•𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑳𝑬𝑵 𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑵•【√】

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ғɪᴠᴇ

The dress is more than enough but the whole thing is a nightmare. I’ve met all kinds of males in the span of two hours and my faith in the future of our kind is deeply shaken to the point of me thinking of going to the nearest town, seduce a human and bring him in the fold, lying to everyone that he is my true mate.

My feet are killing me, my head hurts and I want to go to sleep. But there is one more hour left till midnight and the commencing of the Mating. I have to endure till then, admit defeat and find another way to provide my father with what he wants of me.

“I said let me go!” I hear the strained voice of a female somewhere outside the tent and I turn.

A petite blonde girl is being manhandled by a male that is forcing her to him with a sly smile. The more the time passes, the more the males get agitated, aroused by the smell of mated wolves and they act like assholes. The girl trying to pull herself away from the big, buff man that is stronger than her is a victim of male stupidity. Hell no!

Welcoming the distraction, I take my shoes in my hand and go straight to them. Neither seem to be aware of my approach, she almost in tears by fear and he is drooling over her body.

“Let her go!” I say firmly in my Beta voice.

Both of them turn to me instantly. She looks at me in hope but also fearing that I will be getting in trouble. After the nightmare of a day I’ve had, trouble would be so nice right now. And by the half-drunk, half-lusty look on that man’s face, he seems to be eager to give me some trouble.

“Good, good, good,” Antiope  growls ready for a good fight as always.

“Get the fuck away!” He threatens.

“I suggest you leave. Now!” I drop my shoes on the ground and thank Goddess my dress has a deep opening.

He releases the girl and turns to me. Phase one complete. I draw my eyes away from him and look at the girl that stares at me with wide eyes.

“Go,” I simply say.

“No,” she shows comradery and I am already proud.

“You can both stay,” he slurs. “I’ll get a taste of you both and decide who to hunt on the Mating.”

Sure that we will be up for a threesome after such a charming proposal, he moves to get me. For starters, all I do is step away. He is drunk and even is he is a wolf, the alcohol takes a toll on his reactions. He trips and almost falls on his ass.

“You fucking...”

He is up and I see his eyes go full black. His wolf is not taking this well. Even better. I bend my knees and ready myself for a good fight.

“Antiope ? With me?”

“Always.”

The male comes quickly to and growls loudly. To this vacant show of dominance, I simply smile. This ought to be good. I do my good deed of the day, vent some pent-up anger, go back to my hut and figure out what to do tomorrow. And just when he is ready to finally lunge at me, a voice cuts through the air.

“Thane!”

Battle ready as I am I can’t but turn to look at the man who holds such an imperative voice. I see a tall, built man, dressed rather casually for such a formal event. He is in dark denim jeans that are tucked in loose biker boots and a black t-shirt that is tight on his built body. His blonde hair falls loosely around his face and his deep blue eyes look at my opponent/victim with authority.