Moonrise Hunt Rejected Mates Book 1

The allure of the night of mating has always captivated me, instilling a sense of hope and endless possibilities within the pack. It goes beyond simply bringing the pack together or offering a break from the chaos of city life. Mating nights hold the power to ignite a flicker of optimism, urging us to envision a future that we believe we can attain.

The air is charged with anticipation as the pack prepares for this significant event.

My closest friend, Molly, is visibly flustered by the upcoming festivities.

"I just can't seem to get my braid right," she grumbles, her frustration evident.

Sensing her unease, I position myself behind her, gently taking hold of her hair.

"Your braid looks great," I assure her, although I begin to comb through it with my fingers, offering a soothing touch.

Deep down, I understand that her anxiety stems from more than just her appearance. Tonight holds immense significance for her.

"You'll find a wonderful match, I'm sure," I reassure her, attempting to ease her worries.

"The odds are in your favor this year. There are eleven eligible men and only five women."

Molly nods, finding solace in the numbers.

"At least I won't be left without a partner," she remarks, acknowledging the favorable gender ratio within our pack.

However, I can't help but voice my concerns.

"We shouldn't settle for that," I respond.

"We need more women. The fact that there are so few of us..." I trail off, aware that this is not the time to dwell on the challenges we face as a pack.

Tonight is meant for celebration, a night to revel in the possibilities that lie ahead.

Molly's voice trembles with uncertainty as she asks, "Do you think we'll be able to have healthy pregnancies?"

She is plagued by doubts about our reproductive capabilities.

"The alpha will pair us with someone who offers the best chance of a successful pregnancy," I explain, drawing from the knowledge instilled in us since childhood.

While it is a comforting thought, it also signifies the gravity of the situation.

"I have this fantasy that I'll be the one to triumph," Molly admits, her voice filled with longing.

"To carry a baby to term."

I empathize with her deeply.

It is a rare achievement in our world, particularly under the influence of the Inverse Moon.

Curiosity gleams in Molly's eyes as she inquires, "Who are you hoping to be paired with?"

I deflect the question, feeling as though it would be tempting fate to reveal my desires.

However, Molly sees right through me, a knowing smile gracing her lips.

"You want Vermon, don't you?" she states, her words sending a surge of warmth coursing through my veins.

Of course, I long for his companionship.

Vermon is not only the most attractive man within our crew but in the entire pack, in my opinion.

I have harbored a crush on him for years, and now that I have reached the age of mating, I am determined to be with him, regardless of whether he becomes my alpha mate.