The Alpha King's Mate novel Chapter 6

"Maia, please forgive me. I had no idea you had a deformity. Yes, of course, you may be excused." She says, mortified.

When my bowl is empty a second time, I thank Vivian for her kindness and stand.

"You're very welcome." She sighs, escorting me to the

door.

"You'll come and visit us again, won't you?"

"I'd love to," I reply after we have hugged one another and said our goodbyes.

Among the fruit stalls, I steal several pieces of fruit which are rightfully mine and stuff them into a hessian sack I have found. No one has taken notice of me.

Wanting to learn more about Wellmore Village and its people, I find a nice spot to sit down and observe the main street while crunching on a red apple.

A few robust, middle-aged women in pastel-coloured dresses and shawls converse with one another, and I don't mind eavesdropping in on their conversation.

"The Alpha King's Ball last night was unsuccessful," one lady says happily.

"Oh? I've heard the Alpha King is the most handsome man anyone has ever seen, yet has a heart so cold that even his wolf is frightened of him." they say, bursting into laughter.

"We will win the war and wipe out those filthy animals." They giggle and waddle toward a market stall.

I leave the village and make my way back home to Ember. I tell Ember about Wellmore and how I met Vivian and her twin daughters.

"I'm going to have to go back to the village every few days for food. I'm also worried about this war." Comforting me, Ember crawls into my lap and snuggles into my chest, and we sleep.

Alpha King Damon

Moon Goddess. Where is she? Please tell me. Where is my mate? I ask, not knowing if the moon can hear me. Finally, the moon stops moving and turns blood red.

What is happening? What does this mean?

Sounds of drums in the distance, getting louder and louder, mingle with sounds of war, swords clashing, and agonizing screams as war arrows soar over my head through the air. I'm suddenly standing in the middle of a warzone. Blood stains everything I can see. There are dead humans and wolves everywhere, and thousands more still fight each other.

A beautiful melodic voice sings in the distance, a song so touching and solemn. It knows devastation and pain. My wolf, drawn to it, feels compelled to follow the song.

I wander through the war zone in a fog, in the direction of the singing, avoiding the humans who, with their swords, are slicing wolves open and the wolves ripping the heads off these humans. It's a bloody war indeed, an absolute massacre.

I spot the girl sitting on a rock. She is comforting herself and looks crestfallen and forlorn.

Close to her, she smells amazing, like wild violets and honey. "Mate!" I say, placing my hand on her shoulder so she will turn to look at me. She turns, and her face morphs into King Fenris's.