I could feel my heart beating wildly in my chest. I do not know much about how mates are together or how the act happens, but I do know this is how children are made and how a mate is marked. My mother spoke of ‘mating’ fleetingly before I left for the party, only saying that it must be done with an Alpha’s son and no one else. She made it sound like work to be done, a duty to uphold, but when I hear the omegas speak about it, they blush and flutter their eyes, hands to their chest and teeth biting their lips. The whispers about it are full of giggles as they grabbed the bottom of their skirts and fanned themselves.
‘It’s the best feeling in the world.’ A flustered girl once told me as she came back late from visiting her mate one evening with her hair messy, her lipstick smeared and her
