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JUNG

The creepy-looking Elders smiled as they grabbed each other's hands and formed a circle around Leona, Tigran, and me. I gazed at my mate having flashbacks of watching her meet her family and saying that I was her family now. I grabbed her cold yet perfect hand once again, hating that it wasn't warmed up by mine.

Oh, moon goddess. First, this long-lost brother of my mates comes out of the blue. And now her biological mother lets out that Leader werecats have affinities and she is the chosen one? What have I gotten myself into?

"A loving mate that we would die for," Tufani answers my rhetorical question.

Of course, I would put our life on the line for her. No doubt about it. She is what I have gotten myself into and I will sink into her. I haven't known her for a long time. But my soul connects with her mind. Leona is a beautiful ray of sunshine. I am forever entranced by her beauty. I am wrapped around her tiny flawless fingers.

I might be mated to her but it's much deeper than that. Sure, the moon goddess joined us, but the light in her eyes when she is happy instead of scared and looking over her shoulder makes me want to shelter her from the world.

I will be her sole protector. I will become stronger just to make sure she is guarded by the best. Her kindness and confidence were a magnet to my caring beta morals. Sure I wish I would have known the whole truth at the beginning but I'm fine with getting to know her piece by piece. She is a mysterious woman. She can handle herself in a fight and is a snack I could just eat up. I'm curious as to what wonderful life we can create together.

I know I probably don't deserve her. Before her, I was a ruthless Beta. Protecting my pack was the only goal. No matter how many lives were lost. The greater good for my pack came first. I thought I would never get mated as karma for my harsh ways.

We are forever in lust for the curvy stature of our mate. She is smart, and she found us on the battlefield when I was sure to keep my tracks clean. She seems loyal. She is strong.

Weretigers are beasts, that's why people want them nonexistent. But I will protect her. We will make sure she is well-loved and defended with high-level security.

The moon goddess chose us for each other. I needed a breath of fresh air from all the violence. She needed someone to watch over her in her time of need. Her traumatic experience with the horrid pack of the Nightshade has made her who she is. And I want to love all of her. We will make strong and beautiful pups together when that time comes.

I, Jung will forever cherish my mate. I never even thought the moon goddess would let me receive the happiness of the mate bond since my first mate died when I was a child. The pain of waking up in a cold sweat and screaming in agony as my heart felt ripped out.

I didn't know it then entirely but when my parents sat me down when I was 16 to tell me that I shouldn't be upset if I didn't have a mate.

"It's the Moon Goddess's way."

And they were right. Rest in peace to my first mate. But I got Leona now and all that lost time.... I will make the most out of my time with Leona. Every second I want her to be at my side. I want to love her as I have always wanted to. I need her presence. Her bouncy charcoal kinks contrasting her deep brown skin make my heart flutter even just thinking about her. The love I feel for her is a different experience.

Trying to keep up with her spontaneous actions was challenging. And it's been a long time since I was challenged. She is miraculous. This is exactly why you trust the goddesses. The Division of Gods will have my back. For I am a follower.

I was stunned. Not only was my mate a rare color of tiger, but she was also the next Leader of a weretiger pack. She is amazing, beautiful, and strong. She pulled her luscious-looking brown bottom lip into her mouth as she listened intensely to the Elders who were telling her their prophecy. How is someone that small capable of doing such incredible things?

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