Surprise Mate Of The Cruel Alpha

Chapter 4

VERA’S POV

Fated Mate?

My world started spinning. I was taken aback, frozen in place and completely unable to process what I'd just heard. Kora had just told me that the man I’d come to the White Shadow Pack to kill—the same man I’d just stabbed—was my fated mate.

Fated mates seemed like something out of myth to me. Two wolves, a male and a female, were referred to as fated mates when they were destined to be together, their union blessed and arranged by the Moon Goddess herself.

Was that why I’d never been drawn to any of the men who came my way? Because I had yet to find my fated mate? Not all wolves had fated mates, it was rare.

“No, it… it can’t be. There must be a mistake. This man… D-Draven, he’s evil. He’s the person I hate most. I- I just stabbed him, so there’s no way any prophecy could bind me to him. There must be a misunderstanding,” I said, staring impassively at Kora.

She shook her head at me in pity, without saying a word. The look on her face made me think otherwise, as if she were serious about what she’d revealed. I had heard of fated mates and read the myths of the prophecy, but I had never seen two wolves who were truly fated to be mates.

Even if what seemed like a myth were going to come true, why would it be in my case? And why Alpha Draven, my worst enemy?

“You have no right to question the Goddess, do you?” Kora asked, her eyes narrowing at me as if I’d committed a crime by being confused. Then, suddenly, her gaze dropped to my chest, particularly on the spreading poison.

“The pain will grow, but you won’t die as quickly. In seven days, if you fail to save the Alpha, the poison will kill him, and you’ll go down with him the moment he takes his last breath. You must save Alpha Draven,” she said in a low tone, pointing at my chest.

Save the Alpha? The same man I’d come to kill? No way! I had watched his father’s wolves wipe out my pack, heard their screams, and been helpless to save anyone. They had killed Kora too, leaving only me as the sole survivor. How could she even suggest something like this to me?

I looked around, feeling lost and uncertain about what to say or believe. Kora shook her head, seeing my stubbornness.

“You can’t fight fate or go against the prophecy. At this point, you must save the Alpha, for he is your true mate,” she said. And before I could say another word, she vanished into thin air, leaving me gasping, leaning against a tree in the dark forest.

She hadn’t even told me how to save him from the poison. I knew I couldn’t let him die—not because I wanted him to live, but because I would die when he did. The thought of death terrified me, and I knew I’d have to comply with whatever she’d said.

I was confused and in pain, my heart pounding in fear of dying. I pulled out the blade, curiosity taking over. I couldn’t stop the thought in my mind, urging me to cut my palm. I was already poisoned, so another cut, especially on my palm, wouldn’t change anything.

I cut my palm with the blade, and in that instant, I heard a low, pain-filled groan from behind me. I turned in fear and froze when I saw him—Alpha Draven, trudging toward me, clutching his own palm at the exact spot I had cut mine.

“What are you?” he groaned, still moving toward me, clutching his bleeding chest, which was bare, revealing the spread of poison. He saw it now. His eyes moved from my bleeding palm to his own, which wasn’t bleeding but still throbbed with the pain of the injury I’d inflicted on my own palm with the blade.

“Th- The poison,” he said in a deep, low voice that showed his confusion.

He noticed the poison spreading across my chest as well, and his eyes narrowed at me in anger and horror. He had just realized whatever I did with the blade affected us both.

“What are you doing to me?!” he said in a low growl as he kept advancing. I shook my head, wanting to explain, but I was too shocked by everything, too shocked to open my mouth.

“You must be a witch!” he said, lunging forward to grab me. I was still in shock, and his movements took me by surprise. Before I could process it enough to run, he threw his hand towards me and it hit me in the face, and I fell flat. My heart raced as I tried to escape, but the impact was too much for me to bear as pain shot through my entire frame.

My eyes began to close slowly from the pain, darkness engulfing me. I wasn’t a witch. The blade affected us because our hearts were bound.

“I found her, I found the girl. Take her to the dungeon!” Alpha Draven called out to the guards who had lost track of me earlier. That was the last thing I heard before drifting into unconsciousness.