Chosen By The Moon



"This is no time to make jokes. I'm serious; I can't lose you. You have to promise me you'll be ok, or Oliver and I will come back ourselves." Oh... I hadn't even thought about my words as I blurted out Oliver's name and paused, waiting to hear my father's response.

"Whose Oliver?" Shoot... well, it's better to bite the bullet, I suppose.

"I'm mates to royal beta Oliver, dad." I swallowed. Ready and waiting for the onslaught of questions that were about to come my way.

"I'm so sorry; I wouldn't wish that fate on anyone. I wanted so much better for you." He just sounded deflated. It was as if finding someone who genuinely made me happy was just the worst feeling in the world.

"Dad, I like him... I really like him. He's... he's my soulmate, and he's kind, he, he treats me right." I found myself smiling like crazy as I thought about him. All I wanted now was for the world to know exactly who we were to each other. I wanted to wear his mark, and I had every intention of giving him my permission tonight while we both resided in the pack house for the night.

"I'm glad you're happy... I hope one day I'll be able to meet him outside of the palace setting." I knew he wouldn't jump for joy at my news, but he could have shown a little more enthusiasm for me. Just because he didn't like his mate, it didn't mean I had to dislike mine.

"Carlos... it's time!" I heard the doctor's voice down the phone and frowned, already knowing we had to hang up the call. I didn't want to. I hadn't seen or spoken to him in 3 years, but now I am finally able to hear his voice. The voice I had dreamt of for three years, and I had to just let him go.

"No, just two more..." A consistent

long beep... That's all that I was met with, which meant that he had to bę

cut off quickly, the call had been disconnected so abruptly that I was worried he might have been caught. Had he really been found on the phone by someone who shouldn't have seen him? Was he getting punished or worse.

"For fucks sake! "I growled loudly as My anger grew enough to throw the phone in my temper; it was the wall of the room was in, which in turn alerted my soul mate. He came out of the bathroom so fast that I just knew he had finished whatever he was doing and was simply yet patiently waiting for me to finish my phone call. "He's going to die!" I admitted as I looked at Oliver, tears once again taking over my features. "He's going to die, and there's nothing I can do about it." From NôvelDrama.Org.

"Hey..." The royal beta was quick in running over to me; his arms then hastily engulfed me into a firm hug, and my own wrapped around him as I finally allowed my tears to fall. "Carlo is stubborn; he's not going to succumb without a fight first."

"Why would someone be so cruel? Why would someone want to hurt their mate so bad that it would kill them?!" I was confused. I had heard about it from Dylan, obviously, but hearing it from my dad as well, that hit me. How many wolves were out there that could harm their mate?

"Do you think we will win? This battle I mean, do you actually think our side has a shot of dethroning the king?" Oliver looked unsure, but there was something else swimming within his eyes, that was determination.