My Powerful Mate

My Powerful Mate

Hadiza

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Blake Aiden is a twenty-two-year-old Omega that is unaware of what he is and is perhaps the last of his kind. "The supreme Omega". Since his 18th birthday, he has been searching for his mate. Sadly, both his parents were employees of the Moon-stone Pack. Before Blake's parents were killed, Benjamin Carson promised Blake's father he would protect him until he found his mate. Since Blake hasn't found his mate in the past three years, he has abandoned the search. Alexander Luke, a twenty-three-year-old Alpha with an overprotective and crazy father. He searched for this mate for four years with no success. His father decided it was time to get married and have heirs in this family.

Chapter 1 Simple Dream

~Blake~~

My life has always been filled with hopes that my mate will find me or that the other way around. Whether we were destined to meet by chance or on purpose."

It was a simple dream!

We would build our life (as one) somewhere far away and have a simple existence in the countryside with hills, rivers, vast farmlands and a big house for the kids. I don't think it matters if he was a nobleman or just a normal man. My dream was beautiful and I had it incessantly.

As long as we love each other and find happiness in a symbiotic relationship, I am fulfilled. However, things turned horribly wrong and I was left feeling as if I was not destined to become a partner one day.

I searched for my mate for three years, attending every occasion with the Moon Stone Pack in order to find him. I attended every meeting with the Moon Stone Pack, every ritual, and every Luna ceremony, looking for my mate patiently and intensely. Mate calling meetings, which can sometimes be quite dangerous. It is not uncommon for people to be raped... I attended any gathering that had more than four people at any given time."

A few days before my 21st birthday, the Moon-Stone Pack received an invitation to attend a rune ceremony which was held in a nearby village.

When Benjamin Carson was busy with state matters, he would send Liam Carson to serve in his place, so I would always accompany him to look for my mate. This became a habit. I saw everyone present during the hustle and bustle of the evening but none of them were my mate... As I felt disappointed and needed to clear my head, I decided to take a walk as a way to relax.

It was always my intention to meet my mate in a classy way, so I took my time to dress and hopefully impress him with my style. In my mind, the idea was always to be prepared for the meeting whenever it would occur. Perhaps the day of the meeting would coincide with the day of the proposal. I wore a white shirt with black pants and a black and white jacket.

I also carried my mom's ring. The ring was a silver and diamond ring with a green emerald stone that was surrounded by white diamonds around it. The feeling of meeting my mate was exhilarating.

It felt incredible when the evening breeze flushed against my face as I walked. The street lights that illuminated the ground in your favorite warm orange shade added to the mood. There was nothing better than enjoying the sound of my footsteps echoing through the night, the wind blowing against the leaves on the passing trees...Until this person sprang from behind me and gave me a frightening jot.

As soon as I turned around, I saw Alpha Oliver Levi from the Night Walker Pack standing there!

He said with a mixture of mockery and flattering, "Aren't you tired of looking for your mate? Let me make you my concubine and give you all the luxury you deserve. A sweet boy like you should be available to warm our beds rather than the kitchen,"

I was disgusted by what he said. I gave him a dry smile. "I would rather die alone than be paired up with someone like you." Thank you for your offer, Alpha Oliver, but I am happy where I am today. I will certainly meet a mate if we are destined to be paired up one day, if not I will accept what may come my way. Have a good evening." and I walked away

I was shocked when he dragged me from behind, and I missed a step. As a result, I hit the ground with my elbow, and within a blink of an eye, he tore my shirt. While I tried to keep him at arms' length, he just latched at me with his fangs. I kicked him as hard as I could and sprinted away from him! I am thankful that I was able to find Liam and a few Alphas on the way trying to find me.

It was the first time I had ever seen Liam Carson's mood like that before. It is clear that he was fuming with anger, twitching with his eyes, and possessing a menacing aura. As he rushed towards Oliver, he grabbed his neck with his hands.

"Stay away from Blake Aiden, you perverted bastard!" he yelled. With his grip tightening on Oliver's neck, he lifted him up and threw him to the ground. It would be a nightmare when I saw you a mile away from him again, your head would be on the ground separated from your body." He growled and dragged me farther from him.

Thank you for saving my life. I really appreciate it, I mumbled to Liam

It was after my 21st birthday that I stopped searching for my mate. I am 22 years old now and sometimes it still hurts when I see people having a good time with their mates, but I understand how things are. In the future, if there are any possibilities for us to meet, I would appreciate it and if not, I will accept my fate without any problem."

~Alexander~~

There was a large bookcase lining the wall in Alexander Luke's office. In addition, there was a large mahogany desk that was positioned in front of bay style windows, where Alexander was seated behind it. He was wearing a crisp shirt, matching pants, as well as a black jacket.

For four years I have been searching for my mate! I traveled everywhere I could, and I was still hoping that I would be able to see him one day until my 22nd birthday. I was given a deadline by my father.

"If you don't find your mate by the end of this year, I will get you married on your 23rd birthday."

A letter of invitation from one of the villages was sent to my dad, the King of Grand Rapids City, for a rune ceremony. This time again, I offered to attend in place of his majesty in the hope that I would find my mate. I was all dressed and ready to go for the rune ceremony, but suddenly I was faced with an emergency! How could my office have caught fire, what could have caused it?

As soon as I discovered there were some critical documents left at the office, I rushed to get them; however, if I hadn't left my laptop at the office, I wouldn't have bothered because it contained all of them. It was clear to me that it was not an accident. In my opinion, the fire had to be arson, as a building can't just start igniting itself. It had to be set on fire for a specific reason by someone. The other office spaces did not matter to me at all. I retrieved my laptop as soon as I got there and headed for the rune ceremony. Upon arriving at the event two hours late, I found that everyone was tense possibly due to Oliver's behavior

If I had not been looking for my mate I would have taken my frustration out on Alpha Oliver for molesting someone. The brat never appealed to me because he lacked any manners whatsoever.

Suddenly, I caught a faint scent that intrigued me. It smelled like fresh strawberries! As I picked the scent for the first time, I thought that even if I wasn't able to find my mate, I could at least be with someone other than my father's choice.

When I started to walk in the direction of the scent, it vanished into thin air!

The pain I felt was unbearable. I always carry my mother's diamond ring with me. It is a white diamond ring with an Oppenheimer blue stone attached to it."

I wore a rather simple and classy look that day. Due to the fire, my initial clothing was ruined, and I had to settle for a tank top and a pair of blue denim jeans with a black leather jacket over them. The ride back home was slow and uninteresting due to my depressive mood, which made the ride in itself uninteresting.

I have given you enough time to find your mate Alexander. The elders are beginning to talk. This month, I want you to think about your future, choose a partner, and let me know when you've made up your mind about who you should be with.

Marriage was certainly one of the last things on my mind at the time. It is my belief that I would find my mate there. While searching for my mate, I was also interested in the person who smelled like fresh strawberries. Either my mate or the person who smelled of strawberries.

Father had originally made a promise to me that he would allow me to choose my partner. I can recall that he married my mother out of love despite not being her mate. He would never fail to point out that he was not so hypocritical as to force his children to follow his wishes... All of a sudden it was announced that I would be getting married a few days before I turned 23 years old!

It was a shock for me as well as for everyone else. He decided out of nowhere, on my behalf, that Henry Levi should be my perfect match!

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