Knocking softly before stepping inside, Elaine entered the room, her heart light and overflowing. She could hardly contain the joy that bubbled within her, and it showed in every step she took, every smile that touched her lips. Happiness radiated from her like sunlight breaking through the clouds. Inside sat the most important figures of the Silverblade Pack. At the center was Alpha Efrein, a man whose presence commanded both respect and loyalty with a single glance, and beside him was Luna Beatrice, serene and graceful, her strength woven into every word and every smile she offered. Elaine's gaze then found her parents. Her father, Beta Richard, standing tall and proud as always, and her mother, Lucille, whose warmth seemed to wrap the room in comfort. Her sister, Kathy, sat nearby, eyes filled with curiosity and excitement. And finally, her eyes landed on him. Michael. Her fated mate. The one who had claimed her heart with nothing more than a single look. The one who would someday lead as Alpha. Even now, Elaine's chest tightened at the memory of last night, when their bond had revealed itself at his welcome-back celebration. Michael had returned from two long years of training at the prestigious Alpha School, his strength and leadership sharpened, his future assured. Yet all of that faded to the background the moment their eyes met across the crowded room. Elaine would never forget that instant-the moment the mate bond snapped into place. It was as if the world had gone quiet, leaving only the two of them, drawn together by a force older than time itself. She remembered the rush of heat in her veins, the spark of recognition that shot through her soul, and the overwhelming certainty that she belonged to him and he to her. The feeling had been indescribable, yet unforgettable. The sudden sense of being complete, as though every piece of her life had fallen into place. Her wolf had howled with joy inside her, pressing against her chest, demanding she move closer, touch him, claim him. And when Michael's eyes locked with hers, she knew he felt the same. The future Alpha, her destined mate. Now, standing in the same room as her family and her leaders, with Michael only a few steps away, Elaine felt the bond thrumming between them, alive and unbreakable. It was more than happiness-it was destiny unfolding before her very eyes The love at first sight, the protectiveness, possessiveness, and the overwhelming emotion of joy. Her wolf howl and purred of happiness for finding her fated. The one wolf that was created for her, the wolf that is only hers. Michael closed the distance between them, his steady steps sending her heart into chaos. His scent enveloped her, strong and irresistible, making her mouth water and her wolf stir with longing. She smiled through her racing heartbeat, unable to hold back. Throwing herself into his arms, she kissed him without hesitation. Sparks erupted across her body, tingling and pulsing in ways that made her breathless. "Mate," Elaine whispered, joy trembling in her voice. "My mate." His eyes burned into hers. "Mate," Michael returned, his voice low, rough with restraint. "We need to go somewhere quiet and talk." But Elaine already knew. She would go anywhere with him. Since she was a child, she had imagined this moment, dreamed of the bond, and promised herself that she would give her mate everything she was. The fact that he was the future Alpha only made her more determined to be the Luna he needed. In his room, the air thickened, charged with something neither of them could deny. Before Michael could speak, she kissed him again-hungry, desperate. The connection between them burned hotter, each touch intensifying until it felt impossible to pull away. She is not ashamed. He is her mate! And she will make sure that he knows that she only belongs to him. She was told that male wolf, especially alpha are possessive with their mate. They have the tendency to show that their mate belongs only to them and Elaine wanted Michael to know that he is the only male in her life. He pressed her closer, his lips moving from hers to her neck, tracing fire across her skin. She gasped, clutching his shirt, her inexperience clashing with the instinctive knowledge that this was right. This was hers. This was them. The kiss started as slow but then changes to something hot and needy. Their hands feel like they have their own minds. Michael lips move from her lips to her neck, and his fingers play with her n*****s. She had never been touched like this, but Michael's touch is like fire to her body, she can feel it to her core. She touch his abs and chest, feeling all his muscles and she can feel his heartbeat, pounding in his chest. This makes her want him more. Sliding her hands to his lower body until she touch her hard rock c**k. Michael pushed her to the bed, hold her hands above her head, and kissed her long and wet. He removed her dress and continued kissing her n*****s, playing with his tongue, biting, and sucking. While his hands continue their exploration until they reach her core. "You're too tight, my mate. Did you save yourself for me?" He asked. "Tell me," he said when she did not answer. "Yes, only for you," Elaine's response. "I am yours and yours alone." "You're mine," Michael growled softly, his breath hot against her ear. Elaine, heart pounding, whispered back, "Only yours. Always yours." The words broke something in him. His kiss deepened, claiming her with unspoken promises. She melted against him, her body alive with need, every nerve singing in response to his touch. Elaine can see the happiness in Michael's eyes with her declaration and continues kissing her. His lips move from her n*****s down to her stomach, stays a bit on her belly button then continue to her core. His tongue played with her clit, licking, biting, and sucking the small bud. While his fingers, in and out of her core. She can feel her core tightens, preparing for her first orgasm. "Let go, mate. Give me all your first. Let's see how you come and let me taste it," Michael said. "I can feel you p***y sucking my fingers. Can see your clit wet and needy. Let go, mate!" So she did. "Don't think I am done with you, mate." Michael said then turn Elaine and entered her in one fluid motion. Elaine gasped at the intrusion but felt complete. It likes having something that is dentine to her. "I am sorry, mate, but I cannot wait any longer." Michael said. "I am yours," Elaine whispered, her voice trembling with devotion. "Yours to do what you want. This is us. You can take me however you want, my mate." Her eyes never left his, and he could see the truth shining there. She meant every word. Her trust was complete, her surrender not from weakness but from the strength of the bond tying them together. Michael's breath caught at her declaration. The mate bond pulsed between them, alive and unyielding, wrapping around his heart like chains forged from destiny itself. He had dreamed of this moment, but hearing her words, seeing her so willing and open, ignited something fierce inside him. Their bodies moved together, guided not by thought but by instinct, as though the bond itself controlled them. Michael gave all of himself to her-every ounce of strength, every drop of passion, every unspoken promise. Each motion deepened their connection, sealing it in ways words never could. The sounds that filled the room were more than physical. They were the raw, unfiltered language of two souls finally finding their other half. Her soft cries, his low growls, the rhythm of their heartbeats-it was a song only mates could create, one of possession, devotion, and destiny colliding all at once. Elaine clung to him, overwhelmed by the rush of emotions. Every movement of his body inside hers sent sparks flooding through her veins, each one carrying both pleasure and love. She felt as though her heart would burst from the intensity of it, from the sheer rightness of being with him. "Michael..." She gasped, her voice breaking as tears welled in her eyes-not from pain, but from the overwhelming truth of it all. "You're everything. My mate. My Alpha." Her words pushed him to the edge. He kissed her fiercely, claiming her lips as his hands held her as though he would never let go. He couldn't-he wouldn't. She was his, and he was hers, bound by a force greater than either of them could ever fight. And as they moved together, losing themselves in the fire of their bond, both knew that this night was not simply passion. It was the forging of something eternal.