn Alpha in front of him. He knew that Daemon would resist, but this time Daemon seemed more determine than ever. The truth was that Kaeden handled numerous emails from elders who were trying to match make Daemon with potential brides. Elder Parker was unusually persistent in demanding that Daemon meet Marcy, the bride candidate, in person. As much as one elder didn't pose much of a threat, Daemon had already offended quite a few of them. If not for the elder's public image as benevolent leaders, Kaeden was confident that the elders would blacklist Daemon and damage his reputation while pulling strings for other packs to unite against the Dark Howlers pack.

Both Daemon and Kaeden despised dealing with elders who were a bunch of arrogant ex-alpha's, eager to prove they still held power. The entire Council of Elders was a volatile collection of egos and testosterone, ready to explode at the slightest provocation, and the most frightening aspect was their connections and ability to influence people. The Dark Howlers were the largest pack with capable warriors, but if several packs joined forces, they would be at a severe disadvantage.

It's been more than three months since you met your last bride candidate. They are growing impatient, Kaeden continued persuading Daemon. The rumor is that if Elder Parker succeeds and Marcy becomes your Luna, he will gain enough support to become the next head of the Council. Will you allow him to use you as a stepping stone? Why don't you show that you're nobody's puppet? That's exactly what I'm doing by ignoring him, Daemon responded. They're interpreting your silence as fear. You need to step forward and take control.

Are you trying to manipulate me? Daemon asked in a dangerously low voice. No, Kaeden lied with a straight face. As your beta, I'm simply reminding you of the facts. Why don't you handle this situation with the girl and silence them? Or would you rather avoid this minor inconvenience and risk causing trouble for the entire pack? Daemon raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips. You're saying I should put this entitled woman in her place? Entitled? Kaeden wasn't certain about Marcy's character, but if she was willing to accept an arranged marriage to a man she'd never met, she probably wasn't the best example of a she-will-fit-to-be Luna. A Luna needed to fight for what she believed was right, and not allow others to use her.

How could Marcy be a good Luna and protect the pack if she couldn't even stand up for herself? Regardless of her background, a true Luna would approach Daemon personally, rather than using connections to win him over. In this case, it was obvious that Marcy's father and elder Parker were orchestrating everything. If the marriage with Marcy proceeded, Marcy's father, Alpha Edward, would also benefit even if Daemon ignored him, because their connection through marriage would be undeniable, improving Alpha Edward's standing.

Additionally, Alpha Edward had probably made a deal with Elder Parker, who recommended Marcy as the perfect Luna for the Dark Howlers pack. There was an entire network of opportunists waiting for Daemon to take their bait, and Daemon was perfectly aware of this. Daemon had done this many times before. He would visit the prospective bride, assess her character and suitability, then announce that such a woman could never be his Luna. Besides insulting the woman, her father and their pack, this process was also a setback for whichever elder was attempting to match make Daemon in that specific case. No matter how much Daemon offended any of them, they couldn't publicly criticize him because he went through the process earnestly.

He came to meet his potential bride and found her lacking. Caden saw that Daemon was considering it, and he decided to give Daemon a push in the right direction. She's not just any woman, did you see the photo? Tall, blonde, attractive, and incredibly fit. Daemon pressed his lips into a line and typed on his keyboard. His eyes skimmed over the content, and he frowned. What do you think? Daemon mentally asked his wolf.

She looks like trouble, his wolf responded. Daemon groaned in frustration. If I go, it's trouble. If I ignore this summons, it's trouble. Which problem should I choose? Stop acting like it's the first time. Why are you asking me when you already know the answer? Because you are my voice of reason, Daemon responded. Good that you know. But in this case, you figured it out without me. I'm aware that you don't like dealing with scheming politicians. But as a good alpha, you should avoid direct confrontation whenever possible, and use a more diplomatic approach. This bride business aside, you might discover something useful while staying in their packhouse. They won't dare act against you if you announce your location.

Now let me rest, and don't bother me unless it's an emergency. Daemon felt his wolf retreating to the back of his mind. Daemon was unique. Other werewolves could sense their wolf and exchange emotions. They could feel when their wolf was restless, angry, or happy, while Daemon could actually hold conversations with his. No one knew about this ability except Daemon and his wolf. Daemon's wolf was one of the key contributors to Daemon becoming, and remaining alpha of the dark howler's pack when he was only 17 years old. His wolf wasn't very talkative, but he gave sound advice whenever Daemon needed it, and Daemon was aware that his wolf held the wisdom of many lifetimes. Daemon had sensed his wolf just like any other werewolf when he was in his early teens, and on the night when his parents died, his wolf spoke to him for the first time.

Sorry kid, his wolf said, and Daemon jolted upright in bed in the middle of the night. What the... Daemon mumbled while looking around in search of the source of that voice? I'm in your head. Your father asked me to take care of you. Daemon was completely confused. What? How? Who are you? I'm something that your kind calls the wisdom of the alpha, and I can manifest myself through your wolf. I served your grandfather, your father, and now I serve you. Why did you stop serving my father? I'm sorry kid, he and your mother are gone.

This was a devastating emotional shock for Daemon that forced him to step into adulthood abruptly. Since then, Daemon had relied on his wolf to keep him grounded. Not every alpha could communicate with his wolf, and his wolf didn't have answers about whether Daemon was the only one, but he advised Daemon to keep this ability secret. It says that she's inexperienced, Daemon said, while gesturing toward his computer screen.

You know, I prefer women who know what they want, and as attractive as she may be, it's not worth a full day of traveling. I can meet a dozen such women within a half hours drive, or without leaving this office. Caden forced a smile while trying to conceal his irritation. In Daemon's experience, inexperienced women required extensive courting with flowers, chocolates, and sweet words, and afterward they became too attached. Daemon didn't have time to waste on such complications. Romance, for him, didn't extend beyond casual encounters.

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That's as close as any woman got to reaching his heart. What's the worst that could happen, Caden continued persuading Daemon? You get to meet someone new, and when you're finished evaluating her, you announce that she's not suitable to be your Luna. Marci may appear innocent on paper, but my sources suggest that's not entirely accurate. I will watch your back while Maya will gather information about the girl, so you can build a convincing case. We know the process. We get in, complete the mission, and return within three to four days maximum, and we get to silence the elders for another couple of months. Daemon's jaw twitched as he gritted his teeth. Fine, we leave in.

Daemon paused and glanced at the calendar. Five days. Caden released the breath he'd been holding. I'll get everything organized. Caden left the study, feeling victorious. Maya loved traveling, and when they accompanied Daemon on his visits to potential brides, Maya and Caden would enjoy their time together like partners on an important mission. Just thinking about spending time with her made him excited. Marci Redmayne was the princess of the Red Moon Pack, the second largest pack in North America.

Her father was Alpha Edward, and her mother was Luna Leila. Since her younger brother was destined to become the next Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, Marci had received the opportunity to explore the world. She spent the last 10 years in Europe, beginning in the United Kingdom, and after two years in Poland, this was Marci's third year in France. Besides immersing herself in different cultures, Marci was learning languages and attending universities. Marci had finished college three months ago, and since her parents hadn't mentioned anything at that time, she assumed she could remain in Europe, so she rented an apartment. This was significant because

until then Marci had stayed in boarding schools. This small one-bedroom apartment gave her a sense of independence, and she'd even started working part-time. In the last 10 years, Marci hadn't visited home. She would video chat with her mother once per week, and they would exchange emails.

Marci was about halfway through her course on making macarons, and she was planning to travel to Spain in a few months for her next adventure. This would have been relevant if her parents hadn't called her unexpectedly to return home. It was around midnight when Marci drowsily answered the call. I booked you a flight tomorrow morning, Marci's mother, Luna Leila said. Marci's drowsiness vanished at this news. Did something happen? Is everyone okay?

Everyone is fine, but we want you home as soon as possible. Is there a reason for you to delay? Your flight is at 6 a.m. The e-ticket is in your inbox. Marci blinked while looking at the dates on the ticket, then at the time. Mother, you forgot the time difference? That's only six hours from now. Well, I suppose you better hurry packing. Marci felt dejected while thinking about what to put in her suitcase. She had planned to meet with her friends in the morning for breakfast, but instead she needed to pack and leave. Her mother hadn't even mentioned how long she needed to stay home. It wasn't permanent, right? What if it was, and she couldn't return? Some of her favorite clothes were in the laundry, and with the rush, she didn't have time to say goodbye to her friends.

What about her part-time job at the cafe? Her lease on the apartment was valid for another three months, so Marci decided to pack only some necessities, confident that she would return within the next three months. Her parents were always controlling, just like any other alpha and Luna, but this was extreme. What was with the urgency? What Marci didn't know was that as she approached graduation, her parents had started discussing with Elder Parker how they could use Marci to increase their power.

After all, with her college degree, Marci was more educated than most werewolves who didn't go beyond high school, and she spoke multiple languages. It was time for Marci to contribute to her family and pack. Alpha Edward was confident that his daughter would be obedient. She was raised for greatness, and there was nothing wrong with their plans. They were beneficial for Marci as well.

Marci returned home to a modest welcome from her family. Alpha Edward, Luna Layla, and her younger brother James were sitting in the luxuriously decorated living room, waiting for Marci's arrival. There were pastries and a picture of lemonade on the table for refreshments. Do I need to do this? Marci startled when her brother's voice echoed in her head. After ten years away from the pack, she had forgotten about the mind link and quickly closed her mind so that others couldn't hear her thoughts. Luna Layla turned stiffly toward her son. At least greet your sister. Welcome home, James said with a forced smile. Sorry, but my next class starts in two minutes and if I'm late, I get extra assignments. We'll catch up later.

James waved at Marci and left the room hurriedly. James was only five years old when Marci left, and they were practically strangers. James was now a 15 year old boy who was working diligently to become the next alpha of the Red Moon pack. Between lessons and training, James didn't have much free time. Alpha Edward gave Marci a tight hug and held her shoulders while observing her flawless face with an approving smile.

He touched her blonde silky hair while saying, You are a beauty, Marci. I'm proud to be your father. Marci felt her cheeks burning. It wasn't common for her to hear praise from Alpha Edward. Thank you, Father. Did you meet your mate? Marci was surprised by this question. Um, no. Good. Good. Alpha Edward smile widened. I have things to do, so I'll leave you with your mother. Luna Layla had the schedule ready. Darling, you must be hungry. Are you jet lagged? We didn't want to overwhelm you today.

There will be a larger welcome party tomorrow evening. For today, I scheduled a full spa treatment, and in the afternoon, a few of my friends will come for tea. They knew you was little girl with freckles. I'm sure they'll be surprised to see you. Marci raised her hand to stop her mother's chatter. I could eat. Can you send the food to my room? Luna Layla confirmed. Shower, and the food will be waiting for you. You have one hour until we leave for the spa.

No matter how tired you are from the trip, the massage will relax you and we can eat there as well. Marci responded with a tight smile and went to her old room. Everything was exactly how she'd left it in the room that was dominated by pastel pink and purple colors. A queen-size poster bed with a side cabinet to the right was a desk with a chair and two doors that led to the bathroom and walk in closet respectively. A wall shelf next to her bed still had plushies that she'd collected as a child. Teddy bears, mostly. It all brought back memories, but Marci didn't have many warm feelings about them. She was confused by the abrupt summons, which had come with urgency, especially now that her family welcomed her, like this had been planned for some time.

Marci felt uneasy. Just as Luna Layla said, by the time Marci emerged from the bathroom, food was waiting for her on the bedside table. A sandwich, an apple, and a cup of tea. Marci flopped on the bed and chewed the sandwich absentmindedly while thinking about her current situation. She had left behind friends, an apartment with her personal belongings, and a part-time job in a small cafe. She had a life there and she hadn't planned on returning to the Red Moon pack for more than a visit? There was nothing wrong with the Red Moon pack.

It was the second largest pack in North America, and as the oldest child, and the only daughter of Alpha and Luna, Marci was the princess with access to all the luxuries she could imagine. The pack house was massive, and Marci had her own suite on the third floor, where everyone catered to her. But this didn't compare to the vibrancy of Europe. What Marci had in Europe and not here was... freedom. In Europe, she could go when and where she wanted, with whom she wanted, and here she needed to follow protocol

as the Princess of the Red Moon pack. For Marci, this opulent pack house was no more than a golden cage. Marci took a deep breath and told herself not to panic. It was culture shock, and she would adjust. After all, considering all the money she had, Marci could travel to Europe any time, right?

Marci consoled herself with one significant positive. While on the territory of the Red Moon pack, she could shift into her wolf form any time without worrying that someone would see her, and call hunters or the zoo. Marci was spacing out with a half-eaten sandwich in her hand when someone knocked on the door. Come in, Marci called while wondering if her one hour had passed already. Hello? A polished brunette said when her head peaked into Marci's room.

Marci thought that she looked familiar, but she couldn't connect a name with the face. The brunette smiled helplessly. It seems you forgot about me. I'm Nora, my father is Bait arraignment. Luna Leila told me to see if you need anything. I'll join you for the spa outing.

When Marci heard that Nora was the Bait's daughter, she remembered a small girl with pigtails and freckles on her nose. Nora had grown into a tall brunette with a slender figure and curves in all the right places. Marci understood that she was looking at her assigned new best friend. This was another thing Marci had left behind in Europe, the freedom to choose her friends. Marci decided to focus on the positives. At least Nora was her age and not her mother's tea companion.

Marci mused that she and Nora should have at least one thing in common. If nothing else, based on Nora's shiny hair and flawless skin, the two of them could talk about hair and makeup, and Nora's outfit featured designer brands as well. I don't need anything, Marci smiled, but you're welcome to come in if you have nothing else to do. We can chat. Sure, Nora cheerfully entered the room. Marci took a bite of her sandwich and studied Nora. Do you know why my parents suddenly called me to return? This question had been eating at Marci since she received her mother's call. Marci hadn't asked her parents for an explanation, because she knew that if they wanted her to know, they would tell her. It always happened like that.

Nora stared at Marci with her mouth half open, obviously caught off guard by this question. You should ask Alpha Edward and Luna Leila before Marci could ask anything else, Nora switched the topic. Tomorrow is your welcome party. The invitation went to almost all PAC members from 18 to 30 years old. Your parents think highly of you to have such a big gathering. It's to announce to everyone that you're back and for you to make friends. We all know you because you're the alpha's daughter and you probably forgot about us. More than 200 people will attend.

Marci felt grateful for her parents, but everything seemed forced, and it reminded her of how things used to be before she left for Europe. Marci's childhood was filled with a strict schedule of lessons, training, and planned outings with a selected group of people. After 10 years away from home, Marci had forgotten about the environment she endured as a child. At that time, she thought it was normal and accepted it. But after experiencing freedom, now it all came back in painful fragments that suffocated her. The next day, Marci's welcome party was set to start at 6 in the evening.

Nora and Marci got dressed and helped each other with hair and makeup. The two of them arrived fashionably late at 6.20, and they exchanged approving smiles when they saw that their impeccable styles put them above the others, just as the alpha's and beta's daughter should be. Marci observed the massive room on the first floor that opened up to the garden via two glass French doors. She remembered that this room had hosted guests for birthdays when she was growing up as a child. Nora stuck close to Marci and made sure to introduce everyone who came near them.

Marci felt like royalty, but not in a good way. She stood and shook hands with a fake smile on her face. After the 20th person or so, Marci stopped trying to remember their names. Objectively, the party seemed well organized. Upbeat music filled the room, and the dance area was packed with people. Tasty and plentiful food covered the tables, and a wide selection of beverages flowed freely. The mood felt good. People acted friendly, and they all tried to leave a good impression on Marci. Marci thought that after the initial formalities ended, she might relax and enjoy herself. Shortly after eight o'clock, her wolf stirred as the most enchanting scent of sweet clover invaded her senses. Mate. Her wolf spoke inside Marci's mind, and her insides trembled.

Wolves didn't speak other than to notify their human half that their mate was near. She had dreamed about this moment for a long time, and now it had arrived. Marci turned 21 months ago, and she had lost hope that she would meet her mate. This came as a total surprise. Marci felt overwhelmed by the need to follow her senses and give in to the invisible pull to find him. Nora's eyebrows raised in suspicion when she saw Marci walking away. Where are you going? To the restroom, Marci lied. I'm coming with you. No need. I'll be back in a minute. Marci quickly disappeared into the crowd before Nora could respond.

As soon as Marci stepped on to the terrace that led toward the garden, Marci's blue eyes locked with mesmerizing chocolate ones, and she felt like she was in heaven. Coming home didn't turn out so bad after all, Marci thought. If she had known that her mate lived here, she would have returned three years ago. They walked toward each other as if possessed, and he took her hand in his without a word spoken. They both jolted as delightful sparks prickle their skin upon contact, and their wolves stirred in joy. The brown-haired man took the lead, and Marci followed willingly deeper into the garden, seeking privacy. Marci smiled while observing his broad back.

He stood tall and muscular, and embodied everything she had ever imagined her partner would be. When they reached the edge of the garden, hidden from the crowd by the large hydrangea bushes, he stopped and turned to face Marci. She took a moment to admire his features, and take note of some details in silence, and he did the same. There was no need to speak. Their enamored gazes and matching smiles said it all. Marci marveled at how his hair turned golden under the rays of the setting sun.

His full lips lifted into a half smile that seemed to invite her closer, and she could see a tattoo peeking under his off-white shirt as his top button was undone. Was it a hummingbird? Marci felt curious about the artwork that decorated his muscular frame. Marci was glad she had saved herself for her mate. This wonderful man would definitely be pleased when he discovered that she had waited for him. That was the way of the werewolves.

She had always been careful in her past relationships, knowing that her parents expected her to remain pure for her destined partner. She had been reserved for someone worthy, and this man standing in front of her was clearly worthy. He observed with admiration, Marci's impeccably straight blonde hair parted on the side that framed her exquisite face, her light blue eyes, nearly gray, straight nose, full lips, flawless skin.

Everything about Marci appeared delicate and wonderful. Before he could say anything, Marci reached up and pulled him down for a kiss. Marci's heart pounded erratically as mind-numbing electricity shot through her body while his essence filled her senses, and his large hands on her back felt perfectly right. It wasn't her first kiss, and their tongues barely touched, yet Marci felt lightheaded and giddy. I'm Marci. She tried to catch her breath. George, he responded with a smile that made her heart flutter. My father is Alpha Edward, and my mother. I know, he cut her off with a voice that made her want to stay in his arms forever. She smiled while running her hands over his firm chest.

She wanted to know everything about him, but she was aware they could hear the music and people chattering. Someone might come and see them. George pushed a lock of Marci's hair behind her ear, and she felt sure that she had never experienced anything more romantic in her life. Tell me something about you, Marci asked dreamily. He shrugged. I'm a nobody. She didn't understand. You're from the Red Moon pack, right? She could feel the mind link connecting them, telling her that they belong to the same pack. The party started two hours ago. How come I only noticed you now? I cleaned the training grounds. My shift ended at eight o'clock. After that, I came here.

Marci blinked while trying to process his words and her smile faltered. Cleaning an Omega a nobody. Why would the moon goddess pair her with an Omega? If he worked as a warrior or a scout or anything, it would be better than this. Omega's were the lowest ranking unskilled pack members. How could the princess mate with an Omega? Marci inhaled with difficulty and took a step back. And then the next words came from her mouth that she never thought she would say, I, Marci Redmayne, reject you. Her heart ached and her wolf howled in protest. She could see anguish covering George's handsome features, but she knew it had to be done.

She felt so much pain while stumbling away that she didn't register if anyone noticed her leaving the party. Or if George accepted her rejection. George, that name would painfully etch into her heart forever. Marci neared the door of her room when she bumped into someone. Sorry, Marci mumbled at the girl who now sat on the floor, wearing clothes that looked too shabby for the party by any standards. Marci felt too much pain to think about the girl whose head was lowered, her unkempt copper colored hair covering her face as she scrambled to her feet and ran down the hallway. Marci forced her legs to move because she didn't want anyone to see her in this state, especially not her parents, and she hoped that the person she knocked into was no one important.

Marci's wolf withdrew to the back of her mind, nursing her wounds and refusing to acknowledge Marci. Marci could feel her wolf's pain that only amplified her own. Without her wolf, Marci couldn't shift into wolf form, but soon she would discover that was the least of her problems.

Chapter 5  The Alpha's Bride

The next day was a blur from Marcy as she struggled to accept her reality while cursing the day of her return home. Nora took Marcy from place to place, such as Luna Layla's Tea Party, and tried to cheer her up, thinking Marcy had difficulty adjusting to life in the pack. Marcy came up with excuses as to why she didn't shift into her wolf form. She fake smiled and it all blended into fuzzy nothingness.

But the truth was the knowledge that she had a mate and lost him. It felt like tasting the best delicacy and knowing it would forever be out of reach. But what other options did she have? Marcy didn't reject George on a whim. As the princess of the Red Moon pack, she experienced independence in the last ten years, met various people and learned about life. She understood her parents saw her as a token they could exchange for climbing up the power ladder.

They sent her to Europe to increase the mystery around her identity and give her the label of a she-wolf who knew the ways of the world. Like any she-wolf, Marcy dreamed about meeting her other half and losing herself in his embrace. The guy of her dreams stood tall and muscular. His scorching gaze directed at her. He commanded thousands of werewolves during the day and won fierce battles, while at night he tired her out in all positions of kamasutra.

George stood tall and muscular, and his scorching gaze whispered promises of sleepless nights full of carnal pleasures. But he didn't have anyone to command because he received orders. Once it concluded something must be wrong with George, if he stayed healthy, he would definitely join some warrior unit and not work as an omega on cleaning duty. George would never get her parents' approval. Marcy mentally went through numerous scenarios and outcomes, depending on who her mate would be.

And she knew that if her mate didn't stand out, the best outcome for both of them meant rejecting that bond before it solidified. In omega lacked a title, position, and resources. Marcy's parents wouldn't accept him. And if Marcy insisted on staying with him, they would either disown her or punish him harshly.

He might even lose his life. Alpha Edward and Luna Leila wouldn't approve of such a union because it would sully their family and ruin twenty years of investments they've made in Marcy. As the princess, Marcy needed to ensure the pack's prosperity, even if it meant she suffered. That sounded virtuous, but Marcy knew it only created a facade by her parents and other powerful individuals behind them. The truth revealed they would use any means to grasp more, and it never satisfied them. Losing a mate was devastating, and the longer two stayed together, the stronger the bond grew.

Some cases showed that when one mate died, the other followed soon after due to heartbreak. Rejecting George seemed the best decision. Marcy felt confident about that. The bond remained weak, and they would survive and move on. Who knew? Maybe the moon goddess would give them second chance mates, or if they completed the mating process with someone else, any other crushes and bonds would disappear. Hopefully.

Early morning had arrived when Alpha Edward called Marcy into his study. Other than her father, Luna Leila, James, aka the brother, Bader Raymond, and Nora joined them. Based on this lineup, Marcy knew something important loomed. Manic swelled within her. Did they hear about her rejecting George? Marcy told herself to calm down. Being rejected brought great shame, so George probably didn't share that with anyone, and she kept her lips sealed.

Or did someone see them kissing in the garden? Even if that happened, kissing didn't seem a big deal. Marcy already spun a story in her head about how it resulted from a dare or a bet.

Sip, Marcy. Alpha Edward commanded. As she said on the chair, he announced, Alpha Daemon of the Dark Haulers Pack comes to visit us tomorrow. He will arrive in time for lunch. Marcy didn't understand why that required her presence, or why it sounded so official. It seemed just a guest, an Alpha.

He would join them for lunch and maybe dinner and spend the day with her father. The Dark Haulers Pack says as the largest pack in North America. Luna Leila chimed in while looking at Marcy meaningfully. Marcy nodded in acknowledgement.

She knew this. Marcy spent the last ten years in Europe, but she remained aware of the major events among packs. Alpha Daemon made quite a reputation for himself as a fierce warrior, undefeated among alphas. Other alphas admired him, feared him, and despised him at the same time, because Alpha Daemon got his position very young and he didn't take anyone's nonsense. The word spread that Alpha Daemon had a nasty temper.

Marcy guessed that her father hated Alpha Daemon. Nothing personal, but because of the Dark Haulers Pack, the Red Moon Pack ranked second and her father hated being second. Sprinkling salt to his wounded ego, Alpha Daemon stood half of her father's age, so that added to it. Marcy wondered why her father smiled, and his next few words answered Marcy's silent question.

He comes to meet you and disgusts with me the deal for you to become his Luna. Marcy's world stopped. People to become his Luna. Luna? Like marriage Luna? And then everything fell into place. All the classes and training she took. Her parents let her pick whatever she wanted as long as she took etiquette lessons, as well as various classes related to house and budget management. It all pointed to the possibility of her parents grooming Marcy to be the lady of the house.

A big house. Probably. A Luna. Marcy understood that her parents worked on this for some time, maybe from the day she was born. When Marcy returned, the first thing her father asked was if she was made it, probably to eliminate any potential problems.

Marcy shook her head inwardly while thinking how good it seemed she didn't tell anyone about George, and she hoped that he kept his mouth shut about them being mates. Because if that had reached her parents ears, George would face trouble. Marcy looked at her parents. From the beginning, they prepared her for this, and she knew that the probability of an arranged marriage loomed high.

However, Marcy hoped that it would involve more of them meeting and getting to know each other before they discussed marriage, and not this business transaction. Marcy glanced at Nora and wondered if Nora knew about this in advance. Did it matter? It wouldn't change anything.

Luna Layla smiled excitedly. What you say, Marcy? Marcy grit her teeth. What kind of a stupid question was that? Did she have a choice to oppose? I am still taking in this information. Marcy responded ambiguously. Alpha Edward spoke up.

You have until tomorrow afternoon to take it in and adjust your attitude. Marcy noticed his expression darken. A lot of things depend on this marriage, so you better leave a good impression. Marcy responded with a tight smile.

How could she forget that her father did everything for his own gain? He probably saw Alpha Daemon as a youngster that he could easily manipulate. It would be stupid to think that this was ever about Marcy. Yes, father. Was the only thing Marcy could say. If you excuse me? Luna Layla gave eye signals to Nora to follow after Marcy. From the day Marcy returned, Nora's job was to ensure Marcy didn't do anything stupid. This crucial time for Marcy required her to accept her reality and stay composed. That's what they raised her for.

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Chapter 6 The Alpha's Bride – Stephanie

Marcy's mind spun after receiving the news that she would meet Alpha Daemon, the Alpha of the notorious Dark Howlers pack, and her future husband the next day. She hadn't yet recovered from finding and rejecting her mate, and now she needed to think about another man. This wasn't just any man. Alpha Daemon carried a grim reputation on the battlefield, and an even worse reputation with women.

Seeking solitude to think, Marcy went to her room. To her horror, Nora followed two steps behind, cooing about how this turned out to be the best thing ever. Marcy felt exasperated when Nora entered her room. What do you know about Alpha Daemon? Marcy asked irritably. Nora whipped out her phone. Very handsome. Someone took this photo two months ago when he visited the Silverburn pack. I have a friend there, so he exchanged hotty-related information, and Daemon qualifies as a hotty. I can't believe he's coming here.

Marcy looked at the photo Nora showed her. She had to admit, he looked handsome. I guess with you marrying him I'll have the hottest info on him. Nora grinned at Marcy. You'll be okay with me reporting things to my friends about your hot husband, right? Daemon being married won't make him any less handsome, and we're only talking and looking, not touching. Marcy let out an exasperated sigh. Take as many photos as you want. It's not like I own the guy. This all came from my father for the benefit of the pack. No one asked how I feel about this.

Nora cocked an eyebrow at Marcy. How do your feelings change the fact that your set to marry the hottest werewolf in North America? He has looks, money, and thousands of warriors at his disposal. I can only imagine how lavish his mansion must be. His territory stretches larger than ours and has forests, lakes, and mountains as far as your eyes can reach. It will all be yours. What about his womanizing? Marcy raised an eyebrow. Nora rolled her eyes as if Marcy asked something silly.

Hello! Daemon leads as the alpha of the largest pack in North America. He never lost a challenge, and he's young, handsome, and single. Do you expect him to be a monk? Women throw themselves at him. If he says a word, an endless line of beauties will form and wait for him to claim them. They groaned. I don't mean hookups. Didn't you hear about numerous women offering themselves as brides and Alpha Daemon rejecting them? Nora shrugged. One or a hundred? Why does that matter? Do you put yourself on the same level as them? You're beautiful, well educated, and your father leads as the alpha of the Red Moon pack. Even if Alpha Daemon doesn't fall for you right away, as long as he doesn't reject you, you'll get your chance to seduce him.

Marcy agreed with this assessment. She possessed all the qualities Nora mentioned and more. She hadn't met a guy who refused her. No matter how many layers Alpha Daemon had around him, Marcy felt confident that she could win him over. At the mention of rejection, Marcy remembered George, the Greek god who gave her a few minutes of bliss before the harsh truth plunged her into agony. Did Daemon have a mate, or someone he preferred? Marcy felt confident that a guy like Daemon probably had several women at home willing to please him. What if he had a harem?

Do you know if Alpha Daemon found his mate? Maybe he did, and things didn't work out, Nora mused. But you should focus on the fact that he's available. After you complete the mating ceremony, it won't matter if his mate exists out there, because the bond between the two of you will form and overshadow any others. You'll become the Luna of the most powerful pack, and he'll adore you." Marcy pursed her lips while thinking about Nora's words. Luna, Marcy. Luna of the most powerful pack in North America. It didn't sound bad. The fact that Alpha Daemon looked young and good-looking added a bonus.

Only a fool would pass such an opportunity. Marcy told herself that no matter what mate the moon goddess said for her, she could choose her mate. If they completed the mating process, any other bond would disappear, including this longing Marcy felt for George. Marcy put her hand over her chest. She rejected him. Why did she still feel restless whenever she thought of him? Ugh. Are you okay? Yes, yes. Marcy quickly plastered a smile on her face. Tomorrow's a big day. Help me pick what to wear. Unfortunately, I didn't pack some of my favorite dresses, and we might need to go shopping. Nora squealed at the possibility of shopping, her favorite past time.

While Marcy and Nora went through Marcy's closet, at the Dark Howler's pack, Daemon was exiting the pack house. Just like every time he left for longer than one day, he stopped and observed the three-story high majestic building. The first floor contained common rooms, where pack members gathered and entertained guests.

The second floor housed offices, guest bedrooms, and betas quarters. The third floor remained reserved for Alpha and his family. Daemon remembered the time when the pack house buzzed with life. When he lived as a child, it always buzzed with activity. His mother, Luna Violet, knew how to attract people. She exuded kindness, with the warmest smile under the moon, and everyone loved her. Now, just a handful of them stayed in this huge mansion. Regular pack members had their own dwellings in the area, and they came to the pack house only when they had business or when Alpha hosted an event, which didn't happen very often.

It felt quiet. Daemon turned to the car where Caden and Maya waited for him. The time came to head to the Red Moon pack and meet Marcy, the next candidate for his Luna. Cheer up, Caden shouted from the car at Daemon. You look like you're going to a funeral, and not to get laid. The mental image of a fine woman like Marcy spreading her legs for you should make you happy. Maya slapped Caden over her shoulder.

What? Caden tried to sound innocent. Maya rolled her eyes at him. Why can't you pick your words a bit better? Maya scolded him. Caden smirked. Since when do you mind when I talk dirty? It's fine when it's only the two of us. Maya whispered. Caden chuckled before pulling her closer to give her a smacking kiss on the lips. Daemon observed their lovers banter, and it made him feel even more unenthusiastic about the upcoming trip.

It would be a long drive, and he would be forced to watch the PDA between those two lovebirds. Wait! A breathy female voice called from the hallway, and a second later, a middle-aged red-headed woman appeared at the main door with food containers in her hands. This is food for the road. I don't want you kids to go hungry. Daemon stifled a laugh and shook his head. For her, they would always be kids. Daemon accepted food containers without complaining.

Thank you, Steph. Stephanie took care of the packhouse, handling tasks that usually fell to a Luna, and Daemon often joked that he would marry her. The Luna of the pack took care of the packhouse, and she ensured that the pack members stayed happy, while Alpha handled security and made sure everything ran smoothly within the pack, and with their external relationships, allies, and enemies. To explain Alpha and Luna roles in simple language, Alpha took care of the needs, while Luna took care of the wants, and only when Alpha and Luna worked in harmony could the pack grow and prosper.

Daemon didn't have a Luna, so those duties split between Stephanie and Maya, with Stephanie focusing on the packhouse while Maya kept an eye on the pack members. Stephanie had been Daemon's mother's best friend, and her mates served as the beta of the Dark Howlers pack when Daemon's father, Alpha Jacob, led as the Alpha.

Stephanie's mate died with Daemon's parents. Stephanie had a daughter, Lisa, who turned eight years old at that time, and Daemon treated Lisa like his baby sister. With the demise of Alpha and Luna of the Black Howlers pack, the situation became unstable, and Stephanie couldn't leave Daemon on his own.

So she decided to send her daughter to her sister, for safety reasons. It took about two years for peace to return to the Black Howlers pack, and by then Lisa adapted to life with her aunt and uncle, and they decided that she would stay there. Lisa still visited, occasionally, mostly during summer break and on holidays.

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Chapter 7 The Alpha's Bride - Power Hungry Exes

Stephanie watched as Caden started the car. Drive safely! The trio would save a lot of time if they went with a helicopter or a plane, but werewolves like to feel the ground beneath them and won't fly unless it's absolutely necessary. Be back in three days! Stephanie added meaningfully. Caden paused, thinking about his and Damon's schedule.

There was nothing that would require their presence for at least one week. Any work that was pending could be done via phone, email or video chat. What's in three days? Stephanie made an unhappy face. Casey is coming! Caden stifled a laugh and my agreement. What? Why? Damon looked dejected.

She narrowed her eyes at him. You should ask her and not me. Casey wanted to come today, but I told her that you will be out for a few days on business, and then she changed her tune to how she will go to New York for three days and come here after that. Make sure you are back by then. I don't want to entertain girls who think they are my Luna.

Damon nodded obediently. I will keep you informed of our schedule. Before Stephanie could say anything more, Damon slipped in the backseat of the car and mind-linked Caden. Drive. Now! See you in a few days, Steph! Caden shouted through the open window as they drove away. Not a few! Three! Did you hear me?

Stephanie shouted after them and shook her head helplessly. Kids! Back in the car, Caden turned to Damon teasingly. Man, you should tidy up your loose ends! Damon groaned in frustration. If not for Caden, setting him up with that blasted date, Damon wouldn't even know who Casey was. Casey was one of the bride candidates. About three years ago, Damon went to meet her. And they met. Intimately.

Damon didn't know it was her first time, not that it would make any difference. Damon defloured many girls, she wolves and humans alike. But after Casey, he made a rule to stay away from virgins. Casey was a spoiled young lady, the daughter of Alpha Richard, and Damon wondered if she had marbles instead of a brain. Damon had rejected her many times, but she refused to accept it.

She walked around telling people that they were planning her Luna's ceremony. He shook his head to himself. The woman was delusional. Once there one night together, Casey showed up at the Dark Howlers Pack occasionally, demanding that Damon marry her because she gave him her first time. Damon would probably imprison her, or maybe make her disappear, if that wouldn't risk a war with the steel bite pack. The steel bite pack, on its own, was not a problem. It was one of the smaller packs in the southeast.

But Alpha Richard had many connections, even among the elders. And Damon didn't want to give them more reason to target him. To Damon, Casey was a temporary nuisance, and like many she wolves who were throwing themselves at him, Damon could tune her out. Casey came about once a month, spent two to three days making a ruckus, and when she got tired, she left. As much as Damon could ignore Casey and block her attempts to crawl onto his lap or sneak into his bedroom at night, Stephanie felt like snapping Casey's neck whenever she heard Casey saying how she was the Luna.

For Stephanie, there was only one Luna of the Dark Howlers Pack, and she perished ten years ago. How Stephanie saw it, every time Casey shouted she was Luna and tried to act like one. Casey was tarnishing the image of Damon's mother, the late Luna Violet. Casey was aware that one day Damon would find his Luna, and Stephanie hoped that the girl would be at least half as good as her deceased best friend.

Casey was not good enough to clean Luna Violet's shoes, which were sitting boxed up for the last decade, and taking Luna Violet's position was out of the question. Damon exhaled sharply, releasing his tension together with last thoughts about Casey. With any luck, she wouldn't come, and he wouldn't need to deal with all that drama. Women like Casey enforced Damon's   that having a woman in life only brought trouble.

He already had so much to deal with, managing the pack, balancing relationships with other packs, alliances, deals, concealed enmity, and all those damned elders who tried to manipulate him. Other than his mother and Stephanie, and maybe Maya, Damon didn't see any woman who could handle her own burden. That's why he didn't want a woman in his life. His hands were already full. If he needed to deal with whiny, pacifying women, he would go crazy. How Damon saw it, one night stands offered perfection, and plenty of women wouldn't ask for more from a handsome stranger, especially she-wolves who had high libidos.

Whenever he had time, Damon went outside his pack-boarders, into areas where no one knew him. He found a woman, they had fun, and by morning he could go back to his duties without any strings attached. A clean break after an enjoyable night. Did that ask for too much? Unfortunately, Damon lived as something of a celebrity, and those few women with whom he spent more than one night started building expectations.

He didn't want to deal with their tantrums, so he bailed. Damon's handsome eyebrow arched when he saw the caller ID, Jade. Ah, another of his exes, aka bride candidates. But this one hadn't called him in more than a year, so he decided to see what she wanted.

Yes? Hi Alpha Damon, can we talk? Damon hummed in confirmation. This embodied what he liked about Jade. She didn't beat around the bush, and she didn't play games. Damon remembered when he met Jade for a date about two years ago. Jade told him that she worked in modeling, and she had no plans to abandon her career, but she didn't oppose one night of fun. We're already on a date, why not enjoy it all the way?

She winked at him, and Damon agreed. In the morning, there were no hugs, no kisses, and no empty promises. Jade just left, which earned her a big brownie point in Damon's books, and that explained why he didn't block her number. Now it seemed that she had something on her mind. Tell me, Damon said. I know you're still single, and that elders are pressuring you to get married more than ever, right? Damon frowned and said sternly.

Get to the point, Jade. Jade heard the Alpha tone in Damon's voice, and she felt aroused. She couldn't help it. Ever she will react it to a powerful male. It was in their genes. My father is nagging me to quit my job and find a husband, and all the other stuff I don't want to do, so I thought of you. Damon looked confused. Explain.

We can help each other. I'll stay at your place for a few days. We'll go out, take some photos, and make it look like we're in a serious relationship. That should pacify my father and the elders for some time. I can go back to my runway while you do whatever you do. When they start bugging us again, we'll repeat the process. What do you say? You want to be my fake girlfriend? Damon chuckled to himself. Part of him thought that she presented a good idea. Fake, real?

Those are just labels, right? We already shagged each other's brains out, so other than marking, we went as far as possible. This is something that can benefit both of us. If you want, we can sign a contract. I'll appreciate it if you don't meddle in my career and don't touch my money. After a brief pause, Jade continued with urgency.

I need to go. The show starts in five minutes and I'm the first model. Think about it and let me know. If you have any conditions, I'm open for negotiations. The call ended abruptly. Damon stared at his phone in surprise. Maya spoke with amusement in her voice. So, will Jade be your pretend girlfriend? I hope not.

Caden sounded serious. Damon, remember once they get in, it's a headache to kick them out. What if she wants more than pretending? And before you say how Jade is cool, let me remind you that she's crafty and ambitious? If she weren't, she wouldn't be such a successful model despite her father's objections. Damon exhaled sharply as he agreed with Caden. All the irritation he left behind returned again. Women only brought trouble. Why couldn't they leave him alone?

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Chapter 8 The Alpha's Bride - Talia.

Meanwhile at the Red Moon Pack, Anna carried a stack of plates into the kitchen.

OUT OF MY WAY!

She spat angrily. Talia quickly stepped to the side, not wanting to attract attention. She never understood why Anna or other omegas treated her like trash. She belonged to the same rank as they did. The only difference between them and Talia lay in their family's situations. Talia lived as an orphan while the others had families.

No one stood up for her and in the werewolf world, won one by strength or numbers. Unfortunately, Talia possessed neither, so she needed to submit or risk another beating. Talia read in a book that a good Luna should advocate for kindness and help the less fortunate, but Luna Layla didn't fit that description.

Beyond worrying about herself, Luna Layla cared only about the flashy image of the Red Moon Pack. Talia huddled in the corner behind a big ficus and observed the commotion. The whole pack house buzzed with activity, and she overheard omegas talking about an important guest coming for lunch. She muttered to herself, probably an alpha. The pack house was a big mansion and served as home for the alpha, the beta, and their families.

Guests also stayed there. Other pack members owned dwellings in the area with size and proximity to the pack house reflecting the owner standing within the pack. Talia lived as the sole exception. She was a nobody, residing in the pack house's attic. No one knew Talia existed as long as she completed her chores and stayed out of everyone's day.

On a normal day, Talia thought of herself as a house mouse living within the walls without anyone noticing. Talia enjoyed when they hosted important guests because it meant plenty of food to go around, like during their party two days ago. That party amazed her. Talia listened to the music from the window she cracked open while munching on a full plate of various snacks she sneaked from the kitchen.

The only bad thing occurred when the guest of honor, Princess Marcy, as other omegas called her, bumped into Talia after she returned the empty plate. Luckily, Marcy didn't raise a fuss and even apologized. Talia felt confident that Marcy embodied a good person. When Talia cleaned Marcy's bathroom during one of Marcy's spa outings, she observed an array of beauty products she wouldn't even know how to use.

Marcy's closet brimmed with fancy outfits which confirmed to Talia that Marcy truly lived as a princess. Talia used the less used passages to reach her room in the attic. The things inside looked old and dingy, but she kept it clean, and most of the time no one bothered her. She smiled at the sight of two apples and a dinner roll on the napkin next to the futon where she slept. Normally, Talia stayed in her room during the day.

At night, she completed her chores and used that opportunity to shower in a bathroom attached to one of the unused guest bedrooms. When everyone slept, Talia snuck into the kitchen to find food. Talia saw today as a good day. With an important alpha coming, a feast would definitely occur, which meant more leftovers.

She lay on the futon riddled with holes and stared at the ceiling while munching on an apple. Talia liked to think of herself as a captured princess waiting for her prince to rescue her, but she knew she lived as no princess and no prince existed for her. The previous alpha brought Talia to the Red Moon pack when she was a toddler. She heard rumors that the alpha embodied kindness and power, but unfortunately, soon after Talia's arrival, he died, and his son Edward inherited his position.

Alpha Edward eagerly proved himself, and in the werewolf world that meant demonstrating strength and strategy. His strategy focused on warriors and military power, neglecting everything else. Of course, alpha Edward's perfect image mattered, so Luna Leila took charge of making the pack house look glamorous and organizing parties. They sent their daughter Marcy to Europe to attend prestigious boarding schools in her early teens, and their son James busied himself with tutors even before he could walk properly.

Between all that activity, Talia believed alpha Edward and Luna Leila forgot about her existence. Talia turned seven or eight years old when alpha Edward repurposed common rooms for additional training areas, and at that point, Talia lost her bedroom. Where should I go? Talia remembered asking while the people took the furniture out of her room, the woman paused. The attic isn't used? And there she ended up, in the attic.

That happened more than a decade ago. Since then, Talia lived low-key, with alpha and Luna not acknowledging her existence. They didn't ignore her on purpose. Talia simply embodied a quiet, inconspicuous girl with the talent for diminishing her presence. Talia came to the Red Moon pack as a child, and never went through the ceremony of joining the pack, so she lacked the mind link. That explained one of the reasons why alpha Edward didn't know about her. But Omega's knew.

They tended to bully Talia for the smallest mistakes, and over the years, Talia learned to keep to herself and avoid them effectively. She cleaned the bathrooms and emptied the trash in the pack house without anyone noticing. Talia shifted and groaned when a hard corner hit her lower back. She reached for the book that caused her pain. That would leave a bruise. Talia lived with the werewolves, but amounted to no more than a human.

If not for her wolf speaking to her, Talia would have believed she truly lived as a human. Unfortunately, Talia heard her wolf for the last time about four years ago. You're too weak to shift. Talia's wolf spoke into her head. If you force it, it might kill you. Talia didn't feel her wolf since then, and remained unsure of her wolf slept or if she vanished forever.

Throughout her wolf, Talia lacked speed, strength, or enhanced senses, and her healing ability worked super slowly. On top of that, Talia suffered from malnourishment and stood much smaller than an average werewolf, making her look like a 15 or 16 year old, skinny girl, instead of 19. Talia looked at the book in her hand and observed the illustration of a princess smiling and running with her prince.

A castle stood in the background as they held hands and looked happy. Talia's eyes always wondered to the princess's shiny shoes. The book told the story of Cinderella, a poor girl abused by her stepmother and step sisters. She then met a fairy godmother, who magic to fancy dress and shiny shoes so Cinderella could go to the ball, meet her prince, and live happily ever after. What nonsense, Talia thought.

The story contains rubbish, once fortune can't depend on a pair of shoes. Talia still cracked a smile. This book reminded Talia of Olivia, the only member of the Red Moon pack who treated her as a person. Olivia left the pack about one year ago, and Talia missed her dearly. Every night, Talia hugged that book to sleep, remembering Olivia. Olivia lived two years older than Talia, and her father, Dr. Scott, worked as the pack doctor.

Olivia would sneakily come to the attic and help Talia attend to her cuts and bruises. Olivia didn't dare to help Talia openly when others bullied her, but Talia never blamed her for it. Olivia taught Talia a lot about plants, which ones helped with swelling, which reduced pain, and so on.

When Olivia noticed that Talia read slowly, she gave Talia the book about Cinderella. Practice reading daily, this book will remind you that magic exists and dreams can come true. Talia thought it sounded silly, but felt touched by the gesture and accepted the book. Last year, Olivia went away for a few weeks, and when she returned, she came to say her goodbyes, where are you going?

Talia never thought about leaving the pack, not because she lacked courage, but because she had no idea where she would go. Her knowledge about the world outside of the Red Moon pack remained extremely limited, making her feel like a frog in a sealed well that couldn't even see the sky above. Olivia smiled dreamily. I met my maid. I'm going to live with him.

Larry waits for me at my house. I used the chance of Larry talking to my dad to come here and say goodbye. Talia hugged Olivia and wished her all the best. Talia felt happy for her friend, even though she knew she would feel lonely. Olivia found her prince and headed toward her happily ever after, and Talia held her tears until after Olivia left.

Talia placed her hand on the book about Cinderella and dozed off. Her duties started in the evening when everyone slept, so she could rest. By then, the guests would arrive, and all the buzz would end. Talia smiled at the thought of all the leftovers she would find in the kitchen.

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Chapter 9 The Alpha's Bride - The Red Moon Pack

Damon, Caden, and Maya arrived at the Red Moon Pack late in the morning. Luna Leila apologized for her husband's absence. He joined a scout who picked up suspicious movements on the eastern border of our territory before dawn. Alpha Edward, being a hands-on leader, wanted to personally ensure our safety. Luna Leila welcomed them warmly, personally showing them to their second floor rooms.

Wow, this place looks glitzy! Maya shared her thoughts with Damon and Caden through their mind-link. Caden nodded in agreement. You can say that again. None of the three commented on the two lines of omegas who bowed to greet them in front of the pack-house. White marble covered the entry hallway floor, with matching tall columns reaching the three-story high ceiling. The marble staircase curved elegantly upward, looking pure and flawless, perfectly complemented by golden rails and opulent crystal chandeliers that appeared to come from a fancy castle.

How many homes could one build with all this money if they toned down the luxury? And grumbled through the mind-link. In the Red Moon pack, only mated couples get a dwelling. Highly ranked warriors get a single home while others get apartments. Caden reminded Damon, who usually didn't care about the internal workings of other packs. Everyone else above twelve years old lives in common buildings where six to eight people share a room. Maya frowned at this thought.

In the dark howlers pack, they had common buildings, but most pack members lived in single homes. Community buildings served teens who wanted to experience life away from parents, the elderly who desired their space while staying close to people their age, and for emergency situations, such as when someone's home caught fire or for refugees until they found permanent housing.

One continued his father's practice of treating everyone with equal importance, regardless of their occupation or gender. Omegas received the same privileges as warriors and doctors. After all, each member played an important role in the pack and deserved dignity. Giving preference to someone, compared to others, created an atmosphere where members inclined to choose an occupation, disregarding their interests only because of the benefits it brought. It easily led to inequality and the creation of social classes. Jealousy, feelings of superiority, and other negativity could easily take root.

The Red Moon pack became known for its military prowess, but only because Alpha Edward appreciated warriors and gave them better living conditions, which caused most able males to become soldiers. Maya felt the oppressive atmosphere the moment she stepped out of the car. Two warriors stood stiffly on each side of the main entrance, with distant shouts from training groups. It felt like they arrived at a military compound rather than a pack where families lived. Are you okay? Caden rubbed Maya's shoulders reassuringly. She wondered if she made a face or if Caden noticed her uneasiness because of their mate bond.

Maya glanced at Luna Layla before turning to Caden with a smile. Fine, I'm just tired from the trip. Please, freshen up and join us downstairs. Lunch will be served in one hour. Food will replenish your energy and you can rest afterward if you wish. Luna Layla encouraged, to which Maya responded with a nod. Will Marcy join us for lunch? Maya stopped before entering the room. The young miss and the reason for their visit hadn't welcomed them at the door. Yes, she's getting ready. Luna Layla said and glanced at Damon. She wants to look her best.

Her best, Caden repeated. We look forward to seeing her best. Luna Layla's smile froze. She would have snapped at Caden for making such an ambiguous remark. Why did he, a beta, want to see her daughter? But Alpha Damon stood right there, with his icy stern expression that made her shrink. So she plastered a smile on her face and endured it. Damon entered his room and locked the door before heading to the bathroom. Since entering the Red Moon Pack territory, Damon felt uneasy, like an omen of unpleasant things to come. He wanted to shower and relax a bit because traveling with the constantly flirting or playfully bickering Caden and Maya exhausted him.

Based on Luna Layla's overly enthusiastic welcome, Damon sensed his mood would only worsen. Damon had met several dozen she-wolves who tried to become his Luna, but this marked his first overnight stay in a pack house. Normally, he would meet the woman and her parents, take her out for dinner or to a nightclub before they ended up rolling in the sheets in a hotel room. Compared to that, this seemed more like a meet-the-in-law scenario, where he needed to stay for a few days and return home with a wife. That wouldn't happen.

He wanted to talk to Alpha Edward and get to the bottom of what he wanted, other than Damon marrying Marcy. Some other expectations must have been attached to it, but unfortunately, Alpha Edward didn't join them for lunch, so that had to wait. Damon, Caden, and Maya ate in the lavish dining room that matched the rest of the villa, accompanied by Luna Layla, Marcy, and Nora. Marcy and Nora already sat at the table when Damon, Caden, and Maya arrived.

They briefly shook hands while exchanging pleasantries. Alpha Edward and Bader Raymond remained absent, busy with scouts, and Luna Layla promised they would return soon and definitely join them for dinner. She also apologized for her son's absence, saying he exercised with warriors to build a strong character. During their meal, Luna Layla played the role of a good hostess. Marcy chose her words carefully, striking a balance between not being mute and not overstepping her boundaries, while Nora still glances at Damon and blushed profusely. From Nora's perspective, life couldn't get better.

The man from her wet dreams sat at the same table, eating and talking. Every movement of his lips seemed seductive. She wondered what else he could do with those lips and with the rest of his body. She had shaken hands with Damon, and his grip felt solid and warm. She wished he would grip more than just her hand. Nora glanced at Marcy and wondered if she would mind if Nora made a move on Damon. After all, Marcy didn't seem possessive of her future husband, and Nora didn't want to snatch him for herself. Just a taste would suffice. One night. After lunch, Luna Layla turned to Marcy. Marcy, why don't you show Alpha Damon the garden?

Hydrangea blooms fully now, and you can use this chance to get to know each other. Marcy glanced at Damon and smiled. Are you interested? For a walk, Damon asked, and Marcy confirmed with a nod. Since your father remains busy, I need to fill in the time with something. Luna Layla's lips twitched. Why did Alpha Damon sound like he came for business with her husband instead of to meet Marcy? I'm going for a walk, Damon told Caden and Maya through the mind link. Caden smirked. Have fun.

We will do our part, Maya assured Damon. Caden and Maya had a task to investigate the Red Moon pack and see if they could find anything Damon could use. Ideally, they would find dirt on Marcy so Damon could label her as unworthy without making things up, and any negative information on Alpha Edward would serve as a bonus. In the garden, Damon and Marcy walked together. He observed Marcy with a raised eyebrow.

You seem uneasy. Marcy glanced around, hoping she wouldn't see George. Or maybe she wished to see him. But she couldn't admit that to Damon because she would need to explain why George mattered, and that might complicate things. Other than Damon's icy demeanor, Marcy thought he looked good-looking and powerful. With his status, he had the right to be prideful.

She didn't know Damon, but what she saw so far impressed her. I would like for us to talk in private, and here we can be overheard. Damon paused. He planned to delve deep into Marcy's character, but he didn't expect her to take the initiative less than an hour after they met. How about my room? Damon smirked when Marcy nodded in agreement.

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Chapter 10 The Alpha's Bride - Caught in the Act

In the guest room, Damon sat in the comfy sofa chair and observed Marcy Smuggly. She stood three steps in front of him with her hands crossed over her chest defensively. You wanted privacy, so here we are. Damon waved his hand to Jester for Marcy to start talking. Marcy sighed. Considering our future relationship, I believe that we should be able to talk openly. Damon cocked an eyebrow. Our future relationship? Marcy narrowed her eyes impatiently.

Why did he pretend he didn't understand? Did he want her to spell it out? Fine. We both know you're here because I'll be your Luna. Damon poked his cheek with his tongue while looking at Marcy mockingly. He realized Marcy was impatient to clarify her status as his Luna. What's with the rush? She didn't seem desperate to get married, and during lunch, Nora seemed eager to put her hands on Damon while Marcy appeared indifferent. Damon wondered if he saw it wrongly or if Marcy was a good actress. He wanted to test how far her act would go.

My Luna. What makes you think you are qualified? Marcy felt offended. Did he look down on her? Just so you know, I trained my whole life to be a good Luna. I can take care of the pack house and the pack members and handle many other things, including housing, food, and finance management. I will relieve you of your burden. You want to relieve me of my burden? Damon drawled. Marcy nodded confidently.

Damon slid lower in the sofa chair until the back of his head reached the edge of the backrest and his legs parted more. Since you are eager to relieve me of my burden, how about you put that pretty mouth of yours to good use and give me some relief? Marcy paused, taking a moment to understand the meaning behind Damon, glancing at his crotch area. She swallowed hard as she realized what he wanted.

Well, it wasn't like she never did that before, but it involved courting and dinner. Damon's smug expression frustrated her profusely. Marcy reminded herself that this guy in front of her was not some random Pierre or Jacques. This was Alpha Damon. He was used to women serving him. Marcy was prideful and willful, but at this point, she couldn't afford to offend him. Her father would skin her alive. She walked slowly toward Damon and got on her knees between his legs. She bit her lower lip while unbuttoning his pants.

Talia jumped from her sleep when piercing pain assaulted her shin. Wake up, slave! Anna spoke with malice in her voice, and Talia immediately woke up. Several amigas bullied Talia, and Anna was their ringleader. Normally, they didn't come to the attic, and Talia had a bad feeling about this. Talia yelped when Sean grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her toward the door. You need to listen, slave! Talia never understood why they called her slave.

Sometimes they called her rat, or roach. Was it because she wasn't part of the Red Moon pack? Or because she had no family? Or because she didn't get any compensation for the work she did? She got a place to stay and food, and Talia even got clothes from the pile others discarded, so she didn't think about asking for more. Who would she ask anyway? She wouldn't dare to approach Alpha or Luna with any demands.

Maybe it wasn't about Talia, but these amigas wanted to feel superior to someone, so they insulted Talia because she was easy to pick on. Talia's thoughts were partially right. They bullied her to feel better, but what she didn't know was that Anna and her gang thought Talia had it easy. Other than hard work, Omega's attended mandatory harsh training because Alpha Edward believed everyone should be a soldier, and whenever they fell behind, they got beatings.

Every time Anna got a beating, she searched for Talia to release some of her steam. This time, Anna came up with a plan that would get Talia in big trouble. How big? It would depend on what happened next. When Sean let go of Talia, they were in the hallway on the second floor. Anna smiled maliciously and tilted her head to the side.

Zina stepped forward and pushed a handful of stacked towels into Talia's hands. Fifth door on the right! Alpha Damon needs fresh towels for his bathroom. Anna gestured in that direction. Talia took a step back. Talia's? I only cleaned the bathrooms and take the trash. What if he is inside? Are you arguing with me? Anna hissed and raised her hand like she was about to deliver a slap.

Talia shrunk and scurried down the hallway. Anna stifled a laugh at the scene. What do you think will happen? Zina whispered. Princess Marcy and Alpha Damon are alone for some time. What if they are going at it? Good. We want Talia to cause a ruckus, right? Sean chimed in. She is enjoying a carefree life while we suffer, Anna said maliciously.

It's time for Alpha Edward to take notice of this rat who is always falling through the cracks. I wonder if she will survive the day. Talia gently knocked on the door and listened intently. It was quiet. She guessed that the Alpha Damon Anna mentioned was the important guest. She wondered if it was okay to go in if he was sleeping.

With his Alpha hearing, he would definitely hear that knock and tell her to come in or to scram. Talia put her hand on the door knob and slowly opened the door. Her heart stopped at the sight in front of her and she froze. A handsome young man with the head full of raven black hair leaned back in the sofa chair with his head tilted up to stare at the ceiling. His chest heaved and she couldn't see if his eyes were open, but what she could see was Princess Marcy kneeling between his legs and Talia's brain stuttered. This was too much.

Unsure what to do, Talia's eyes fell on the towel she clutched tightly, and then she took a peek at the duo who were too busy to notice her. That's right. They didn't notice her. Talia decided to complete her mission. If she retreated without delivering towels, Anna would give her a hard time, and if she proceeded inside, there was a chance they wouldn't catch her. Talia stepped into the room and moved toward the bathroom while sticking as close to the wall as possible, without making any sound.

She left the towels next to the sink and dashed out with light steps, the same one she used to move through the packhouse without anyone noticing her. Talia stopped at the door and pulled it close slowly. For some inexplicable reason, Talia took another peek at the duo, and her stomach dropped when she met two piercing blue eyes directed at her. She was caught! An alpha demon looked angry! Stop! Demon shouted. But there was no way that Talia would stop.

She closed the door and ran upstairs as fast as she could, not stopping at the giggles and mocking from Anna and her gang, and not stopping until she reached the attic and closed the door behind her firmly. Talia pushed the cabinet to block the door and then huddled in the corner, slowing down her breathing and wishing that her wild heartbeat wouldn't betray her location. Is this it? Is this the day I die? Talia wondered. She only did what she was told to do, but that didn't change the fact that she saw something that shouldn't be seen.

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