The Fox and the Alpha

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My mother looked very grim as she stared at me, her wide and knowing eyes boring into me. "I'm sorry."

I looked up from the grass I lay in, the same damn meadow every time. "Sorry for what?"

"This will be the last time you see me, until right before the war. I can't tell you everything, but I can only tell you this; you won't get your full powers until your heart stops beating and restarts. I'm sorry." She starts to cry next to me, little gold droplets falling off her pale cheeks.

"It's okay, I don't mind. I'm coming back, I won't be dead permanently." She smiled a reached forward, placing her thumb in the middle of my forehead. It was the exact way I did, closing her eyes as she pressed forward. I began crying, my once clear tears now a shimmering gold.

"You are my flesh and blood, we are part of each other. Never forget, you are to be the Queen and the Goddess." Warmth spread through me once more, as lights blinded from within my body.

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Xander's POV.

She was beautiful, beyond anything I could have asked for. The Moon Goddess blessed me with her, she was my savior, my breath of air while I was drowning. And I was so in love.

Ashe.

I walked up the stairs, her smell faint throughout the house. I wish I could describe her smell, it was the warmth from the sun through a window, the smell of rain right after a thunderstorm, like the forest when I ran through it the very first time.

I stood outside the music room, a grin on my face. I clutched the small box in my pocket, a promise ring I was going to give to Ashe. It was passed down from generation to generation in my family, something each Alpha gave to their mates.

I was going to tell her everything tonight, about being her mate, the King of Wolves, and I was going to tell her how much I love her. I opened the door but before I could step in my nose wrinkled, the smell of silicon and way too much perfume attacked my senses.

"Xander baby?" The door got opened by a barely clothes Stacey, a smile on her face.

"What're you doing here?" I growled. "Where is my mate?"

"I'm right here!" She walked back into the room, the scent in the room going full force at me. I smelt my father, a scent I don't think will ever leave the room, and Stacey's smell, but there was the slightest whiff of Ashe.

"You are not my mate!" Stacey and I were friends when we were younger, and she developed a crush on me when we were around 14. The problem was that I was saving myself for my mate, but she was not it.

"Yes I am! I love you Xander, why don't you see that?" She started crying, sitting down at the bench of the piano. "I even got rid of her! I got someone to take care of her!"

"What have you done," I growled out.

"I got rid of her! She won't bother us anymore, I finally told her the truth."

"You are not my mate, get off of the bench and get the FUCK OUT OF THIS ROOM!" She gasped as I shouted.

"You'll regret this." She uttered before bolting out of the room. I roared, bunching my hands in my hair.