Shayan's pov.
This long-awaited day is here.
I pulled my father's big portrait picture from the wall in my room where it has always been and stared at it intensely.
"Father," I called as if he was in the room to hear me.
"I wish you were here to see this day. Today, I will take hold of our enemies and bring their precious jewel to us." Tears of joy and triumph dripped from my eyes.
I was my father's favorite son because he loved my mom more than all his other mates and didn't care to hide it.
Why he hated the Native Shadow pack was a mystery to everyone, and he had refused to tell me, despite asking him severely.
Consciously and subconsciously he managed to instill the hate he had for them in me, but I was determined to do my best to love and protect my betrothed mate because I was told, she possesses supernatural powers that are beyond ordinary in the regular werewolf world.
I glanced at my image in the mirror, admiring my choice of clothing. My intention is simple; look handsome and breathtaking for my mate.
I had spent the entire night thinking of what she would look like, my father had always described how beautiful she was and how unique and colorful her eyes were. He really wanted her for me and gratefully, today I will bring her to his pack.
A short and mischievous smile escaped my lips.
"I hope she loves me," I muttered, raising my eyebrow and licking my lower lips.
The door swung open, and Carla walked in seductively.
"What in the moon's name are you doing here?" I asked angrily.
"Relax, Shayan."
"Don't you dare address me by my name again, I'm the Alpha of this pack, address me accordingly," I fired back at her, my voice as firm as solid crystal.
She shook in fear, her body trembling, as she had never seen this part of me before.
"As you already know, I'm going to bring my mate today, and I have to be in my best temperament to welcome my virgin mate, so don't piss me off. One more thing, she is not a whore like you," I said, glaring at her.
I watched her lips twitch and the tears she had been trying so hard to hold rolled down her cheek.
"Now...." I hadn't finished my sentence when she opened the door and ran outside in tears.
"Bitch!" I cursed.
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My lips quivered, and I clenched my jaw.
Was this nervousness I felt?
I rubbed my palms together to get warmth, sitting calmly with my men, Scarlet, and a few members of the elder council. I stared at the members of the council of the Native shadow pack, and their pack members, who were gathered in the field.
It was taking much more time than expected, we didn't plan any ceremony. My mission was simple; take my mate and go.
I bowed my head, waiting patiently, only to be tapped from behind by one of my men.
I raised my head, and I was met with a sight that blew my mind.
There she was, my betrothed mate, once I saw her different colorful eyes, I knew she was the one. My gorgeous mate.
Her hourglass figure sat well on her wafer-thin body, her hair as dark as midnight swayed over her shoulders. She must be a goddess.
The stateliness in her posture was magnificent, and I sensed bravery.
I watched as an older woman whispered something into her ear, she nodded and began to walk towards me.
"Father, had a good eye," I muttered, a short smile escaping my lips.
She furrowed her perfectly shaped eyebrow as she saw me staring at her. I gulped at being caught.
When she came closer, and I held her in my arms, I noticed her long and dark eyelashes blinking nervously.
"You are safe, my Luna," I whispered, wondering if she heard me.
She seems to be engulfed by the very essence of elegance and grace. Her skin was as smooth as silk, she glanced at me and I saw her almond-shaped gleaming colorful eyes. Her right eye was deep golden yellow and her left eye was a deep green color.
Her lips were curvy and tender, it was redder than the color red itself. Her dainty nose contributed harmoniously to her breathtaking facial features,
I was so engrossed by her beauty, that I didn't realize it was time for the rituals.
"Everybody, today we are gathered to give our final allegiance to the Night Walker pack for the continuity of peace and love," the gray-haired man declared, and the crowd shouted in agreement.
I called on Scarlet and ordered him to bring the instrument we intended to use for rituals.
A member of the council of elders from the other pack proceeded to start the ritual
My palm was slit and the blood oozing out was collected in a bowl, and the same was done with ivy's blood.
I stared at her as the small sharp knife pierced her palm and she didn't make a face. Father was right. She was brave indeed, and I admired that.
We rubbed our palms against each other for the blood to mix. The blood in the bowl was divided into two equal portions, one for our pack and the other for them.
The rituals were done, and we were ready to go. She went ahead to hug two different women whom she shared a striking resemblance with, the older woman kissed her forehead and the younger one squeezed her left hand.
The journey back to my pack began, and we traveled through cities and towns, we were a few hours close to our destination when Scarlet called for my attention.
"Alpha, we are in danger," he said. I could sense the nervousness, and fear in his voice as his hands were shaking on the steering.
I looked, and I saw hundreds of wolves circling us. We are under an attack.
"Rogues," Ivy murmured.