Calista- Double Mated
1342 Words
The moment I was caught, I knew I was done for. But nothing could prepare me for the outburst from the man with the delightful scent of cedar wood. A wave of mixed feelings washed over me at once.
He sees me!
Ever since I can remember, everyone at the Red Claw Pack treats me like a non existent piece of garbage they’d rather not acknowledge. So intense, I thought I was born with a curse of a contagious disease. But he stood up for me.
Wait, he said mate?
The realization of his declaration slams hard into me that I almost stagger. And I am not the only one. The merry chatter of the hall had died down and I could literally hear the sound of a pin drop. Every gaze is fixated at us, rather uncomfortably.
“What?” The word echoes softly from my throat but booms loudly from Alpha Ethan.
Alpha Ethan jerks his hand free and straightens the sleeve of his tuxedo. His eyes are fuming, flashing red but this time his anger is not on me. Yet, in the midst of the furious storm on his face, I see the hesitant confusion.
“Alpha Conan, what is this?” He asks him, now squaring him to the man with the circular glasses..
Alpha Conan?
My eyes flash with recognition of the man wearing the round spectacles and his loose strands of black hair all over his face. Even though I am forbidden to step outside the mansion which constrained my outside knowledge, I do know about him.
Alpha Conan is the young, promising and powerful Alpha of the NightHowl pack. Like myself, he is an offspring of war and he had been groomed into the role of Alpha from a young age. And under his leadership, his pack has grown to rival even Red Claw in power and prestige.
And he’s facing Alpha Ethan because of me.
Nobody asked you to, Alpha Conan. You’re just going to make things worse for me.
“I said, you do not lay a hand on my mate.” Alpha Conan says, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses frame.
He steps to my side and the two Alphas engage in an intense glaring contest. The tension building up between the two of them has died out the cheery air around. And with each passing moment, I feel like I’d crumble down because of my shaky legs.
“Alpha Conan.” Alpha Ethan inhaled, unwavering in his glare. “This must be some mistake. Your mate… is not her. She is… nobody.” He declares.
“Then you would not have any problem with me claiming her.” He maintains.
“You can’t.” Alpha Ethan lets out a low growl.
“I surely can.” Alpha Conan growled back.
At this point. I know I have to say something. I am thrilled that Conan sees me, yet filled with dread since I live under Alpha Ethan. With the tension building up, an altercation may happen and I can’t be the cause of it or I’m going to be in pickles.
“I’m sorry, Alpha Ethan.” I say, picking my words slowly to mask my panic even though my muscles are constricting with tension and pressure.
I turn to Alpha Conan now, with a low bow.
“I am sorry, Alpha Conan, I can’t be your mate. I don’t even have my wolf.” I say and grit my teeth.
But just as I do, he locks eyes at him and a new feeling overwhelms me. In his deepest black eyes, I see a desire for me, burning. Just then, I feel that same surge of familiarity and desire shoot through me, edging me towards him. As if we were two sides of a magnet attracted.
My lips slowly part as confusion glazes my dilating pupils.
I don’t have a wolf— there is no way I can have a mate. Plus I am a nobody. Alphas are known to mate with people of renown.
That is werewolf 101, yet, why do I feel this way? Like he’s a missing part of me… the flesh of my flesh!
“That’s right.” Alpha Ethan breaks my thoughts. “She doesn’t have a wolf. She can’t have a mate.”
Conan turns to me with a quizzical smile, after which he nods.
“I can’t sense your wolf. It is strange.” He slurs. “Almost as if it is sealed within you.”
“That mystery can be solved later.” Alpha Ethan booms out again. “I understand that this has been on a wrong foot for all of us, but let’s not forget, Alphas mate with people of renown. And she is a nobody.”
As soon as he declares, murmurs begin to break out in the hall again. I hear them, the deliberations of who I am, my heritage and background. Being the object of their debasing gazes and conversations breaks my heart in several pieces. I know I am a nobody but — do they have to do this?
At this point, even Alpha Conan appears confused. His gaze washes over me right before he turns to Alpha Ethan with a frown.
“Times are changing. The moon goddess does not make a mistake.” Conan says resolutely.
“You may be right but it cannot be her. Perhaps, you’re mistaken.” Alpha Ethan says as he moves to me before he picks a wine glass and a diner knife from the table.
Graciously tapping the knife against the wine glass, he gains the attention of everyone in a flash.
“People of Red Claw and Invited guests, let’s not forget what Coming of Age ceremonies are for because of this minor misunderstanding.” He pauses, letting the words sink in. “We meet to wine and find our mates. But sometimes, mate bonds get mixed up and unpredictable things happen.”
At this, Alpha Conan stares at me but he has a more determined look on. It is as if he knows without a doubt I am his mate but wonders why I do not feel the same.
If he’s so sure, he must know something I don’t. Could we really be mates? I mean, I felt so connected to him. But that’s impossible.
No wolf, no mate. I was only attracted to him because he’s handsome. Any woman would kill to have him.
That has to be why, not because of a mate bond. Maybe Alpha Ethan is right. This has to be a mistake.
“Please, dine and wine with us, at Red Claw and after our desires and haste to get mated has been relaxed, with a clearer head the moon goddess may help find our mates better. Enjoy the dinner, Alpha Conan, with me.” Alpha Ethan says those last words gently nodding to Conan.
The merry talk slowly begins to build up and I feel pressure lifted off my chest now. Alpha Ethan drops the glass and cutlery after which he walks away to socialize. Seeing that I’m off the hook, I sigh out in relief as people take their eyes off me only to see Alpha Conan staring at me still.
“How can you not feel the mate bond, miss…” He taps my shoulder, his eyes searchingly staring into mine.
“Calista.” I say.
“It doesn’t matter what anyone says. You are mine.” He declares softly and my legs buckle at the same time a sense of danger washes over me from behind.
“Hey!” Someone thunders from behind me.
As I turn to see, scared that it could be Mary again, a suited arm in black, dashes past me. With uncanny precision, the wind of its momentum grazes my face as it slaps off Alpha Conan’s hand on my shoulder.
“Get the hell away from my Mate!” The owner of the arm, a black suited tuxedo male growls.
Wait, what?
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