Jayce
Nothing prepared me for the scene I was witnessing in this parking lot: "Blondy" in a flood of tears, trying to revive the imbecile Alpha who had been knocked out by the last words of rejection from his true mate.
Beyond that, my Luna, unconscious, her long brown hair flowing on the cold ground. I can feel her faint heartbeat; she is beautiful, small, delicate, yet her Luna aura is strong even after the pain of rejection. I take her in my arms, and "Blondy" keeps screaming for help. I ignore her. I want nothing to do with these scoundrels; I offer a prayer to the Moon Goddess that they receive their just deserts and pay for their misdeeds.
I head to a safe house. Alpha authorized me to act and help this deceived and wounded Luna; my wolf has claimed her as his Luna to protect. My Gamma essence is at its peak; nothing will touch her under my watch. They are going to attempt to take her life, as they didn't have the chance to give the Alpha command for her to forget the rejection and all the information they gave her, when they thought this act would have no effect on the mongrel. Sabina, a wolf from my pack who is specializing in psychiatry in this city, is waiting for us. She can help with some of the psychological sequelae and any physical injuries she might have, although none are evident so far. I have authorization to use the pack's medical resources available in the city.
Alpha is making preparations for the pack's elder council to grant permission to host her, in addition to requesting the assistance of a sorceress. A pregnancy in an unmarked female, especially a human, has never been recorded, which is something to investigate, as is her Luna aura. In time, and if she wishes, after that mongrel dog swears in as Alpha of his pack, she can denounce him. With the evidence I've collected, it's certain that the Alpha council will not only disqualify him as an Alpha King candidate but also strip him of his pack leadership. If he has no younger siblings, the future leader of the pack could be my Luna. That would be the definition of poetic justice.
I am a faithful believer in the sanctity of the mate bond; the Moon Goddess is never wrong. I have waited for my mate for the last five years, and the day I find her will be the happiest of my life. Like all unmatched elite wolves, I must attend the dances scheduled for the children of ruling families to find their mates at different regional packs each full moon. Unmatched wolves over twenty within the packs attend the dance when they are hosts, regardless of their rank. Only high-ranking wolves are invited to other packs.
Not all wolves wait for their destined mate; I respect that personal decision. But I've seen how it complicates things: jealousy from wolves left behind by true mates, tears, spite. That's why I've never gotten involved with any female wolf; I wait for my mate, free from problems and past entanglements that could disturb our bond. I don't understand people like "Blondy" and the mongrel, who despise and dismiss the Goddess's perfect gift, to the point of wanting to deceive themselves and the entire world.
We finally arrived at the penthouse. During the journey, Isla was quite calm in the back of the car, covered with a blanket, her breathing slow but steady. I lifted her with the utmost gentleness I am capable of, cradling her against my chest, heading towards the elevator. How is it possible for someone to hurt their other half like this?