The Alpha King's Lost Mate

Ch. 7

Seven

"I can't be your mate."

The words slipped past my lips before I could stop them. The spark inside me extinguished.

I couldn't be.

No.

There was no way.

No.

The Moon Goddess herself would never make me The Alpha King's mate.

This had to be some sort of joke, another punishment.

I couldn't be the other half of his soul... I just couldn't be.

Every wolf knew that an omega couldn't be mated to a wolf with Alpha blood. It had never happened before in our long history, and it wouldn't be happening now.

I sat there on the bed, my feet tucked under me, my mouth slightly agape, and my palms clammy, as I waited for King Ambrose to laugh at me, or yell, or do anything at all to show that this was some sort of long, drawn-out punishment.

But he didn't say a single word.

Instead, King Ambrose kept staring down at me, his green eyes boring into my own.

"I guess I should have taken things a little bit slower," the king muttered as he gently ran his fingers over the curve of my jaw, being careful to avoid any of my bruises. "I used to tease Jasper for doing the same thing when he first met Clara and recognized her as her mate, we all barely managed to make it out of the room in time before he marked her."

My head was spinning at everything happening.

"I thought that I would have been better than Jasper at least," he chuckled lightly at his own words. "But I know that this must be a lot to take in, little one, but I promise to be here every single step of the way. I've waited decades for you, and I'm not letting you go. Ever."

None of what King Ambrose was saying was helping to ease my nerves or make me feel better at all.

His words were doing the exact opposite.

There was no possible way for us to be mates. Surely, the king had to know this.

"Say something," he whispered, tucking a few strands of my hair behind my ear. "Please."

"I can't be." The words were small and soft as I said them. "Your Highness, I greatly apologize for my next words and accept my punishment, but...I just can't be your mate. There has to be some sort of mistake, I'm just an omega. I can't be your mate."

Maybe the king was tired from his long trip to the Blood Moon Pack and confused me for his true mate.

King Ambrose's eyes darkened at my words.

"Little one"—he pulled me closer until I could feel his breath fan over my face at his every word—"I don't make mistakes. And even if I did, it is not a mistake when I tell you that you are my mate. The other half of my soul. The greatest gift the Moon Goddess has ever, and will ever, give me."

My heart raced wildly in my chest.

"Let me ask you this, my little mate," King Ambrose said firmly. "Do you think that your Alpha King would ever make such a mistake as telling the wrong she-wolf that they are his mate?"

Of course not.

The thought was instant.

Every wolf knew that the Alpha King was beyond powerful and never made mistakes. Mates were extremely sacred and highly treasured, and the chances of any wolf, especially the Alpha King, mistaking a she-wolf as their mate were slim.