Supreme Alpha's Unwanted Mate

"Kill him! He is dangerous, shows no mercy." A roar of loathing consumed the mountains at the instruction, as they charged towards the man approaching at top speed on a motorbike - Ecosse Spirit ES1. He was covered with a helmet but long jet black hair protruded down his neck, making me wonder if it was a woman. Nonetheless, his appearance made it impossible for it to be a woman. His tank top left his big strong muscles exposed.

I held my chest in panic, as I watched like a hawk in shock at the horror before me. Hundreds of vampires raced to him, sneering with angry growls. He halted with a stunt, his motorbike circled in its spot, generating a whirlwind of dust that created a fog around him. He ducked as countless vampires lunged at him, causing them to fall on their faces.

The sound of their growl echoed through the mountain. The man pulled off his helmet, using it to defend in a circular motion, instantly breaking the head of many vampires simultaneously. Blood gushed out, soaked the ground with the similarity of water gushing through a pipe. I kept myself hidden behind the trees, making sure that I wasn't seen.

Hordes of mages joined the attack. They seemed to be united against a common enemy. The man took to his heels, his face covered with his long black hair, his physical features undeniably tough.

A vampire lunged at him. His speed increased, just before he turned into a beast. No, a werewolf. He was taller, bigger, and stronger than anything I've ever seen. Charcoal Black fur covered him with tick claws. He tore the throat of five vampires together. Fear dribbled around me as the man continued his defence around the creatures surrounding him. He was fiercer than before, and one by one, the creatures fell before him. With a growl, he thrust into the chest of the last creature. A mage.

Terror stroke as I watch him rip out the heart of the Mage. Instantly, he changed to human form, behind some trees. His big muscled shoulders were exposed. His lower body was hidden behind a tree. He used his bloody hand to push the strands of hair from his face, revealing a pair of dark glowing red eyes, focused on me.

A shiver ran through me as I took to my heels, stumbling and falling on my face, thanking the dry leaves for cushioning me against the hard floor. Slow steady steps halted behind me and I held my breath, pretending to be dead. A big strong hand pressed the back of my neck, a shrill tore through my throat.

"Isa, wake up. Isa," Cassandra's voice pulled me out of my nightmare making me quiver in anxiety, I hugged my body. Cassandra was sitting beside me with a wet towel in her hand wiping the sweat that surfaced on my face. Her touch was soothing, it made me relax.

"My child, you have been screaming in your sleep," Cassandra's voice was filled with worry and concern. She has been my nanny for the past sixteen years. Incoherently, I would have called her Mum if not for the warning of my father, the Mage King.

"It's the same nightmare but this time, it was so real. I almost died, Cassandra." My heart whacked with every word. The same nightmare troubled me every night.

"Not in the name of the moon goddess will you die." As soon as the words left her tongue, she covered her mouth with her palm. "Tell me you didn't hear that," she said with a guilty look.

"Fortunately, I did. Who is the moon goddess?" I asked. The topic piqued my interest. So much has been hidden from me. I grew up in this castle under the watch and training of my father, the Mage King with strict rules. I am never allowed to step out of here.

"Don't be silly, my child, there is nothing like that. It's just a myth and this nightmare you've been having. Is it the same person you see all the time?"

"Yes. Jet black hair, strong jaws, except his eyes were glowy. They aren't just read as usual but dark glowing red. He looks quite beautiful in human form." I could feel blood climbing my cheeks with the description of him. How can a man be attractive yet fearful? This is just another stupid nightmare.

I noticed Cassandra stiffen at the description. She smiled but I could see it was forced. "You are so silly, my child. A man can't be described as beautiful."

She paused and stared at the door as if making sure no one was eavesdropping.

"It isn't just nightmares you've been having. Everything you described is about the war. The man in question is Alpha Jade, the Alpha of the Moon Star Pack. I have a feeling the Mages will lose just like the other packs and vampires. Alpha Jade is a walking killer machine." She stopped when she heard footsteps approaching. "Let me get you ready. Your father is coming over to see you."

I jerked out of bed at the knowledge so abruptly, I almost tripped over. I wanted to ask more questions as the information stilled my insides, aggravating my fears. My father never comes to me. It's always the other way round. Somehow, I don't feel comfortable about it.

"Why?" I asked, just as Cassandra undressed me and led me to the large bathtub. A maid walked in to whisper something to Cassandra. Turning to me, she bowed her head slightly and left.

"Well, it must be very important then," Cassandra says, not hiding her anxiety too. She dressed me in my long casual dress after bathing for me. It's always been like this. I'm never allowed to do anything.

I couldn't help the fear rising in my heart when I gazed into my father's green eyes especially after what Cassandra had told me. I knew there was more and was bound to find out. My father was dressed in his battle attire. It wasn't the first time I'd seen him dressed like that but it was the first time I felt this tension.

Knowing that I won't be able to discourage him from going, I took what was mine, hugging him tightly. "Be safe, father." My voice came as a whisper.

"I will return, Isabella," he assured me but I was still sceptical. The feeling wouldn't go away. "Is that a promise?"

"Yes. No one can kill me. Very soon, I will reign as Supreme King. You don't have to worry." The coat of confidence in his voice gave me hope but the fear wouldn't go away. My father is the most powerful Mage King to have ever lived but if he was going to face the man I saw in my nightmare, then I couldn't guess the outcome. After a short silence, I found the courage to break the hug. "I believe you," I muttered.

I watched the back of my father as he disappeared around the doorway. I believed him and I knew he would come back. He will reign as Supreme King.

Days turned to weeks, weeks to months. The battle was blustering. I could hear screams of terror but no one allowed me to go out, and neither was I allowed viewing from the window. I bathed in tears and allowed them to wash my face clean. There was no one to pacify me. Even Cassandra was away taking care of the injured.

It took a long time before the screams ceased, giving way to cheers and growls. I couldn't tell which it was that belonged to the Mages but it wasn't long before Cassandra appeared, her form horrifying. The middle-aged woman had blood stains all over her clothes with a grim expression as she mustered me to my father.

"He is back! He's alive!" I rejoiced, ignoring Cassandra's sad form. My two legs carried me to my father's bedroom where I was icebound in a stupor when I reached the doorway. Suddenly, every step felt painful as if I was walking on needles. My father was alive but in a terrible state.

He kept his promise to me. He came back alive but would he be able to reign as the supreme King? He was so damaged, there was no hope for survival. The most horrid part was the wound on his neck. It was almost as if his windpipe was ripped off. He has refused treatment because he knows he will never be able to make it.

My heart broke, seeing him in this state. I was blinded with tears, my knees weak. Everything turned blurry but I didn't want to give in to weakness. I didn't want to wake up and not see him anymore. I wiped my tears with trembling hands, as I threw myself beside him on his blood-soaked elegant king size bed.

"Isabella," I turned to face my father, hearing his low and hoarse voice. As a Princess, I was supposed to be strong and hold it in but I was losing it right now. My throat felt bitter, my heart raged, seeking revenge. "Who did this to y..?" My last words were swallowed by my tears.

"Listen, Isabella," his voice was almost a whisper now. Life was draining out of him and I had to strain my ears to hear him.

"This is - Prince Marcus. He will - marry - you and - make - you - queen." I had to strain my ears to hear his last words.

My eyes watered. I hadn't noticed another presence before me. A man stood from his sitting position, tall and attractive but also powerful. This was the first time I had been close to any man except my father but he resembled my father so much, it was almost as if he was a younger version of him or maybe, I wasn't seeing well. It might just be my stupid tears or perhaps, I was hallucinating.

"Do you have anything to say?" Prince Marcus asked me. His countenance showed dispassion, his voice was devoid of warmth but pleasing to my ears.

"No. I agree to this arrangement," I responded immediately, looking into his deep green eyes. I wanted my father to rest in peace. I couldn't be selfish to ask for time to think about it. He should know that his kingdom will be safe in his absence.

"As you wish, my King," Prince Marcus said to my father but he gave no response. There was no movement in his chest. My knees sank to the floor as I shook him vigorously. My tears turned silent, as no words would come out of my mouth.

However, I was gripped with fear when the realization slammed me. Today was my 18th birthday. My sorrows turned to horror. How could I lose her father on my birthday? I couldn't take it anymore as darkness swallowed me...

I woke from another nightmare. Only this time Cassandra wasn't here. I was in my room under the comfort of a duvet. I couldn't hear the movement of the maids but could feel a strange presence around me. I must have slept for too long because everything was neatly arranged. Not how it was when I went to see my father. My father, the thought of him jolted me to a sitting position. I have to see him but then I noticed a man is sitting on my lucky chair beside my bed. My brain worked extra hard to pull out memories as he stared at me solemnly.

A Flood of memories began to rush in. "Father! Where is he? Where is my father?" I pleaded with Prince Marcus, tears trimmed down my cheeks. He glared coldly at me. I couldn't tell if it was the coldness of the death of my father or one he just felt towards me. I wasn't in the right frame of mind to process all this. He didn't try to console me and sounded rather raspy.

"He is dead and buried. You weren't up to it. You didn't have the strength to be present at his burial." Shock fledged with disappointment nudged me. I couldn't say my last goodbye. How could I sleep through it? What will people think of me? Well, they don't even know that I exist. "No, it's not possible. I only slept for..."

"Three days, Isabella. You were unconscious for three days. I had to get the mage doctor," he cut in and explained in a petrified voice.

I couldn't control my tears. I couldn't believe it. Was I so weak? A pang of guilt blended my sorrows, shame knit me so much I couldn't look Prince Marcus in the eyes. What would my kingdom think of me?

"He said I should give you this." Prince Marcus gave me a red box. Being from my father, I ripped it open to see a pendant with my name inscribed on it. It was so beautiful and seemed special. My heart was warmed but my tears refused to stop pouring.

"What happened to him?" My voice sounded hoarse, most probably because of my dried throat.

"It was a fierce fight between him and the Alpha of the Moon Star Pack, now the Supreme Alpha. He lost and the kingdom lost," Prince Marcus bowed his head in defeat.

"Weren't you there? Why didn't you save him till it was too late?" I couldn't believe he watched it happen and it was just as Cassandra had said. The walking killer machine sent my father to his untimely grave.

"If I had joined, the Mage kingdom would have been on its knees by now. We didn't stand a chance so we had to retreat. We have to train better and attack the next time, just when they don't expect it. The Supreme Alpha will bow to my feet because the title of Supremacy must only belong to the Mages."

Nothing was making sense. "Was this deadly war because of a mere title?" I asked without hiding the layer of disgust I felt.

He looked at me like an outcast. His voice was cold. "Whoever has the title of Supremacy exercises veto power. We might be mages but that title gives that Alpha werewolf the chance to rule over us," he explained curtly.

Now the clarity sank in. Mages are so proud, they would feel insulted to be dominated by a werewolf. No wonder my father was bent on getting the title. The Supreme Alpha has to pay for what he did to my father because of a mere title. As if Prince Marcus read my mind which I know he did. Powerful Mages can do that.

"You can avenge him," he grumbled.

"How? I will do anything for my kingdom. Anything to avenge the memory of my father." I was certain. It was time for me to fight and defend my Kingdom.

Prince Marcus smiled for the first time when I spoke my mind. Then he said, "the Supreme Alpha, the Alpha of the Moon Star Pack is an unmated werewolf. Reliable sources said he has special abilities, which was why he remained unmated because a mate would destroy his powers and make him weak. All you have to do is seduce him and that is all," Prince Marcus ended with an evil smirk.

My head was spinning. This wasn't what I meant. I will rather face him in a battle than get inside his bed. How will I even do that? "I...I don't know how." I muttered to myself but it seems Prince Marcus heard me.

"I will get you some books to read. It will help you. Remember, you and I might never be able to ascend the throne, if he still lives," he concluded, standing up from the chair. His last words turned my mind in a different direction.

A week later.

I stared through the tinted windows of Prince Marcus' Toyota Highlander. It was my first time sitting in a car for all I could recall. My heart tightened, my throat bitter, as I took in the condition of my kingdom. It was heartbreaking, my eyes turned glassy. This was the first time I had seen the outsides of the castle but it lost its glory. I couldn't ascertain whether it was because of the war or whether it had always been like this.

Acres of plantation had been destroyed, homes damaged, lives lost. Each home sunk in melancholy.

"Remember, no one must know who you are. You have no memories" Prince Marcus's voice brought me out of my thoughts. Then I noticed the new environment. Reluctantly, I alighted from the car.

Prince Marcus nodded a little in response, his hands firm on the steering wheel, his eyes on the road. It was as if he was struggling with something. "You must also learn to behave like a commoner. Don't walk with your head high."

These were the last words Prince Marcus said before he zoomed off. I stood there, frozen for a second before covering my head with the hood of my sweater, my feet sped to the forest border.

Soon my legs began to ache, my breath turned heavy. My body found it hard to adjust to this new environment surrounded by trees. I halted under a huge tree to catch my breath, now taking in the familiarity of my surroundings, which began to eat me.

The view of the mountain was majestic but I felt a sense of belonging like I have been here before. Now it nudged me. This was the exact place I kept seeing in my nightmare. Instead of my heart rate calming for the fact that I was close to my revenge, it was rather increasing. Fear slapped me hard on the face. It was nothing like the terrible nightmare but rather felt like a utopia, being close to nature. I continued my journey, moving closer to the Moon Star pack as coached by Prince Marcus.

Recalling the times I wished so much to see the world outside, It was a great wonder how it was going to be after being in the castle all my life.

At last, my dream for freedom unimaginably found me today. I couldn't help but wonder whether Prince Marcus was going to keep me restrained in the castle after our coronation as King and Queen. I loved every bit of the freshness of the leaves and the mountains. The chirping of birds made me want to linger around more.

Suddenly, I heard movements and growls approaching. Stiffening at the spot, my eyes roamed around and above. No, I couldn't be seen this way. They might mistake me for a spy. I let down my hood, my long white wavy hair cascaded down my back. But what if they were rogues as Prince Marcus had warned? The movements were leagues away. I decided to hide for a while to be certain before I make myself dirty to make me look truly lost for weeks or even months.

The creaking of branches, the shuffling of my feet through detritus, squirrels chattering, leaves rustling, the whistling winds, the humming of the birds was the company I felt. Immersing in the sound, it was overpowered by a loud growl.

My toes curled tightly in my trainers, pressing to the ground. Fear gripped my throat, my eyes blinked with curiosity. The trees lashed and crashed against each other like drumsticks in the hands of a giant, being caused by movements. My lips pressed to mute every sound, my eyes searched for refuge.

Retreating a step, my back hit a rough tree bark, falling leaves kissed my face, the branches swatting me. My steps faltered due to the uneven ground of knobby roots under my trainers with sticky sap underbrush tangling them with fallen leaves. Spider web strands covered my sweater. I ripped it off, casting it from me. I had to find a way out of the sticky situation. I lifted my right leg with force, sinking instead.

A ditch. Prince Marcus warned me to beware of ditches but I had completely forgotten. They were hidden from the eyes, covered with dead brown leaves. The growl got louder, which meant that whatever it was, was getting closer. The ditch pulled me in the more I struggled to come out of it. The cold mud soaked my legs to my midsection and I was still sinking. I didn't care anymore if it was a rogue. I just needed help. I gathered my breath and let out a yelp. "Help!"

A sweet distinctive odour exhumed me and I felt so dizzy, it was sickening to my stomach. A shriek tore from my throat the second time before my body was pulled below the ditch, the mud-covered me completely. I held my breath and closed my eyes. I could feel that this was my end. My mission died before it started. I didn't think I could hold my breath any longer since my whole body was turning weaker and weaker.

Just as darkness was about to exhume me, something strong tightened around my arm, pulling her up but I was getting weaker and weaker. "I got her. Let the warriors check the end of the borders," I heard a deep, masculine voice command faintly like it was my subconscious mind and I could feel the cold air rushing into me through the thick mud. I couldn't see anything but I heard a word before the darkness took over. "Mate"

My pack, the Moon Star park was the most secure, covered by the forest with traps to turn intruders away. Some areas were deadly as ripping life in an instant. I just finished my early morning training with my pack warriors and decided to let my wolf, Navajo out on a run.

This was the first time I met my warriors after the just-ended war and coronation of the title Supreme Alpha. I dread the title so much but have to accept it for the sake of peace. The title is safer with me than the unscrupulous power-hungry Kings and Alphas out there.

I haven't stopped mourning my lost warriors, refraining from food and not letting my wolf out as punishment for my inability to protect them. Every loss lays heavy on my shoulders.

"Alpha, the borders are secured. There are no intruders," my Beta and best friend Duke gave his morning report.

I shook my head in contradiction. "Wrong. Gather a few warriors and follow my lead."

He nodded his head and beckoned a few warriors while the rest charged towards the other areas of the forest. I was surprised he didn't ask any questions. He too has been devastated from the war just like me.

We took off our clothes, shifted into wolf form, and strutted to the border of our pack. I could feel a strange presence and couldn't feel better till we checked it. It was a supremacy thing. The title carried the powers needed to help me maintain the peace we have now.

Not everyone was happy with my coronation, especially some of the Alphas of other packs, the Mages and the Vampires but I cared less. Navajo had been restless and took off sprawling relentlessly, diving towards the border of our pack.

The sound of a shrill got me to shift to human form, speeding on my toes. Another shrill was enough to draw me to one of my ditches. A figure sank so fast, I couldn't capture the image but I dived in time to grab hold of a frail arm, pulling it out instantly. Duke and the warriors shifted at the same time, jostled with uncertainty. A female. Not what I anticipated.

A strange force as that of an electric current shot through me when I drew out the feather weighed body. I instructed Duke to move the warriors to check the borders, clasping the body in my arm. Navajo was aggressive, a word tore from his mouth, "Mate."

Aside from the title of supremacy, my next hated word was 'Mate.' That name painted a black history in my heart therefore, I do not want a mate.

"The ether must have made her unconscious. Take her to the pack doctor. I will check the end of the border." I shoved my unwanted mate gently into Duke's arms because I didn't like the strange feeling gushing through me with her closeness.

"No, I will go with you," Duke said to my dread. I knew that he wanted to have my back but right now, I needed him to get my mate far away from me.

"Don't worry about me. It's either she was being chased or she was conspiring with someone." A loud clang of thunder roared, just as I ended my sentence. Heavy rain followed instantly. "This was the doing of a Mage. Washing the traces of their scent and footsteps. "Go now and be fast," I told Duke.

The Mages were my strongest contenders. Their King killed most of my best warriors with his powers. I had to use a special gift I had never used before. Heat vision - allows me to fire two thick laser-like beams of intensified heat in the form of heat irradiated speed or fiery-like beams. Well, using that power to kill the Mage King with the help of Duke had dire consequences.

Life needed to be exchanged and one dear to me at that. Duke's life was being taken but he was saved by his mate Blevine, a hybrid and our pack doctor. In return, two of my best warriors were taken. I don't think I will ever use that power again. I don't regret using it during the war because it saved the life of my remaining warriors. The late Mage King doesn't have an heir therefore, the strongest in the royal lineage was Prince Marcus.

Not being directly birthed by the King or not married to his seed, he can never be as strong as the former, which weakened the potency of the Mage Kingdom. Whichever mage crossed this territory, I had to investigate. I shifted back to wolf form for Navajo to take over. Duke opened his mouth to speak but clamped it shut.

I was about to delve towards the border but Navajo wouldn't barge. His claws dug into the wet ground. 'Nobody should touch our mate,' he roared in my mind. Fury encamped me. The rain was becoming heavier which meant every delay counted. As expected, the scent I was tracing was being masked with the scent of the rain. I shifted back to my human form.

"You already know that I don't want a mate." I was furious and forgot to say it through mind-link. Duke and my warrior's eyes widened in a stupor which only meant they had heard.

"This remains between everyone present here. No one must know that she is my mate. After her interrogation, I will decide on what to do," I whirled around and said. What will I do with a mate? Damn the moon goddess for doing this after everything we have been through. She will have it from me tonight.

I turned around, taking her gently from Duke. My body stiffened. Those sparks began again. Damn the fucking mate bond. It's worse than I thought. Instantly I swept her across my shoulders, hoping it would reduce the connection but it didn't. Navajo was calm, feeling his mate close. He doesn't agree with me not wanting a mate which is a betrayal from my wolf but he's also a part of me that I can't live without.

I caught sight of some members of my pack gawking with confusion all over their faces when I was getting close to the pack hospital. I wanted to ask what was making them gawk when it smashed me that I was still naked after my shift. I galloped away so fast I didn't have time to slip into some of the clothes we kept in nylon bags at vantage points in the forest.

Nudity wasn't something sacred among the werewolves but it was tangible enough to dress up after shifting back to human form. I met their stares with a scorn which made them Coward in fear. The rain had stopped as suddenly as it began but my mate was still dripping wet with mud.

I laid her gently on the hospital bed, instantly moving away despite Navajo's urge to stay closer to her. Blevine arrived at the emergency room just as Duke arrived with clothes for me to wear. I thanked him and slipped them on.

"So it's true. The rumours are true. Who is she?" Blevine asked with unrest as she began to examine her.

"I don't know. I felt a strange presence within our borders during our training session and moved towards it. She had fallen into one of our traps before I could reach her and she's now unconscious, most probably because of the ether," I narrated, leaving out the mating part even though I couldn't hide it from her for long. Duke will definitely tell her. It was difficult for werewolves to keep secrets from their destined mates. The ether is a chemical that causes unconsciousness, making it easy for us to catch perpetrators. It shouldn't take long for it to wear off from a werewolf.

I felt Blevine shiver slightly. "Who could she be? Was she trespassing, was she lost?" She was worried and couldn't hide it as she tried to wake her.

Almost every part of her body was covered in mud and being incompletely washed with the rain, she was a mess. Her hair looked ashy brown, her face and other parts were covered in dirt.

"We don't know," Duke responded, giving me a slight wink. I knew he was trying to prove to me that my secret was safe with him. Blevine continued with his work just as I heard someone sneeze. Before I spoke, there was another sneeze.

My unwanted mate seemed to regain consciousness and I couldn't help the unease creeping in. She will feel the mate bond too which meant I wouldn't be able to hide it anymore. For the first time, I didn't know what to do. I wanted to reject her but Navajo wasn't on my side with that decision. I was so torn. I needed to prepare myself for this, mainly without Navajos' aggression.

"Get her cleaned up and send her to my office," I said to Blevine. I whirled around and left before my mate opened her eyes. I will speak with her in private without Navajo. Perhaps, I will have the courage to reject her.

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