His Young Mate

Celia POV

"After the mating ceremony with me, you will leave Dark Moon pack and serve me at home. Besides, you have to give birth to a pup for me within a year!"

The man said condescendingly.

I felt a surge of anger and disbelief. How could my stepmother Sarah have sold me off to another pack's Beta?

This middle-aged man, with thinning hair and a protruding belly, seemed dissatisfied with my appearance.

He asked, "How tall are you?"

I took a sip of my coffee and replied calmly, "5.6 feet."

Keaton nodded, saying, "That's acceptable. I'm nearly 5.9 feet tall. Our height difference will be cute when we kiss. You'll have to stand on your tiptoes, but that's okay. I can bend down a bit."

I rolled my eyes at him.

"You're wrong, sir."

He frowned. "What do you mean?"

Just then, a tall, stern-looking man entered the coffee shop.

I immediately seized the opportunity and approached him.

"Excuse me, I really need your help!" I said, grabbing his tie and pulling him down.

I stood on my tiptoes and gently kissed his lips.

"Do you see? You should at least be as tall as him to make a girl tiptoe to kiss you!" I declared triumphantly.

The man seethed in anger, pointing at me.

"You shameless woman! How dare you kiss a man so casually? Just wait, I'll tell everyone about it! You'll be infamous in all packs, and you will never find a mate!"

I smiled, "Do you think I'm afraid of you? Go ahead! This is even better! I don't need a mate!"

After this got out, who else would my stepmother be able to sell me to?

I sneered at Keaton and pushed him away, then turned to the tall man who had stood up for me.

"Thank you for your help! Bye!"

But before I could leave, a cold hand grabbed my wrist, stopping me.

A deep, icy voice reached my ears.

"You kissed me forcefully. Do you think you can just walk away like this?"

I felt a chilling aura emanating from the man as I looked up at his strikingly handsome face.

He had a mature and meticulous hairstyle, with deep, dangerous eyes and a sharpness that sent shivers down my spine.

I shivered subconsciously.

The man, his gaze dark as a storm, was about to speak. His subordinate received a call and approached with urgency.

"My Alpha, there's a change in situation! Kaitlyn's flight encountered severe weather conditions and was forced to turn back. She won't be able to make it to the country tonight, but your mating ceremony is scheduled for this evening. What should we do now?"

I grew increasingly impatient. "Can you let go of me, please?"

The man turned his cold, calculating gaze toward me, his eyes revealing a glint.

"She can replace Kaitlyn."

A sense of unease washed over me, and I asked cautiously, "What do you mean?"

His eyes narrowed, and he uttered a chilling statement, his voice sharp as ice.

"I want you to take responsibility, for kissing me."

I couldn't help but wear a bewildered expression.

"Responsibility? For a kiss? That's ridiculous!" I said, "I gave you my first kiss, and I didn't ask for anything!"

He raised an eyebrow. "First kiss?"

I sighed regretfully, "Yes. I had kept my first kiss for almost 20 years!"

His expression turned cold, and he spoke in a low, menacing tone.

"Take her away, Calvin."

Before I knew it, I was being escorted out by several men in black suits and shoved into a black car.

At a manor in Black Mist pack, the guests were abuzz with speculation.