The Ultimate Alpha’s Disgraced Mate

Forbidden love

Mira

“What did you say?” He asks, his expression so thunderous I pale.

“I... I know it’s not the right time but... I think I could be a very good Luna to you.” I stammer.

Being a gamma to such a powerful man is very difficult. He cares about me but will not tolerate me crossing my boundaries so I have to constantly watch myself around him.

With that fierce look fixed on me, I shiver and lose track of my words. I really wish I could have waited until I was sure he would accept my proposal but I smelled the woman on him. No female has ever left that much of a mark on him before, and he seems really affected by her. It is just my luck that she seems to have vanished, giving me a slim chance to regain control of the situation. I have the chance to finally breathe life into what I dared not before.

“I heard you perfectly. I just never imagined in a thousand lives that you would dare to suggest like that.”

My heart sinks, along with the rest of my tattered hope. He does not love me that way, if he did he would be ecstatic at making me his Luna. Am I the only one that bears this curse then?

I place a hand on his arm, feeling the tense muscles bunch beneath my fingers.

“Alpha, I have been with you since we were little. I have watched you search for your mate for centuries.”

“Ages ago. I don’t need a mate anymore. And I do not have the patience or the time to cater to a woman.”

I flinch internally, feeling his words like bullets. But I can’t give up.

“I understand you as always, Alpha, which is why I will be the perfect Luna for you.”

Don’t you find me attractive? I want to ask him. I have full lips that many males would kill to kiss. Breasts that they would duel to fondle. Any of them would do anything for the right to touch my body. But none of them is Zaden.

My forbidden love for my gamma has survived centuries. The gamma bond is the most platonic bond in werewolf history. And yet the goddess was having a field day when my gamma turned out to be the man I wanted the most, and the one man that did not seem to care that I can f**k like a tigress.

He c***s his head and studies me with those midnight black eyes.

“How so?” Could he be considering it? My belly flips.

“The people already know me, as I am already part of the pack. I have also been filling in the role of the Luna for these past centuries. I understand what the pack needs and they have gotten used to seeing you and I together. And very importantly, you don’t have to worry about me dragging you down at all, not much will change from how we are now. What I’m saying is, I would be honoured to accept if you ask me to be your Luna.”

“You have been searching for your mate for as long as I have.”

Fuck him. He had better stay hiding wherever he has been hiding for centuries or I will castrate him. The only man I want is right here in front of me. I hunger to have him.

“Yes.” I lie. “And I have also grown weary. I think there’s a good reason why the both of us have not found our mates yet. Perhaps the goddess wants us together, I’m sure we can make it work.”

I’m practically begging him to make me his now but I will throw away all of my shame if it will get me him. I will do anything to make him mine.

...

Alpha Zaden

I stare at her earnest face as she makes the most unsavoury proposition I have ever heard.

She is right, she is the perfect candidate from a logical standpoint. As much as my pack fears me, they love her. I don’t care for a mate so Mira can take over her duties.

So why do I recoil from the suggestion?

Perhaps it is because I care for her like a little sister, and the thought of seeing her in any other light is revolting.

“No.” I say.

Her face falls, and she quickly covers it with a smile. I thought a part of her would be relieved with the rejection but instead, her eyes are filled with a funny emotion.

“I know you already said no... but can you try to take some more time to think about it?” She asks. “I’m sure you know this, but the pack needs a Luna.”

“My pack is doing perfectly well without a Luna.” I correct her.

That’s because of her, I realise. All these years, my pack has not lacked in any way for a Luna because she is always there, providing the support that a Luna would.

I should be happy that we’re finally legalising this and ensuring the stability of my pack, and yet I just rejected her, why?

A raven headed woman floats through my mind, her smile wicked as she peels off her shirt. Even now, in such an unpleasant moment, my c**k twitches. My refusal can’t be because of her, can it?

It is. I don’t hesitate because of some nostalgia for a mate or some equally foolish emotion, I’m hesitating because I’m thinking with my c**k instead of my head. It is unacceptable and the realisation quickly clears my mind.

There is no way I will put her in charge of my pack because of a good f**k. Once Duncan drags her to me, I will force her to undo whatever magic she has woven upon me. Either that, or she dies. I cannot afford to let my c**k think for me and my entire pack. Not now, with the enemies becoming so daring.

“The pack surely is doing well, but it will also benefit from having a Luna. You will too. Just... think about it, that’s all I ask.” Mira says.

“I’ll think about it.” I concede.

The sole reason I changed my mind is because of her. If this is what it’ll take to banish her from my mind completely, then I will do it. And the goddess help her when I finally get my hands on her. She shall receive no mercy for her audacity.