Chapter 4

Cassius’ POV

I quietly kneel at the chapel praying to God and asking for the moon goddess’ intercession, my duty to Crestborne Pack and Estonia in general. I’ve been doing this since I was a kid, I would often come here to pray whenever it seemed as though anything was bothering my family and my prayers would be heard.

But this time what was bothering was greater than all that has ever bothered me. It’s getting the mate I was always waiting for only after becoming a priest.

At this point, I was pulled in opposite directions. I like her, likewise my profession. I couldn’t tell what to do.

I grew up sticking to this principle, a holy life even while my brothers were living the casual secular life. I was called and that call was first known by me before anyone. It’s only later when the king realized I was very serious about continuing with this life he urged me.

So one evening, he called me into his chambers.

“If you’re really bent on living a religious life, why not join the pack priests?” He had asked.

“I was thinking you won’t accept it.” I had no other better answer. As an Alpha Prince, even in the midst of three brothers, everyone would expect me to reach twenty plus, get my mate and soon start a family. That’s a prerequisite to take over and as we are four, the king would just divide the country into four regions, giving each to us, or he would assign one of us to be the Alpha King while the rest will take the other positions.

Either was okay.

Another critical aspect I couldn’t stop thinking about was the mate. Most multiple births often end up with just one mate for all of them while others have independent mates but it all depends on what the moon goddess wills. This even bothered me more than the idea of taking over.

If we all happen to end up with one mate, I’d be so excited because then I would be free to pursue my dream but individual mates would greatly hinder me. Some would think of rejection but being a religious kind of person, I felt it wrong rejecting the girl the moon goddess has already kept for me from time immemorial to go for the one I feel is better.

Day after day, I kept pondering on this till my twenty-first birth arrived. My brothers were anxious to know who their mates would be but none was more worried than me. My worry never went unnoticed that they began to scold me.

“Why do you keep worrying about who you will end up with all the time?” Elliot would ask.

“Why is it so important to you?” Our non-chalant last born would ask.

“I don’t even want a mate.” The sarcastic second born would say.

I could only give them a series of lame excuses but the main goal was personal.

I wanted to become a werepriest. I couldn’t say this, they would feel they have lost me forever. We were born four and four in spirit, anyone leaving would make it seem as though the bond is broken.

However, when our twenty-first birthday passed and none of us found our mates, I knew we were set to have a single mate. The long wait was over and I joined the seminary to begin my studies into becoming a priest.

The news came as a shock to many, especially my brothers because the king had kept it a secret from them also, but to others it came as good news.

“We knew right from time!”

“We saw how he behaved?”

“He was destined to be one.”

The people began pouring in their comments, all of which I expected.

Despite all these, my brothers would never change. They taunted me even more that I had to live full time in the seminary, switching my phone off so they wouldn't be able to call or message me. The king could always get to talk to me through the cellphone at the registry. He was the only one allowed access to it, my brothers weren’t.

Twenty-three years of age and no mate, by then I was about to make my final profession of vows. My heart beats almost everyday, if i found one, I may have to leave the seminary and religious life. The same way I was passionate about religious life, I was passionate about taking care of my mate, bearing pups and raising a happy family with her.

When she didn’t come at twenty-three, I told myself I was free and gladly went on with my profession by the local Pack Bishop. After about a year, we would be consecrated into different sectors of religious life.

Another major decision to take.

We had the preachers, healers, exorcists, counselors, intercessors, mediators and so on. I got two choices, being a pack healer or going for the most challenging, becoming an exorcist, responsible to hunt demons, witches, vampires and all other evil entities.

Since most went to become healers feeling that’s where there’s more money, I switched to being an exorcist and began spiritual training for that. Just as it was the most difficult, it demanded the most holiness and to achieve this I would need to stay away from my family.

They weren’t evil but promiscuous and this would be my greatest fall, if I happened to follow them. Our Enigma wolves had the highest sex drive and one girl could never satisfy it, a reason my dad had to conduct an harem, an idea to which I greatly kicked against when he was about to start it. He told me being his favorite.

I never agreed, just like him, he kept pressing.

“If we don’t get to satisfy our wolves, how then will we get past feral cancer?”

The mention of this sent electric shocks cascading over my body. I knew I stood at a higher risk of getting this.

Oh goddess. Save me!

This has gone on for years until I visited home one day from the church apartment where I stayed only to come face to face with an Omega that got me smitten.

She was one of the Omegas bought to be hired into Elysium. That day, my heart stopped. My legs grew stiff.

I’d thought it was going to be like every other normal day at home here in the palace. My wolf didn’t waste time to quickly identify with her.

But then she was being maltreated by my brother. For the first time I hated my brothers, for the first time I hated my dad, because of a girl.

My mate.

Over a girl I wasn’t even sure I'd get to be with.