Mated To Rival Kings

Raven's POV

I was currently trimming the flowers and overgrown plants in my assigned portion of the pack's garden, a job that felt like it would never end.

I stopped for a moment, letting the heavy metal shears hang by my side. I used the back of my hand to wipe my forehead, but it didn't do much good. I felt gross, tired, and hungry, but in the Inker Pack, Omegas didn't get to complain until the job was done.

"Raven!"

The loud shout came from right behind me. I jumped, nearly dropping the shears on my toes, and turned around frightfully. My heart was thumping hard against my ribs.

Oh goddess.

It was Miss Freya.

She was the person in charge of all the household responsibilities, which basically meant she was the boss of everyone who didn't have a high rank. She was standing there with her arms crossed over her chest, giving me a terribly disapproving glare.

"Why aren't you doing what you are supposed to do?" she asked with a deep scowl.

I stared at her for a second, trying to find my voice. Was she serious? I had been hard at work for hours, my back aching and my hands blistering, right up until she showed up like an evil witch.

But I quickly picked up the shears again, the heavy metal feeling like lead in my hands. I would hate to be excluded from dinner tonight because she reported me for slacking off. Missing a meal was common punishment for people like me.

"I am working hard, Miss Freya," I replied. I forced myself to smile sweetly at her, even though I was screaming on the inside.

"You better be," she grumbled. She didn't look convinced. She stood there for another minute, watching me snip at a stray branch, before finally stalking off toward the main pack house.

I sighed in relief, my shoulders finally dropping. At least she didn't shout half as much as her usual routine. Miss Freya was the type of person whose eyes were everywhere, always watching the domestic workers and waiting for us to make a mistake.

I wasn't a servant by any means but being an Omega meant that the least desirable responsibilities were passed onto me. I didn't have a choice but to do them. I had no family or support here at the Inker Pack to protect me.

I was found abandoned as a baby in one of the human towns nearby. When the humans realized I was a werewolf, they didn't know what to do with me, so they brought me here.

I was cared for by the pack nannies until I outgrew the nursery. Once I was old enough to walk and talk, I had to start pulling my own weight. It also didn't help that I was a late bloomer. I only shifted for the first time three years ago, when I was eighteen. That was the day I officially presented as an Omega.

I sighed again, looking at the piles of leaves at my feet. I decided to finish up here fast. I knew I still had a mountain of laundry and floor-scrubbing waiting for me inside the pack house.

I looked over and spotted Diane working a few yards away. She was another Omega and probably the only person in this pack I could call a real friend. She was gesturing toward me, waving her hand for me to come over. I held up a finger, signaling for her to hold on for just a minute. I attacked the last few weeds with a burst of energy, gathered them into a pile, and then walked over to her, breathing heavily.

Diane had also just finished her section. We both collapsed onto a small patch of grass that was actually in the shade. It felt like heaven.

"Look at how hard you are breathing," Diane said, leaning back on her elbows and eyeing me. "You have done this practically all your life, Raven. You should be used to hard labor by now."

I wiped my face with the hem of my shirt, not caring how unladylike it looked. "Nah. Labor is something I could never get used to. It doesn't get any easier. And I mean, have you seen me?" I raised an eyebrow at her, gesturing to my thin frame.

Diane laughed and poked at my upper arm in jest. "Yeah, you're right. No muscles here. It's a miracle you've survived this long in a place like this."

It was true. Being a runt in a werewolf pack is a bad place to be. The chances of survival are usually low so only the Moon Goddess knows why I've made it to twenty-one without getting kicked out or worse.

Diane's expression suddenly changed. She leaned in closer, her eyes darting around to make sure Miss Freya wasn't lurking nearby. She looked like she had a juicy secret.

"Did you hear about the Peace Summit that's coming up?" she whispered conspiratorially. "I heard the women in the kitchen talking about it this morning. They said it's in three weeks."

"The Peace Summit?" I asked, feeling a bit confused. Then, the gears in my head started turning until it clicked.

The Peace Summit was a big deal. It was a meeting between the North and South where both Kings came together on neutral lands to rekindle friendly relations. This meeting happens once every seventy years which makes it so easy to forget since most people only experience it once in their entire lifetime.

I nodded toward Diane. "Yes, I know what it is. I just didn't realize it was that close."

"I really hope I'm one of the ones chosen to go and serve at the meeting," Diane gushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I want to see something other than these walls. I want to broaden my horizons. And who knows? Maybe my mate will be there. Imagine he is a high-ranking wolf from another territory."

I rolled my eyes at her. "You're such a romantic, Diane. All the best with that hope."

I didn't share her excitement. To me, the Summit just sounded like more work, that is, more tables to clear and more floors to polish, just for people who were even more powerful and mean than our own Alpha.

Suddenly, there was a flurry of activity. People were scrambling, dropping their tools, and trying to look proper. I saw other workers smoothing their hair and Omegas bowing their heads. Diane and I looked at each other, confused, before standing up and smoothing out our dirty skirts.

I could hear some other girls whispering in a group behind me.

"He's back! The Alpha's son is finally back!" one of them squealed.

Gary. That was the Alpha's son. He had left the pack four years ago to go study and travel. He was finally home.

"Good for him," I thought bitterly. It must be nice to have the world handed to you on a silver platter. Gary got to go to the best schools and see the world, while we were stuck here being taught by mediocre teachers. Honestly, I had spent so much time hiding in the pack library that I probably knew more than the people who were supposed to be teaching me. They had almost nothing left to show me, yet I was the one pulling weeds while Gary was the one with the degree.

I expected to continue to feel nothing but annoyance, but then something strange happened.

My wolf, Eva, had been silent all morning, probably napping in the back of my mind to avoid the heat. But suddenly, she roused. She perked up to total attention, her ears forward and her paws pacing.

I looked around worriedly, wondering what had startled her. Was there a threat? Was someone about to snap at us? I didn't have to wonder for long.

In my next breath, a scent hit me.

Grapes and olives.

It was a weird combination, a smell I had never paid much attention to in the past. But right now? It smelled like the most heavenly thing I had ever encountered. It was sweet, earthy, and rich. I never knew grapes could smell so intoxicating. My head felt a little light and my heart began to race uncontrollably.

I scouted the area, my eyes searching for the source of that scent. And then I saw him.

A man was walking across the pack grounds, surrounded by the Alpha's inner circle. He was taller than I remembered, broader, and he moved with a confidence that made everyone else look small. He was walking toward the pack house like a dream, the sun catching the gold in his hair.

Eva growled one single word in my head: Mate.

Raven's POV

WTF?

That was the only thought running through my head. Mate? I stood there, frozen, as the world seemed to slow down around me. I reached inward, my mind racing. Eva, are you sure? I asked, my voice trembling.

I could practically feel Eva rolling her eyes at me. She gave a huff of annoyance, as if to say, Really, Raven? After all this time, you're going to doubt your own nose? I knew she was right. I could feel the pull in my chest tightening with every step he took toward the pack house. But I didn't know how to take it.

I felt a rush of heat in my cheeks, a mix of terror and a tiny, sheepish spark of hope. Why would the Moon Goddess do this to me? Gary was the Alpha's son. He was destined to lead this pack before the end of the year. He was like royalty, and I was just one of the Omegas.

Still, I couldn't help it. I stared at him, taking in his strong jaw and the way he carried himself. Suddenly, his eyes began to sweep over the yard. My heart nearly jumped out of my throat, and I quickly ducked behind a tall shrub.

Why am I hiding? I scolded myself.

I realized then that the wind was blowing in my direction. The cool breeze was carrying his scent straight to me, but it wasn't carrying my scent to him yet. I wondered what I would smell like to him. Would he like it? Then I caught myself. Raven, stop it, I thought. An hour ago, you didn't even care about finding a mate. Don't start acting like a lovesick puppy now.

Gary was at the heavy front doors of the pack house now, but suddenly, he stopped. He looked confused for a second, his head tilting to the side. Then, his eyes flashed a brilliant, piercing green-the color of his wolf. His nose went up, sniffing the air, and he started looking around like he was searching for a hidden treasure.

I'm right here, dear mate, I thought, a small, nervous giggle bubbling up in my mind. Up close, he was even more handsome and well-built than I remembered. He looked like he could take on the world.

He started walking, heading straight for the garden. His future Beta, Larry, was following close behind him. I gasped and quickly lowered my head, my hair falling over my face like a curtain.

"Raven, look!" Diane whispered harshly beside me. Her voice was shaking. "The Alpha's son is coming right toward us. Oh goddess, are we in trouble? Did we do something wrong?"

I just shrugged my shoulders, unable to find my words. In mere moments, the sun was blocked out by a shadow. I looked at the grass near my feet, seeing two pairs of expensive boots. I slowly lifted my head.

Gary was standing right in front of me. For a second, he just stared. His eyes were wide, and he looked like he was in total awe, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. My heart soared. Maybe, just maybe, the bond was stronger than rank.

But then, the spell broke. His face twisted, turning from awe into absolute repulsion. It was like he had just realized he was looking at a piece of trash.

"An Omega?" he spat. The word sounded like a curse.

I looked up at him, my mouth opening to say something, anything, but he snapped before I could get a word out.

"Lower your eyes when you address me!" he barked.

I flinched and immediately looked back at the dirt. "Yes, sir," I said quietly. My voice was small and shaky. I could feel the tears already stinging the backs of my eyes, but I told myself to be strong. I wouldn't cry in front of the crowd that was already starting to gather. Everyone was watching us now. Even Alpha Hilton had come out of the pack house to see what the commotion was about.

"When did you have your first shift?" Gary asked. His voice was cold, like he was interviewing a criminal.

Yeah, go ahead and air my dirty laundry, I thought bitterly. But I answered him. "Three years ago, sir."

"And who are your parents?"

"I don't know," I whispered.

Gary let out an incredulous laugh, looking over at Larry. It was like he thought this was a cruel joke played by the heavens. "You have no social standing, you shifted way too late, and you're a lowly Omega," he said, more to himself than to me.

Larry didn't help. He just stood there with a smug look on his face, shaking his head in disgust.

"This is an absolute embarrassment," Gary said loudly, making sure the whole pack could hear him. "My Luna is supposed to be strong, beautiful, and of a respectable status. I need a woman who can lead beside me, not... this"

I wanted to tell him that I could be whatever he needed. I wanted to tell him I was smart and hard-working. But he held up a hand, his eyes steeled and hard as flint.

"What is your name?" he demanded.

My lips started to wobble. In the back of my mind, Eva began to howl a long, mournful sound that made my chest ache. I knew what was coming. I knew he wanted my name so he could say the words that would break me.

"Raven Crowley," I answered.

Gary took a step back, standing tall so everyone could see his authority. "I, Gary Inker, reject you, Raven Crowley, as my mate and Luna. This decision I make willfully and of a sound mind."

A collective gasp went up from the crowd. Beside me, I heard Diane whisper a shocked, "What?"

I let out a long, resigned sigh. I had always known deep down that this would happen. Why did I let myself be hopeful even for a second?

Then, the pain hit. It was a mind-numbing ripple that tore through my soul and my wolf. Eva whined painfully, a sound of irredeemable loss that made me feel like I was being physically ripped apart. My heart ached so badly that I felt breathless, but I gripped my skirt tightly. I refused to crumble to the ground. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

I looked toward Alpha Hilton. He was the man who had taken me in when I was an abandoned baby, despite my unknown origins. He had always been decent to me. But to my crushing disappointment, he just stood there. He stared at me with a look that said this was just the way things had to be. I guess I was good enough to be a pack member, but never a Luna.

I cleared my throat and looked Gary in the eye. My voice was firm. "I, Raven Crowley, accept your rejection, Gary Inker. This decision I make willfully and of a sound mind."

Gary looked shocked. He actually looked annoyed probably because I hadn't fallen to my knees and begged him to keep me. He huffed, looking offended that I had matched his resolve, and then he turned on his heel and walked off.

"Everyone back to your posts!" Miss Freya shouted, her voice cutting through the silence. "The show is over! Get back to work!"

The crowd scattered, though I could feel plenty of eyes lingering on my back. Diane and I sat back down in our previous spot. She was quiet for a long time, just watching me.

"Are you okay?" she finally asked softly.

I nodded, staring at a patch of clover. "I will be." I tried to force a small smile. "That's what happens when you get too hopeful, I guess. Not to dash your own hopes, though."

We both let out a sad, hollow laugh. We got up and finished our work in silence, the weight of the rejection hanging over me like a dark cloud. When night finally came, I went to the dining hall to get my dinner. I could barely taste the food, but I forced myself to eat every bite. I knew I needed the strength to survive this life.

Eva had been silent since the garden. Hey, I whispered to her.

Hey, she replied, her voice sounding tired.

How are you holding up?

Bad, Eva admitted. But I know there's a reason this happened. The Goddess wouldn't just hurt us for no reason. I won't be upset forever.

I smiled a little. That's the spirit.

I want to go for a run, Eva said suddenly.

I looked out the window. It was already dark, and I didn't know if the guards would let me out, but I told her I'd try. I finished my meal and walked across the large compound toward the gate.

The Inker Pack territory was impressive. The main house could hold sixty people, and there were dozens of smaller houses for families. We had an infirmary, a farm, and a garden, all surrounded by a massive fence. Beyond that fence were miles and miles of woods.

I reached the gate and saw a guard with a friendly, familiar face. "I want to go for a run for a while," I told him.

He smiled at me, a bit of pity in his eyes. He must have heard what happened. "Sure, Raven. Just stay safe out there." He opened the small side gate for me, and I stepped out into the cool night air.

It was so peaceful out here. The silence of the forest felt comforting. I went behind a large oak tree and took off my clothes, folding them neatly so I could find them later. I gave the reins over to Eva.

The shift happened fast. My bones cracked and reset, and within seconds, I was standing on four paws. I was a small wolf, reddish-brown in color, almost like a deep wine. It was an unusual color, but I was super fast.

I took off into the trees, my paws thumping against the dirt. My heart felt like it was breaking all over again, and as I ran, I let out a long, piercing howl, sending all my pain and rejection up into the stars.

Raven's POV

"Wake up. Wake up, Raven!"

I could feel hands shaking my shoulders aggressively. I groaned, pulling my thin blanket higher over my head. I wasn't willing to rouse from sleep yet. My body felt like it was made of lead, and my eyelids were glued shut.

"What time did you sleep that you aren't awake by now?" the voice continued. It was Diane. I tried to ignore her, wanting to sink back into the darkness of a dreamless sleep.

"Miss Freya is coming!"

I bolted out of bed immediately. My heart beat hard against my chest, and I nearly tripped over my own feet as I stood up. There really is nothing like the name of Miss Freya to provide instant motivation. I looked toward the door, expecting to see the scowling woman ready to skin me alive, but then I heard someone laughing.

I spun around to see Diane doubled over, clutching her stomach. I glared at her, my hands on my hips.

"That wasn't funny, Diane," I snapped, though my voice was still thick with sleep.

"Nobody is coming yet," she said, wiping a tear from her eye. "But someone will be here very soon. It's already seven in the morning, Raven. I've never seen you sleep this late."

I rubbed my eyes, feeling the exhaustion deep in my bones. Now that I thought about it, it made sense. I had spent hours running through the woods, howling until my throat was raw, and then even more hours crying myself to sleep once I got back to my small bed. I was physically and emotionally drained.

I glanced around to see empty beds. "Why is everyone up?" I asked, trying to smooth down my messy hair.

"We've all been asked to gather in the dining hall," Diane said, her expression turning a bit more serious. "All the domestic workers."

"For what?" I asked, reaching for my brush.

Diane shrugged. "I don't know. But we need to move. If we're late, Miss Freya won't just chew us out."

We rushed to the communal showers. The water was lukewarm, but it helped wake me up. I dressed quickly, picking out a clean dress. I tried to find one that looked presentable, although, in my wardrobe, "presentable" was a stretch. Most of my clothes were hand-me-downs that had seen better days, but I did my best to straighten the collar and brush off the lint.

We hurried toward the dining hall, arriving at the same time as a crowd of other workers. The room was buzzing with nervous energy. As I was walking toward a spot near the wall, a guy named Owen bumped into me intentionally. He was a regular pack member who loved to pick on anyone he thought was beneath him.

"Oops. Didn't see you there," Owen said with a mocking smirk. He leaned in closer so only I could hear him. "You're just really inconsequential, you know?"

I felt a flash of anger, but I just rolled my eyes at his childish antics. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. I ignored him and moved to join the other Omegas.

I looked around the room as it filled up. The only people missing were the Enforcers who worked as guards, the doctors from the infirmary, and the teachers. Everyone else was here. There were only about six Omegas in the entire Inker Pack. It always baffled me that the pack didn't treat us better.

We were actually the most fertile members of the pack because we could get pregnant at almost any time, unlike the females of other ranks who had a very small window every month. Plus, male Omegas could get pregnant too and they were pretty rare.

"Get in line! Get in line!" Miss Freya's voice boomed through the hall.

We quickly scrambled into three orderly rows. I stood straight, keeping my eyes forward.

"This meeting is to select the staff who will be traveling with the pack leadership to the Peace Summit," Miss Freya announced. She paced in front of us like a general. "The summit is only three weeks away. Those who are picked today will start training immediately on how to act properly. We will not have the Inker Pack embarrassed in front of the Kings."

The room broke out in whispers and excited sounds. I looked at the girls next to me. I honestly didn't know why they were all so happy. But then again, as I thought about it, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. The Inker Pack territory was the only world I had ever known. Seeing the outside world, even if I was just serving food, might be the distraction I needed after recent events.

I had heard rumors about this year's summit. People were saying it was going to be a bloodbath. Apparently, the Kings of the North and South couldn't stand each other. Past Kings had been simple rivals, but these two were actual enemies. I didn't know the history or the reason why. Our pack was in the South, so we were under the rule of the Southern King.

I zoomed back into focus just as Miss Freya started picking people. She moved down the line, pointing her finger like a weapon.

"You. You. And you," she barked.

I saw Diane get chosen and felt a genuine pang of happiness for her. She had wanted this so badly. Maybe she really would find someone there who would treat her right.

"Raven!"

I jumped, my eyes snapping to Miss Freya. She was looking at me with that classic scowl, like she knew I had been daydreaming. She gestured toward the small group of chosen workers.

My heart did a little flip. Goddess, I had actually been chosen. I was going to the Peace Summit.

Miss Freya dismissed everyone who wasn't picked and told the rest of us to follow her. As we walked through the halls of the pack house, a side door opened. Gary walked out, looking as smug as ever. He had his arm wrapped tightly around the waist of a blonde girl I didn't recognize, some bimbo with fake-looking hair and way too much makeup.

As our group passed him, we all bowed slightly. I felt his eyes catch mine. He looked at me with a weird expression, almost like he expected me to be crying or upset that he was with someone else already.

Ridiculous, I thought. I looked away immediately, keeping my face blank. If he wanted to parade his new Barbie doll around, that was his business. I couldn't deny that I felt a bit salty about it, but I wasn't going to let him see that. He had rejected me so he didn't get to own my emotions anymore.

Diane pinched me from behind and whispered, "Don't let him get to you. You're going to the Summit. He's just staying here to be a big fish in a small pond."

We arrived at the learning building, a place I usually liked because of the library. We were divided into smaller groups for our orientation. Sadly, Diane was sent to a different room.

I walked into the classroom and stopped short. Pinned to the large board at the front were two massive pictures. Underneath them, names were written in bold, elegant letters.

Valen Aibek, King of the Northern Lands.

Darian Callisto, King of the Southern Lands.

These were the men who ruled our world. Every Alpha of every pack reported directly to one of them. Most people in the smaller packs had never even seen their faces.

Our tutor, a stern man named Mr. Rake, tapped the board with a wooden pointer.

"We are showing you these pictures so you can recognize them immediately," Mr. Rake said. "If you are in the same vicinity as a King, you must know who he is. You cannot make mistakes. A mistake in front of these men could cost you your head."

I stepped closer, staring at the photos. They felt strangely familiar, almost like I had seen them somewhere, though I knew that was impossible.

King Valen, the Northern King, had hair as brown as dirt. In the photo, he was reclining casually on a throne, his chest half-exposed under a dark robe. He looked like someone who enjoyed trouble-sly, handsome, and dangerous. He was staring lazily into the camera, but his eyes were so sharp it felt like he was looking right into my soul.

King Darian, our dark-haired King, was the exact opposite. He looked like the picture of an upright, traditional ruler. He was dressed formally, sitting perfectly straight, and almost glaring at the lens. He looked stern and no-nonsense, the kind of man who followed the rules and expected everyone else to do the same.

The only thing they really had in common was that they were both incredibly good-looking. Both men were fine. Like, really fine.

I shook the thought out of my head. It didn't matter how handsome they were. It wasn't likely I would ever even see them in person, let alone meet them.