Too Beautiful For the Alpha

I had always told myself I would never have a Mate. Maybe it was for dumb reasons, like my face is full of pimples, or my legs are too fat, but the thought grasped onto me for years.

Tonight was another gathering, where packs would get together in search of their Mate. My mother insisted I go, despite my protests.

While walking to the gathering, I hid in the trees to avoid a group of men, only to stumble and fall, revealing myself. Among them were my Alpha and Luna, and a man who sent a shock through me. An Alpha.

The feeling in my stomach, my heart, everywhere. It was like his eyes were tearing me apart. Could he be... my Mate? The thought was ridiculous, a joke.

Later that night, after fleeing the gathering, a man came to my door. Alpha Grant's guard. He said I was expected. My mother's face fell. It was true. I might be mated to an Alpha.