"And this shall mark the crowning of the warrior alpha.
Alpha Demix"
And after that, nothing remained the same. I, Alpha Demix was honored with the title. Silver moon pack which has been my fathers became my own.
It has been decades since our pack was cursed by a witch known for crucifying humans to the devil. My grandfather, alpha Michael Corvin was the alpha at that time, since then his life has been deteriorating.
He was attacked by my uncle Connor, his older son for the title after which my father, being the second son stepped in for the role.
Connor ran away as soon as he attacked grandfather which led the whole pack into a state of panic. The whole pack is disrupted into chaos watching the horror that my uncle Connor has become.
The day of my father's crowning ceremony was when I lost my mom. It still sends shivers down my spine as I recall the scene.
My father became a monster that day. A monster whose soul was taken from him.
He killed Connor ruthlessly with his claws and chewed every piece of flesh from his body.
I have never seen something as disturbing in my whole life, I was 12 at that time and my siblings, Cassie and Lucas were both 8 as they were twins.
Turning eighteen, today I take over the role and free my father from the duties which took away his happiness from him.
I have seen him weeping day and night. The pain of losing his mate, as he described was drenching his soul. The only thing which kept him on the verge of sanity was me and the pack.
Every time he looked at me, he saw a glimpse of mom which kept him going. He was getting crazier day by day and if it wasn't for the strong alpha blood running through his veins, he would have died within a month.
As we were trying to get over the loss of mom, we also lost Cassie and Lucas.
That's when my father went downhill. My already broken dad started hunting, killing, so much to the extent that his beta had to control the pack for a few months.
Becoming the alpha, my father had to weep the loss of 2 of his kids and I was the only descendent who survived 18 years of my life.
This earned me the title of warrior.
I am now 18 and this is the day my whole pack has been waiting for.
However, the curse might have already started rooting in my life. Every werewolf meets his mate when he turns 18 no matter how far she is, the moon goddess always makes sure.
The problem is, I have been 18 for the past two months. I should have met my mate till now but I haven't. The two months went by at a slow agonizing pace as I had to prove every day that I am worthy, that the Moon goddess chose me to become the alpha. But it wasn't that which was hurting me, it was my mate. Not meeting her was terrifying.
Rumors say that if you don't meet your mate when you're 18, they might not even be alive anymore.
But I feel it, I feel like she's out there, I just need to be patient. Moreover, if anything happened to her, I would have been batshit crazy till now. Which I'm not.
The pack is slowly losing its faith. But they respect us, they respect everything my family has gone through.
It is my duty as an alpha to keep them safe and make them feel safe.
As for my mate, I know she's safe and she's out there. No matter how much I'll have to wait, I'll wait. Because when you meet your mate, the bond is something you can not describe in words.
Almost most of my life I have been alone and fighting, but that one person will make it worth it.
And for that, I will do whatever I'll have to do.