The Fated Mate of the Alpha's

The Fated Mate of the Alpha's

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Lyla Lansky is not happy at all. She's about to turn eighteen, and with that comes all the formality of the annual ball where her wolf will either be received or not. But Lyla received her wolf some time ago, and that's uncommon in her pack-something that usually only happens with royalty. Lyla fears being an outcast in her pack. She knows all too well the fate of outcasts, which is why she's been hiding her wolf from everyone. But that's not her only worry. Lyla doesn't like being the center of attention, wearing ball gowns, and knowing that on that night, she might also meet her fated mate, which terrifies her. Lyla is scared of who her mate might be and afraid of being rejected. Her mother, Lily Lansky, is the Omega of the Luna of the SilverPack, to which Lyla also belongs. What she hid, though, was that despite her awkwardness, she received a beautiful and strong wolf, and she could never have imagined that her fated mate would be none other than an Alpha-the very one all the others desire!

The Fated Mate of the Alpha's Chapter 1 Prologue

**The Pack Ball - Where It All Begins**

Dissatisfied, skeptical, and dazed-that's how I felt. I knew everyone could see the shock written on my face. I tried to hide it the best I could, but I knew that was the worst smile I had ever shown. Ridiculous, I know, but I couldn't let him get the better of me. On the other hand, my nails dug into Tyler Blackwood's arm-my best and only friend. He knew how I would feel seeing Nick Marshall again.

When I looked up at his towering 6'2" frame, which literally made me have to look up as if he were a streetlight planted in the ground, I caught a glimpse of anger and confusion flashing across his face for a few seconds before he managed to return to what I would call his usual calm expression-or, really, that stone-cold look that showed no respect or empathy for anyone.

Nick Marshall was simply the Alpha of the SilverPack, the biggest and strongest of all the packs, and every woman at the Ball wanted to be his mate. But Nick never wanted any of them to be his. He was never seen with anyone. And me? Well, I was just another one who admired him silently with a racing heart, totally annoyed by all the gazes turned toward him like that, knowing full well that his eyes would never truly land on me.

What few knew was that, at midnight, I would turn 18. Unlike everyone else, I had already received my wolf, but the others hadn't. I know that usually mates can smell each other, but I can't smell mine, I don't feel his presence. I confess that I'm desperate at the thought that my mate might simply not exist, or worse, that he could just be some random jerk. Truthfully, I know there's a way to mask my wolf's scent, and I've been doing that ever since I received Any. But they say it's impossible to hide from your mate.**

I had never felt so relieved and pleased to be wearing the dress Becks made me buy.

The dress was red and made of silk. It had extremely thin straps, and the cutout neckline revealed more of my chest than I would normally want or feel comfortable with. The dress hugged my breasts and waist perfectly, falling down to my ankles with a slit that reached up to my thigh. I wore golden heels with straps around my ankles and jewelry with gold details.

My brown hair was down, styled in waves, with one side pinned up. Becks had done my makeup with a smoky eye that made my violet eyes pop and stand out. She convinced me to wear a bold red lipstick, and I felt absolutely beautiful, even though I was completely out of my comfort zone. But when I looked in the mirror, I felt stunning. Honestly, I could handle anything in this dress. Well, maybe not anything.

I clearly remember Tyler's expression of total surprise when he saw me. His mouth formed a huge "O," and the words came out slyly, "You look stunning." Becks kept insisting that I would find my mate tonight and that I had to be the most beautiful one at the Ball for that to happen. I knew they were both in full flattery mode, so no compliment from Tyler or Becks would truly comfort me. Despite what I saw in the mirror and what they were saying, none of this really felt like me.

The Ball followed tradition. It was the night many awaited each year, the night when most received their wolves and found their destined mates. Even though some rejected their mates, most were satisfied with what fate had given them-or simply accepted it.

When the moon reached its peak and the clock struck midnight, howls could be heard from outside the ballroom. That was part of the ritual, something many were familiar with, yet it still made me uncomfortable. I felt my eyes burn, and the hairs on my skin stood on end. My wolf was restless that night, pacing back and forth. I could see her snow-white fur and violet eyes, just like mine, appear in my mind, and I heard low howls, even though all that could be heard in the ballroom were people talking and soft background music.

I felt my skin burn as if someone were watching me-I was sure of it. I looked around, but no one had their eyes on me. Yet something told me that someone definitely was. I heard a voice in my mind say, "Look up, Lyla." When I looked up, his water-green eyes met mine, and my heart raced, making my breathing grow heavier. That's when I heard the faint sound of the word "mate." Maybe I was hallucinating, maybe Any was just overly excited, or perhaps my heart was playing tricks on me. Whatever it was, I knew he had never looked so handsome. It had never felt so good to see him as it did in that moment.

I couldn't have been more wrong-Nick Marshall could never be my partner. My family has never been among the traditional families of the pack; we're more like the common folk, the working class.

"Any, are you sure?" I ask in my mind, watching Any as she continues pacing back and forth.

"Yes, Lyla, they're ours."

"You know that could never happen, don't you? We'll be rejected-I just know it."

Any stays silent, as if bracing herself for the worst moment of our lives. Being rejected would be a disgrace to our family. There has never been such a great rejection in our history. My eyes burn, and my hands are sweating. I thank the gods that I'm alone at this moment.

I couldn't have been more wrong-Nick Marshall could never be my partner. My family has never been among the traditional families of the pack; we're more like the common folk, the working class.

"Any, are you sure?" I ask in my mind, watching Any as she continues pacing back and forth.

"Yes, Lyla, they're ours."

"You know that could never happen, don't you? We'll be rejected-I just know it."

Any stays silent, as if bracing herself for the worst moment of our lives. Being rejected would be a disgrace to our family. There has never been such a great rejection in our history. My eyes burn, and my hands are sweating. I thank the gods that I'm alone at this moment.

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“Lyla Lansky is not happy at all. She's about to turn eighteen, and with that comes all the formality of the annual ball where her wolf will either be received or not. But Lyla received her wolf some time ago, and that's uncommon in her pack-something that usually only happens with royalty. Lyla fears being an outcast in her pack. She knows all too well the fate of outcasts, which is why she's been hiding her wolf from everyone. But that's not her only worry. Lyla doesn't like being the center of attention, wearing ball gowns, and knowing that on that night, she might also meet her fated mate, which terrifies her. Lyla is scared of who her mate might be and afraid of being rejected. Her mother, Lily Lansky, is the Omega of the Luna of the SilverPack, to which Lyla also belongs. What she hid, though, was that despite her awkwardness, she received a beautiful and strong wolf, and she could never have imagined that her fated mate would be none other than an Alpha-the very one all the others desire!”
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Chapter 2 Home

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Chapter 3 Memories

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Chapter 4 POV Tyler Blackwood

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Chapter 5 Tyler Saw My Wolf

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Chapter 6 Waterfall

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Chapter 7 Dancing at the Club

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Chapter 8 POV is Beck's

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Chapter 9 Looking with different eyes

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Chapter 10 Errors

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Chapter 11 Vacation

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Chapter 12 Jealousy

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Chapter 13 Luna Raya's Point of View

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Chapter 14 A kiss

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