The Only Alpha Luna

A Mated Beginning

Sharon I need you to come to my room with your mate. I don't know where I was finding the strength to mind link with someone who was probably an acre or more away. Yet, I was doing it as Tom sat in the chair in the corner with a look of complete shock on his face. I calmly remained seated going through all of the possible things the mark on my neck could represent. The death union being the only one that came to mind. I wasn't ready to die, nor was I prepared to truly put my life in his hands like that. I hadn't seen him fight, and even though from what I could tell he's done a wonderful job leading my pack while I was out. Those actions weren't enough for to me to trust anyone with my life.

Sharon, her mate, and the doctor come into the room. The doctor walks over to put a needle in the attached IV, that until that present moment I hadn't realized was there. I swatted his hand away and then I looked at my own hand. I couldn't move that before, I looked at Tom and there was a stunned expression upon his face as well. The doctor looked between the two of us suspiciously as though we had done something that we weren't supposed to do. In honesty I felt like a little kid who had gotten caught with there hand in the cookie jar, the jar that you know you're not supposed to touch. No matter the temptation that's in front of you. No matter the encouragement from the other kids.

"Well you won't be needing this anymore," The doctor said just as I saw his hand grab the IV and give it a hard tug. It was out of my skin in an instant. Dammit, that hurt you bastard. I said to myself not realizing that I was mind-linked to Tom. When I looked for the link to close it though there wasn't one open. "I'll let Sharon and her mate answer any and all questions about the benefits to the marks that you have given each other. I hope that you two had some fun." Tom and I both look at the doctor with nothing but steel eyes filled with anger, and disbelief. Most if not all pack members would never address us with that amount of disrespect. The doctor swiftly exited the room as though understanding dawning on him of what he just did, the disrespect, and the obvious pain inflicted upon someone's mate.

"Welcome, newcomers!! You are now located in the world of mates. So you two have officially started the mating process, the mating process has many different benefits, and many, many different phases. Some people chose to only complete enough of the mating process to..." I could tell that Sharon was searching for the right word to use in the sentence. I could also tell with the tone of voice she had, one of a tour guide who had a practiced speech for years would have, that she had always wanted this day to come. In fact you could almost say that she had been waiting for it to happen "satisfy the mate bond that you have between you. Most people tend to wait until near the end of their life cycles to do the last stage which is the death union mark. That mark will allow you to pass if your mate has passed the moment after your mate has passed max. Do you have any questions?" I felt as though the world had just become serious, that there was no way for me to live my life without him. I knew that before I tried to say goodbye to him this last time. I wanted to protect him though, I didn't want him to take part in this dangerous life that I lead.

"Yeah, how do you know we've begun the mating process?" It was Tom who was the first to speak, as he walked over to me so that he's standing on the right side of the bed almost behind me. I was glad that it was him since there was no way that my mouth would have been able to form any of the words or questions I had swirling around in my own head.

"The fact that's she's healed already. You two have marked each other I'm guessing right?" Sharon asks and we both nod our heads yes. "Well when you two mark each other pieces of your life forces come together, you are able to mind-link as though it's nothing, read each other's thoughts, and feelings unless closed off from the other. When those tendrils of life force bind together it allows you to heal one another. So since you Tom, were at full strength her body called upon some of your energy and strength. Only enough to heal herself quickly and efficiently though.

"The second phase is when you two do the naughty, which causes you both to be infertile with other partners, and let's just say that your wolves find a way to painfully communicate with you that the wrong person is present.

"The third phase is the death union which again can be completed at any point in your lives. It's an optional portion of the mating process that is less practiced nowadays." Sharon rolled up her sleeve for her right arm and there was a bit mark on her wrist. My wolf called out in jealousy since we wanted the same thing for ourselves. "I have it because I have reached that point with my mate where there will be no days without him in it, not to mention the fact that I do not wish to die alone or in anyone else's arms besides my mate. Any other questions?" It was hard to have other questions when the process was so painfully, and clearly communicated as to what would happen during each phase. The rewards mostly coming with the first one. I shake my head no, and assuming that Tom did the same they began to leave.

"Are you a wolf?" The question slipped out without context or warning, it was rude, and there was absolutely no excuse as to why I should or could have asked.

"No," Sharon breathes out her offense before leaving. Her mate looking at me with pity, shame, but above all else disappointment. Which was plainly and clearly set upon me. Doing the naughty would be nice. Uh, I'm going to lose her forever though. She's made it perfectly clear that I am unwanted, and not needed in her life. I need to accept that and move on. But, I can't, I love her too much, I want to protect and face the world with her, I want to be the shoulder she cries on, I want to be her confident, her lover, and anything else that she could possibly need over the years. Even if it's a place to put all of her anger, hatred, and resentment towards the world. Even if I was blamed for all the mistakes that she had made in her life.

Tell him about the threat, or let it be?