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Obviously I want to know who he is and what he looks like, but he's told me that he can't tell me yet. The yet implying that, one day, he will tell me.

I don't want to pressure him or scare him off. I've waited so long to meet my mate that I don't want to ruin it now.

Sure, it's a strange situation. I'm really not sure what Dawn makes of it and I don't blame her for judging a little. It's unheard of and unorthodox, but I'll take him any way I can get.

I wake at around eight o'clock. After checking the messages on my phone, I lie in bed for a while, enjoying my weekend lie-in.

I think back to last night. The best sex I've ever had and it's in the forest, in the dark, with a guy who is faceless to me.

I get horny again just thinking about him. His skilled hands, fingers, tongue...

I shimmy out of my shorts and kick them out of the bed. Lying on my back, I spread my legs and lay them open. My hand slides down my body, over my stomach and to my bare pussy. I'm wet already, no doubt a mixture of last night's activities, too.

I dip my fingers inside and feel some of my mate's come left over. I spread it over my pussy, smearing it across my labia to use as lube.

Making small circles around my clit with my index and middle finger, I bring myself to orgasm whilst picturing my mate.

I treat myself to two orgasms before I drag my horny ass from my bed and into the shower. I'm clean and refreshed when I come downstairs for breakfast.

I'm eating my breakfast when Bridget comes down. She looks over at me and smirks.

'How was lover boy last night?'

'Wonderful,' I reply with a sigh.

'Still no name or face?'

'Nope.'

'Fucking weird,' she comments under her breath.

She comes and sits next to me, cradling her coffee.

'Remember we have the meeting this afternoon,' she says. 'And the ceremony tomorrow.'

I scrunch my nose up and take a large bite of toast. 'Okay,' I mumble through my mouthful.

'You don't have to dress smart for the meeting, but you should for the ceremony, it's a big deal. We haven't had a new Alpha in forty years.'

I joined this pack two weeks ago and I'm still getting used to their customs. At my old pack, there were no meetings or ceremonies, and if there were, they certainly weren't mandatory.

I enjoyed my non-social life without responsibilities. I moved here because of my job and joined this pack for protection. I didn't realise how big they are on community.

I've yet to meet their Alpha or future Alpha. I've heard that the Alpha's son is taking over with his mate. His mate is the daughter of a neighbouring pack's Alpha and they're uniting the packs by becoming Alphas of both of the packs or something.

To be honest, I couldn't care less. But Bridget is dragging me to both events.

At the meeting this afternoon, the Alphas are going to announce their children as the new Alphas and, during the ceremony tomorrow, they will be officially made Alphas.

It all sounds rather boring, but I guess I have to go. They are offering me protection after all. From what, I'm not sure, but it's better to be safe than sorry.

I lounge about, enjoying my day off.

When Bridget starts fussing, I change into a light dress. She insists on me putting on some make-up and I reluctantly give in.

Half an hour before the meeting is due to start, Bridget drives us over to the pack house. The car park is full and people have started parking down the street in the forest.

'See! I told you we wouldn't be early,' Bridget whines as she parks on the grass.

People are already seated and waiting in the pack hall when we arrive, even though there is still nineteen minutes before it is due to start. These people are way too eager, I'm telling you.

Bridget finds us two seats about ten rows back from the stage. She thinks that's too far away, I'm not sure it's far enough. I feel kind of nervous being nearer the front. You know like when you go and see a comedian and you're worried they might pick on you? It's like that. It's an irrational feeling, considering that we're just going to be talked at for half an hour.

Slowly, the hall starts filling up until every seat is filled. It hits the top of the hour and the Alphas take to the stage. I recognise them from when they admitted me to the pack. They look like they're in their thirties, but I know that their age is double that.

The Alpha taps on the microphone and a hush falls on the crowd.

'Thank you all for coming this afternoon, it's great to see you all here, together,' he warmly welcomes us. 'We have asked for your presence today so that we can introduce your future Alphas. Tomorrow, they will officially take over the running of this pack.'

I kinda tune out, choosing to people watch instead. I only start concentrating again when everyone starts clapping. I clap along too, clueless as to what is happening.

One glance at the stage and I realise that the neighbouring Alphas have come up. A woman, I presume their daughter, is stood with them. She has a sweet face and dead-straight black hair.

'Our son, Remy, and his mate, Yvette, will be your new Alphas!'

Applause breaks out across the crowd, but my eyes are locked onto Remy.

Remy.

I can't look away from him. Something about him is so familiar. I feel like we've met before. Maybe I saw him when I visited the pack office to get my admittance forms.

He's incredibly attractive. He must be on the most handsome men I've ever seen.

Okay, he's the most handsome man I've ever seen.

He has olive-toned skin, black as night hair and brown eyes so dark that they might as well be black. From looking at his parents, I'd guess his heritage is Middle Eastern.

I barely hear a word of the speeches that follow. My eyes remain on him the whole time, I'm transfixed, unable to look away.

When it's over, the new Alphas stand at the doors and shake hands with everyone as they leave.

'I can't imagine that's hygienic,' I mutter to Bridget, who nudges me.

'Oh, stop. Just shake their damn hands.'

I reach the Luna first.

'Congratulations,' I say with a smile and shake her small hand.

'Thank you,' she replies plainly and smiles.

But the smile doesn't quite reach her eyes.

Interesting.

I move on to the Alpha next.

Remy.

I take his offered hands. The moment our skin touches, his eyes flick up and meet mine. It's like all time stops around us.

My skin buzzes with energy and becomes warm under his touch. Confusion and excitement rush through me.

Remy is my mate.

Alpha Remy, supposed to be with Luna Yvette on my left, is my mate.

The man shaking my hand and looking at me with startled panic, was balls-deep in me less than twenty-four hours ago.

'Thank you for coming,' he says smoothly, staring intently into my eyes. 'I hope to see you again soon.'

There is heavy implication to his words. He's trying to send me a message that I'll see him soon, probably tonight.

I let go of his hand and take a step back. I don't say anything, I'm not sure that I can.

Willing my feet to move, I turn and walk away, feeling my mate's eyes on me the whole time. He looked so hurt when I dropped his hand. There was pure panic in his eyes as he realised I was stood in front of him.

'That was rude,' Bridget scolds me. I grab her arm and pull her close. 'What is it? What's going on?'

'Keep your voice down and keep walking,' I order quietly, forcing a smile at a couple that say hi.

'What are you talking about?'

'Alpha Remy is my mate,' I hiss at her once we're a safe distance away.

'Fuck. Off.'

'Nope. It's true.'

Bridget looks back over her shoulder and then at me, her mouth agape.

'But, but...what? He's promised to Yvette! Holy crap and he had sex with you last night. Oh, my Goddess. What a prick!'

'Will you keep your voice down?' I whisper-shout.

We rush back to her car. The second we're in it and the door is closed, Bridget turns to me.

'What the fuck is going on? What is he playing at? I've known Yvette since I was a kid, she's lovely! She doesn't deserve this.'

I give her a deadpan look. 'Um, hi? I'm your best friend? I don't deserve this!'

Bridget's expression turns sympathetic. 'Oops, sorry. No, neither of you deserve it. What is Remy playing at? Surely he knew you'd find out.'

'You'd think, wouldn't you? Ugh, can we just go home? I need to get away from him.'

'Of course, girl.'

Bridget drives us home and I go straight up to my room. I feel numb, I don't even know what to feel or think.

This is crazy.

After an hour, Bridget comes up with a tub of ice cream and two spoons. She climbs into my bed and hands me a spoon.

She flicks through the channels and eventually puts on a rom-com. I pop the lid on the ice cream and we sit and eat it whilst watching TV.

I barely take any notice of the film or the plot. I keep thinking about Remy and Yvette.

Does she know? She must know! She'd be able to smell me on him. Unless he showered straight after...

But does she not wonder where he goes at midnight each night? Maybe they don't share a room.

This is all so confusing. He said that he couldn't tell me yet. When was he going to tell me? After he'd become Alpha, or after he'd marked Yvette?

The thought sends a burst of pain through my heart at the thought of it. This is bullshit.

Tonight, when I see him, I'm getting some fucking answers.

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Kinda funny but I've actually made a 'what to do if I suddenly die' document for my family. They've dubbed it the 'Doomsday scenario' and it's a list of instructions to follow if I die without warning lol.

It literally tells them how to navigate to my Wattpad profile wall and post an announcement that I've died and won't be writing anymore.

I've included the instructions to get to my 'stories' folder on my laptop and they know to posthumously publish all of my incomplete works on here as a final goodbye to my readers 😂

It might sound really morbid but I'd rather go knowing that everything is in place😂 L x