Chapter 1

"Holy ****! I can't wait to pound you."

Chelsea flinched as Alpha Lucian groaned and spread her legs on his soft mattress while caressing the most sensitive spots of her body with his delicate fingertips. Each touch brought a weird sensation flooding through her stomach, which made her moan in pleasure while her toes curled.

"You are so beautiful, Chelsea." In a low, husky voice, he proclaimed his admiration again and again.

With her pants damp from anticipation, Chelsea felt a wave of heat cruise between her thighs. She had had enough. She had been patiently waiting for so long. For his touch. For him.

Lucian was the Alpha in the Blue Moon Pack. He had dark brown hair, a tanned complexion, and a perfectly masculine physique. Chelsea, on the other hand, was nothing more than an omega. Despite the fact that she was the daughter of a warrior, her position in the pack was still too low for her to be deemed a suitable match for the Alpha. But regardless of that, he chose her. He picked her out of all the other women who lusted after him.

In her mind, the promise he had made still resonated. After all these years, she could still feel him trace the sensitive areas of her skin while whispering, "I'm looking forward to the big day when we turn eighteen. Let's quickly mature together."

There were barely a few minutes of the age difference between Lucian and Chelsea. Since she was a youngster, she had a thing for him. So, when he finally took notice of her a year ago and decided to take her under his wing and teach her the ways of a warrior– it was like a childhood dream come true to her. Even though she was a complete failure during her time as a trainee, he pursued and desired her all the time.

Today was the day that finally marked their transition into the threshold of adulthood. In a while, they would also find their fated mates. They would soon find someone to share their lives with. As a general rule, the instant a werewolf reaches the age of eighteen, he or she is guaranteed a mate for the rest of their life.

Although it was almost eleven in the morning, she was unable to detect the scent of her fated mate. Lucian had reassured her that he would come through for her and urged her not to be concerned because he himself hadn't found his yet. Despite her best efforts, she was unable to control her panic. If it was him, she would have caught his scent the moment she laid eyes on him here today.

What would I do if it isn't him? she thought and quietly sighed.

Chelsea had always envisioned herself as his wife. In her mind, nobody else, she reasoned, could understand and appreciate her the way that Lucien did. While she pondered hard, Lucian had finished undressing and began to kiss her on the bare shoulder. She trembled with joy as her spine tingled with excitement. Lucian, not just anyone, would be the one to snatch her virginity that she had saved all these years.

Having positioned himself between her legs, he asked, "Are you ready, sweetheart?"

She gave a cautious nod before closing her eyes and bracing herself to experience the severity of his presence deep within her core. At that very precise moment, a distant odor rushed into her perception. When Chelsea smelled what she thought was Lucien's signature aroma, she couldn't help but break into a wide grin.

However, when she clung to his body and attempted to draw in his scent, she came up empty. His body was devoid of any fragrance. She felt the fire in her body give way to a growing sense of unease as Lucian's manhood inched its way down between her legs.

Before he could enter her, Chelsea let out a sharp gasp as a chilly voice echoed throughout the room.

"Having fun?"

That was not Lucian. It was not his voice. Chelsea was foreign to the voice that she heard just now. The man's tone lacked any trace of warmth, compassion, or emotion of any kind; it was icy and unfeeling throughout its entirety. Chelsea froze. The next instant, Lucien launched himself away from her body, and she momentarily opened both of her eyes.

What the **** is going on? she wondered.

Her thoughts began to get jumbled as she observed how Lucien's face had become devoid of colors. When she could not help but feel a growing sense of curiosity, she covered them with a blanket and turned in the direction of Lucian's terrified stare.

As soon as she laid eyes on those eyes, which were a bluish-gray color and clouded over with malice, her heart began to pound in her ******.

Chelsea had seen him once or twice at most. All she knew was it was impossible for anyone, no matter how hard they tried, to ever forget the exquisite appearance of his face.

The Alpha of Crescent Pack, Prince of Frost Falls, Alastair Callisto.

He was the only son of Queen Vanessa Callisto, the Luna of Crescent pack who ruled the entire Kingdom of Peril–formed with two states—Frost Falls & Flame Falls.

However, whoever encountered these exemplary people would likely concur that they were the most horrible beings to ever roam this planet. And, among these people, Alastair was the worst, however, they would never deny that this Prince was the most attractive creature that has ever been. The women in particular were so smitten with him.

And now that she'd seen him up close, Chelsea couldn't agree more, and she also couldn't blame the women for their hunger. He was simply too good to be true.

His shiny dark hair, which covered his forehead to a small extent, framed his pale, chiseled face so impeccably. His features were clearly defined. Even though he had a lean body, the combination of his broad shoulders and his trim waist made him appear to be in a league of his own.

"I stink because of you, Alpha Lucian," the prince whined as he sniffed his white shirt.

As soon as he realized the danger, Lucian ducked his head. "Your highness, please accept my sincere apologies; I was unaware of your presence."

There was no one else on earth that could compare in terms of how terrifying the Alpha Prince was. He slaughtered people with the same lack of reflection that one might give to killing an ant.

The prince yawned and then cast an empty look Chelsea's way before frowning at Lucian. "I smelled you on my mate." The odor of treachery was the thing that he hated more than anything else on this planet.

"Mate?" In a state of extreme bewilderment, Lucian turned his attention to the woman sitting on the bed next to him. Suddenly, the penny dropped, and his eyes widened in shock. "You...?"

Chelsea began to shake her head, but right at that moment, a hint of a heavenly aroma penetrated her nasal passages. It was acrid, overpowering, and tinged with cinnamon all throughout. It was the ideal balance of sweetness and warmth, with just a touch of spiciness to round it off.

Fear began to fill her chest, and she experienced feelings of numbness, chills, and the edge of tears.

She muttered an expletive under her breath before shaking her head, "Shit... no, hell no." As possibilities of it rushed throughout her mind, she wiped her tears away and yelled, "That's impossible!"

There was no way in tarnation that Alastair was her mate. Everyone in the village was well aware of the fact that he was only interested in women with perfect faces and bodies. Chelsea possessed neither of those attributes in any way. Above that, Alastair was a Prince, and she was a mere peasant for him.

"Five minutes. Put on some clothes and step outside " He issued a command in a harsh tone before storming out of the room and slamming the door behind him.

Lucian complied immediately and swiftly put on his clothes. As Chelsea sat there in silence, dumbfounded by his stupidity, he did not speak a word to her. He'd never acted in such a way before. She had always admired his courage and candor.

Chelsea shook herself out of her daze and hurriedly dressed, thinking, "Well... maybe he's just terrified by the prince."

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