Page 7 of My Fated Mate

Breathing heavily, I exchange a triumphant grin with Finn, our victory hard-won but well-deserved.

Not bad for a day's run,I think, feeling a surge of pride in being able to defend myself.

“Well, that was epic,” Finn sighs, shaking his head as we walk back into the pack territory. His eyes sparkle with excitement, and I can't help but grin at his enthusiasm.

I nudge him playfully with my shoulder. "Oh, come on, Finn. Admit it—you had fun," I tease, giving him a playful wink.

Finn rolls his eyes but chuckles softly, "Yeah, yeah, I guess it wasn't too bad. But don't let it go to your head, Elowen. We both know who the real hero of the day was."

I pretend to be offended. "Excuse me? I'll have you know that I single-handedly took down that bear shifter. You were just lucky to have me by your side."

Finn laughs, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Alright, alright, you win. You're the hero of the day, Elowen. Happy now?"

I grin triumphantly, but before I can respond, we're interrupted by the sound of music in the air. It's the signal for the gathering at the Alpha's Den—the perfect opportunity to celebrate our victory.

With a quick exchange of smiles, Finn and I head off to freshen up for the gathering. As I make my way back to my room, I pass by the packhouse meeting room and pause when I hear my father's voice sounding worried.

Curiosity piqued, I press my ear against the door and listen intently to the conversation inside.What's going on?My heart pounds as I strain to make out my father's words.

As I listen intently, the voices inside grow louder, and I can finally make out my father's deep, authoritative tone. "We need to consider all our options," he says gravely. "Dark Moon's attacks are growing more frequent and more brutal. We can't afford to wait any longer."

There's a murmur of agreement from the elders gathered around the table. "But what can we do, Alpha?" one of them asks, his voice filled with uncertainty. "We're no match for Dark Moon. We need allies if we're going to stand a chance."

My father's tone takes on a steely edge. "I know that, Elder Marcus. Which is why I propose we seek out an alliance with a strong pack—one that can match Dark Moon's strength and numbers."

There's a pause as the elders digest my father's words, and then another voice speaks up, this one belonging to Elder Sophia. "And how do you propose we secure this alliance, Alpha? We can't just waltz into another pack's territory and demand their help."

My father's jaw tightens, but he remains resolute. "I suggest we offer a marriage pact. We have a valuable asset in Elowen, and her union with the Alpha of a strong pack could solidify our alliance and strengthen our position against Dark Moon."

Shock jolts through me at my father's words.Marriage?He can't be serious.

"But what about Elowen's wishes?" another elder interjects. "We can't force her into a marriage she doesn't want."

My father's voice hardens. "Elowen's wishes are secondary to the survival of our pack. She understands the stakes, and she will do what needs to be done for the greater good."

I swallow hard, my heart sinking at my father's words.He's right,I think bitterly.This might be the only way to save our pack. But that doesn't mean I have to like it.

As the conversation continues inside, I quietly slip away from the door, my mind reeling with the weight of my father's decision.

This is going to change everything,I realize with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

At the Alpha's den gathering, the mood is lively and festive as werewolves from all corners of the territory come together to celebrate and socialize.

The den is adorned with colorful banners and flickering torches, casting a warm glow over the gathered pack members.

Music fills the air, the beat pulsing through the crowd as werewolves dance and mingle under the starlit sky.

There's a makeshift dance floor set up in the center of the den, and couples twirl and spin to the rhythm, their laughter echoing through the night.

Meanwhile, delicious scents waft from the food tables, where pack members feast on an abundance of savory dishes and sweet treats. Grilled meats sizzle on the barbecue while trays of freshly baked desserts tempt even the most disciplined of werewolves.

Games and contests are also in full swing, providing entertainment for pack members of all ages.

A friendly arm-wrestling competition is going on in one corner, while in another, werewolves test their strength and agility in a series of obstacle courses.

I usually like all these fun things, but my mind is focused on my father’s words. How am I supposed to marry a complete stranger?

“Where’s your mind, Elowen?” Finn frowns staring at me as if he’s trying to reach into my soul.

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