A new alpha tries to move on from his harrowing past by accepting marriage to a woman he's never met.
A series of unfortunate circumstances cause Max Warren and Melanie Wilder to come together to ensure the continued existence of their packs.
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It was hard to believe it, but her home was truly, forever gone... Just yesterday she'd been running the trails with Austin, with Sidney... and now the home she'd loved was destroyed forever. Up in smoke just like her mother all those years ago and now her father the alpha was gone too. She wasn't supposed to step up now. She was only nineteen years old. Barely past the age of a pup and yet here she was at the pack council's mercy.
They had given what they could, the options displayed had been messy and all would receive a bad response from her pack. But when it came down to it all, Melanie was the boss and no one would dare to take her on. The young woman was tough, a survivor, and a fighter. Having a duo of alpha parents had certainly served her well in her life.
She had been gifted in her intelligence, kindness, and strategies towards the other packs. Thus, allowing her a chance to convince the Blackmane alpha to speak with her elders of an arranged mating. It wasn't what she'd hoped for. Somewhere foolishly in Mel's mind, she'd expected a chance at finding love. Blood bonding with a male that truly was her match. Finding the person whose inner wolf matched her own. After all, her inner wolf was a unique creature that intertwined with her very soul. The purest part of her Lycan heritage was the puppy that badgered her often in her mind.
Her wolf was young, playful still much like a pup in its joy to run. How it had the urge to play and wrestle with her siblings, but at last her wolf now craved companionship as it reached its maturity. Having gone through heat twice now with the help of birth control, Melanie was ready to open up to the idea of pups with this... stranger.
These thoughts had been rushing through her head all day as the time for the mating approached. Her arrival at the new pack's base had been a bit hectic. Everyone rushing this way and that as she was jostled away by a stranger and forced into the standard white gown for the ceremony. Her long auburn ringlets fell down her shoulders brushing her bare tanned shoulders. Makeup was applied, a light pink lipstick dark black eyeliner to enhance the beauty of her emerald green eyes. Freckles covered by foundation to create the illusion of clear flawless skin.
She was wearing heels for Christ's sake. Plain white three-inch pumps, not doing much to enhance her five-foot height, but alas she was outside. The stacks of white chairs she'd seen on the alphas house lawn were filled. Hundreds of unfamiliar Lycans now eagerly waiting for her to meet the male down the aisle. Her heart was pounding at a million miles per hour as the young female was about to face her destiny head-on. She hadn't even met this man. Yet here she was about to promise her life to him, to swear her allegiance to an alpha whom she knew nothing about.
It was insanity.
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Max had only overthrown the previous alpha months ago. His mettle as alpha is still unproven. He hadn't done it through a display of strength, nor a public challenge, but through cunning, charisma, and one convincing lie. He had fulfilled what his father asked of him as he died, slain by a foolish war where no one even remembered why they fought. Then that idiot of an "alpha" tried to unite them both and bring peace by simply merging them. Max Scoffed at the thought, as he fastened the button on his blazer's sleeve, pulling it taught and flexing his hand. This. This was the real way to reach an agreement peacefully. After the incident when the alpha had broken tradition, the packs had split once more. and he'd been given the position by his predecessor seeing as he never had a proper heir, the drink he drowned himself in along with his sorrows, had apparently affected his seed the night he had mated too. He sighed softly. He didn't mean for it to go as far as it did. As one of the subordinates who was helping get him ready fixed and combed his hair, he looked at himself in the mirror. I never wanted him dead, and never by his hand. He closed his eyes for a moment in silence, to at least honor him a little.
