Prologue+ Chapter 1

A Werewolf's Mate

Vera Ambler is a 18 year old girl, a young werewolf with a great personality. Being a werewolf is scary especially when you're unmated.

Is she going to find a mate who is worthy?

With a new threat coming, will her mate save her in time before her fate is decided?

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Evan Collins is 20 years old and is becoming the soon-to-be-alpha.

And that means that he has to find his mate before he loses his chance to become alpha.

When he discovers that his mate is Vera, will he sacrifice everything including his title to protect the one he loves?

CHAPTER 1: FOREVER

Love is blind.

When we are in love, we often overlook flaws or negative qualities in the person we love. We are so focused on the positive aspects and the feelings of love that we become less critical and more accepting of our partner's imperfections. It implies that love can sometimes make us lose our objectivity and rational judgment, leading us to ignore red flags or potential problems in a relationship.

That's what everyone says about love. However, it happens when you least expected. Particularly when you think it's someone really close to you.

Prevailing as a werewolf at 18-years-old, you usually find a mate or soulmate as many call it. It's not like human love, one minute you're in love and the next you're are divorced. No, our relationships or bond as we call it lasts forever until we die.

But for me, I still haven't found my mate. Many other werewolves have tried to date me but I only turned down the offer. I just wanted my mate. He's the only one that I will give my love and purity.

Being an 18-year-old werewolf has it's ups and down moments. That means the rouges will try to take unmated females when they are in heat and force them to bear their children. And I don't want that to happen to me. I want to be safe and protected by my true love.

I truly can't wait to find my mate. But, will he accept me or reject me? I am scared.

Will I truly be able to live on? Will I go rouge myself?

Can he reach me in time to be able to save me?

These are my questions that arise in my mind. I can't stop worrying.

I am not like any other girl. I don't dress inappropriately, I have a kind personality and I am very well respected within our pack. I may use foul language when someone annoys me a lot. Still, I know when to stop. I have brown hair that reaches my bottom, brown hazel eyes, my lips light cherry color, and have the skin of olive completion. I am tall like my dad, 5'6" to be exact and I look like my mother too. My dad, however, is the alpha of our pack. And I am the alpha's daughter, which means that I am off-limits until I meet my mate. Our pack is called "The Black Crest Wolves".

As a pack member, I am not allowed to treat other pack members like trash but as equal. To say for the least, I can't say anything to the pack strumpets. I can't stand them, they always have something to say or annoy me with their presence. They don't like me, only want to be around my brother and other unmated males. No wonder some of the male werewolf's mates wants to cut those strumpets heads off. Believe me, they're like the plastics from mean girls and all fake like their bosoms and buttocks.

Then again, I have a strong belief in true love at first sight. Even though it sounded flimsy, surreal, and fictional. But what if "first sight" turns into a lifetime of regret? What if my mate isn't the knight in shining armor I've always envisioned? The thought of being bound to someone who doesn't truly see me, who doesn't appreciate my strength and independence, fills me with a chilling dread. It's not just the physical danger of the rouges; it's the emotional vulnerability of opening myself up to someone who might break my heart, shatter my carefully constructed world. The weight of expectation, the pressure to conform to the ideals of a perfect mate, threatens to suffocate me. Sometimes, I wish I could just run away, escape the predetermined path laid out before me, but the pull of my pack, the responsibility I feel towards my family, keeps me tethered to this life, this agonizing wait for a love that might never come. The fear isn't just of rejection; it's the fear of settling, of accepting less than I deserve, of losing myself in the desperate search for a bond that might ultimately leave me feeling more alone than ever.

The loneliness gnaws at me, a constant, aching reminder of my solitude. Will I ever find my place in the world, or am I destined to remain forever on the edge, watching others find their happiness while I'm left behind? The uncertainty is almost unbearable.