Absolutely Fated to You

My parents really made sure that I'd be arriving in style at the guest packs.

Before me stood a pitch-black, shiny Tahoe SUV with dark-tinted windows, the latest model, fully loaded. My bags were already in the back. On the passenger seat was a food bridge packed with snacks, as well as a cooler holding various brands of drinks.

The pack knew I loved our own brewed Parbo Radler or Parbo Chiller, they were better than all those international brands that humans made.

Mom opened the car door, and the Alpha just picked me up like I weighed nothing and dropped my giggling self in the driver’s seat. I loved VIP treatment and they knew it. Dad digitally started the car before handing me the key. I shifted to Drive, slowly exiting from the packhouse entrance with one hand dipping into a bag of rose petals.

As I left, I tossed the roses into the air as a token of my deep love for my pack family. As I looked in the mirror, I saw them all smiling and waving at me. I cherished them so much, this was not the last they’d see of me.

I was driving on the hard road now, still within pack territory.

My mood was lifting. I rummaged through the car's dashboard, looking for some CDs that matched my current state of mind. Ah, here we go! Michael Bolton would do perfectly. Yes! I inserted the CD and in no time, the love song began playing. I sang my lungs out along with it.

As this was an old song, I knew the lyrics by heart. I never imagined how these words would perfectly describe my life and emotions in the past.

“You are the one, you are the oneeeeeeee,” I screamed at the top of my lungs with one hand lively stretched out of the car window. Michael Bolton, do you know where my mate is?

It would take me at least half an hour to get to the border of the pack land. No, I wouldn’t go rogue. The Alpha had demanded that I stay connected to the pack until I really found my mate. Only then could I join his pack. Therefore, after crossing the border, I would not sever ties with Moonlight.

I took in the woods on both sides of the road. Every tree and bush, no matter how small, was crucial to us werewolves as we needed them to let our wolves run free and reunite our beastly and human halves. Our wolf represented the other half of our being.

Moonlight was one of the most feared packs on this side of the world.

We consisted of more than two thousand members and were continuously expanding our numbers. Both men and women underwent training to ensure that we were capable of defending ourselves from frequent rogue attacks. Our steady growth could also be the result of our fierce intimacy. Yes, werewolves tended to be passionate creatures, possibly explaining why we produced a lot of pups. We were also known for our cases of multiple births.

Most interesting, though, was our love life in total. Once mated, we were monogamous.

We didn’t have multiple pups with different fathers; rather, we remained faithful to our destined partner until death. Males could only impregnate their mates, and if one died, the other could become insane or even suicidal and eventually be killed for their own good. Weird, but true. For that reason, every mate had the responsibility to keep their other half happy and healthy.

Therefore, to ensure that mates were compliant with this obligation, the Moon Goddess had created a mate bond. It was a strong emotional and physical connection. Mates would constantly crave their partner. We could do the deed for hours, nonstop. Our ‘instruments’ were custom-made. Unlike humans, after hours of use, the flower settled back to the same tightness that our mate enjoyed. We didn’t need steam or hot herbal baths as a fix to get ready for the next round.

It was no surprise that lots of packs had steady population growth. Yes, of course, there must have been a lot of mates finding each other. As for pack members like me who couldn’t find their fated, it was a no-go.

Getting close to the border at present, I sensed someone watching me.

I exhaled deeply. I wasn’t afraid of rogues; they were scared of me. Pretty sure it must have been a pack warrior on surveillance. I took some speed off, just to make sure I had a positive guess of my stalker.

Yeah, there he was.

Johnston was the most wanted hottie in the pack. Adonis by sight, strong as Delilah’s Samson, and an amazing romantic lover. But he was not my fated. Surely, we tried hard to force a mate bond to no avail. We were the proof that the Moon Goddess couldn’t be persuaded in this matter. The Almighty God gave her the ultimate permission to forge the mate bond for her own good purpose and match up whoever she wanted.

Johnston and I, how outstanding it would have been! The pack's sexiest with the unrivaled beautiful girl. Our potential mating had already prompted people to start guessing what our pups would look like.

Johnston had white blonde hair with forest green eyes and a fair coffee-colored skin tone as if he had just enjoyed the Caribbean sun. On the other hand, I had fair skin along with red hair and unique gray eyes. People were really busy mixing up our physics to portray the many pups that Johnston and I would produce. But on his eighteenth birthday, this dream was shattered. Well, all were disappointed. No mates, no pups. Sorry.

“Jooooohnston,” I stretched his name to Michael Bolton's rhythm. With a smirk on his face, he closed the gap to my car.

“What’s up, Johnston?" I inquired, tilting my eyebrows at his sheepish grin.