•𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑳𝑬𝑵 𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑵•【√】

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ sᴇᴠᴇɴ

My cheeks are hurting from all the fake smiling and if I have to clap one more time to congratulate a happy couple, I will scream. Luckily this long night is close to an end and though these nights drag well after the sunrise, as soon the Alpha King says the words, I am calling it a night. I got a long ride back home and a father to face.

I won’t be running  tomorrow so I will be packing tonight. Running means submitting to the male catching you and there is no avoiding that commitment. Unfortunately- or not - there isn’t one male here that fits my requirements to let him catch me.

“One last male to claim his mate,” Alpha King stands on the high platform and demands silence.

"Finally,” Antiope all but yawns.

“I am glad that my own cousin, my trusted councilor and the man that saved my life more than once is the one to close this ceremony,” the King continues. “I am honored and happy that he found his mate in the Mating Hunt. Alpha Jinyoung, come forth.”

Alpha Jinyoung is here? Though European packs are not part of the prerequisite studies for a Beta , I was always an overachiever so I did study some of it. And a big, bloody part of the recent history is Alpha Jinyoung. Being the leader of the biggest pack in Scandinavia, he singlehandedly erased the threat of the Northern Rogues and as Alpha King said, he has saved his life on multiple occasions. Rumor has it that the last of these times, Alpha Jinyoung  got a big scar on his back, inflicted by a silver sword.

I get up to take a good look at the war hero in our midst while I still holding my last cup of beer. And as I take a sip, I choke on it. Cause there on the platform walks none other than the tall asshole that dared call me “little girl” to my face!

It figures, my logic answers. Alpha Jinyoung  has a reputation for being overly cruel even to those trespassing in his territory by mistake. He has smothered an invasion by Russian packs in blood and there are talks of inhumane torture techniques he uses to get what he wants.

A hard and cruel man, cold as the ice that covers his territory with no sign of human emotion, just cold hard logic and ruthless response. I pity the girl that the Goddess has chosen to be his mate.

“Alpha Jinyoung , call your mate,” Alpha King asks.

Alpha Jinyoung turns to the people with that stone expression on his face and I see a lot flinch away from his gaze. Thankfully, he doesn’t look to where I stand. Instead, he takes a deep breath and calls out.

“Emery kim of the Red Moon Pack,” his voice resonates in the tent.

“WHAT?” I yell and all eyes turn to me.

And amongst those eyes, are his. A smirk creeps up his lips as he narrows his eyes with malice.He can’t do that, he can’t do that, he can’t do that.

“Emery kim, come forth.”

“Not a fucking chance in Hell,” I widen my eyes to the Alpha King.

I see the King’s guards move behind him. “Fucking” and “Hell” is not the way that protocol demands you address the Alpha King.

“Young lady, come forth,” the King warns me.

There’s a wave of whispers spreading in the tent but I don’t give a damn.

“Mate,” Antiope purrs  and despite all logic, I am seriously considering to run away. How did I got myself this deep into shit.