Chapter 4: My wolfless mate…

Earlier that evening…

Ramsey

I sat in the back seat of the car, staring out of the window with a bored expression. The city lights blurred past and the muted hum of traffic filled the silence. I loosened my tie, dreading yet another event I didn’t want to attend.

Werewolf galas, paring ceremonies, and these absurd gatherings were nothing more than charades – a parade of insincerity wrapped in fine clothing and forced smiles.

I’ve always hated these events. As the Lycan leader, my presence was often demanded and that was one of the things I hated about my position. I hated how everyone would become desperate, vying for my attention, eager to impress me, with fake smiles, and fake handshakes and then the compliments annoyed me as well.

Although I was the most powerful man in my world, the leader of all werewolves and Lycans, the title brings power as well as isolation. To me, our world was filled with a lot of pretences starting from the fake moon goddess who doesn’t care about anyone, never lifts her finger to help her children and the overrated stupid, mate bond.

I leaned back and sighed, running a hand through my dark hair. “Another night wasted,” I muttered under my breath, already counting the minutes until I could leave.

As the car pulled up in front of the grand ballroom, I glanced at the large building with distaste. The bright lights and red carpets were nothing more than a façade, a mask hiding the true nature of those within. I felt the familiar surge of irritation. I didn’t belong here -not with these people and not with their shallow traditions.

The door opened and my grandfather, Eldric stepped out of the car with the energy of a man half his age. His eyes were still sharp and commanding and they were currently glaring at me who hadn’t bothered to make a move out of the car.

coming with me to the gala because he was convinced I wouldn’t show up

voice filled with annoyance as I finally exited the vehicle. “I’ve got more important, pressing issues on my table than stand around while everyone tries to kiss my

sour mood. “As long as you’re the Lycan Leader, you have responsibilities,

rolled my eyes. “Tradition my foot,” I scoffed. “You know damn well I don’t care about that. I’m not some lovesick puppy waiting for my fated mate. And I don’t need you commanding me around like

find your mate, you’re not complete as a leader. You should be ashamed to call yourself one. I was already married when I was your age,” he huffed. “This is not a command – it’s a duty and you must fulfil it. Now, go in. I’ll be waiting for

retort. There was no winning with him when he got like this. Without another word, I turned on my heel and

the room fell silent. Heads turned, and whispers rippled through the crowd until I could feel the weight of every gaze on me. I hated it. The constant scrutiny, the veiled

the room, hoping to avoid any unnecessary interaction. But it wasn’t long before a stream of young alphas and betas approached me. I endured the endless greetings and mechanical conversations with a polite but distant smile. I

routine – a show-up, I had to endure and leave as soon as decently possible. I was already planning my exit when something

colognes of the gala, drawing my attention like a moth to a flame. I stiffened, my senses sharpening as I scanned the room. My wolf stirred inside

Then I saw her.

back, her cheeks flushed and eyes wild. She looked out of place in the polished crowd, her aura paled in comparison to the poised and composed werewomen surrounding her. Her long hair fell in dishevelled waves and her dress clung to her as if she’d just run a marathon. It was a baby pink that reminded me of a homeless Omega that

her appearance that caught my attention. It was the undeniable scent of her heat, radiating off her in waves, filling the air. People around her had their noses wrinkled in disgust – I should be disgusted too but my wolf growled instead, running around in happy circles as it echoed the one word I’d dreaded and run away from for most of

MATE!!!

to blur. The noise of the gala faded and all I could hear was the pounding of my heart, quickening with every breath I took. The

to reality. I watched as a

can’t she control her pheromones? How pathetic!”

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