Page 11 of My Fated Mate

As our eyes lock, I feel it.

The mate bond.

The bond forms—a magnetic force that draws us together.

My breath catches as she starts to approach. An undeniable pull tugs at my very core—a captivating force in the moonlight

Confusion dances in her eyes. We both seem to struggle to reconcile the inexplicable connection that binds us. How can she be my mate? There's no mark on her skin.

Yet, the resonance between us speaks louder than any physical mark. Her proximity sparks a magnetic current, drawing me closer with an irresistible tug. The air around us crackles, and the chaos seems to fade into the background.

I’m vaguely aware of her wolves mingling with my pack, tending to our injured. But questions swirl in my mind. Is she the chosen one, the Fated mate destined to bring change to our pack?

The moonlight casts a gentle glow on her, and I see no mark, no overt sign of destiny. But the mate bond, invisible yet undeniable, reveals a truth beyond what can be seen.

I stand there, breath held, as she walks toward me.

God, she’s so beautiful—and so familiar.

She halts before me, a magnetic presence in the moonlit clearing, and the intensity in her gaze sends a shiver down my spine. The mate pull tightens, demanding a restraint I've never felt before. Her hungry eyes mirror my need.

My hands fist by my side. Anything to keep from reaching for her.

Her eyes trail down my chest, lingering on the gruesome wound I earned in battle. The realization of my vulnerability hits me sharply.

"You're wounded," She states in a low, sultry sound that cuts through the night. "You need to see a healer."

The command is firm and delivered with a sensuality that further confounds my senses. The enigma of the mate bond, the undeniable connection, pulses between us as I grapple with the conflicting currents of desire and duty.

“I’m fine,” I grunt.

She raises her brow. “You look like you’re going to faint.”

“I said I’m fine. We’ll be leaving now. Thanks for your help.”

She looks around. “You can leave if you insist. I’ll bring the others into my pack for the healer.”

“I’m the Alpha,” I growl, eyes flashing. “They go nowhere without me.”

She scoffs and wraps her arms across her chest, pushing soft breasts toward me.

My mouth waters.

“If you’re the Alpha, then you should be concerned about your soldier’s wellbeing.”

I growl at her—feisty, no-nonsense female.

She’s definitely mine.

Chapter 4

ELOWEN

Who exactly is this man?

Why can’t I take my eyes off him? And why is my heart pounding in my chest?

I stand by the door of our healer's hut, watching as one of our healers attends to the Alpha and his pack.

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