Sold To Mate

Sold To Mate

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For almost a year, Jess and I had been inseparable. We laughed, loved, and made memories I thought would last a lifetime. But then, like a sudden gust of wind, everything changed. Two weeks ago, we made the difficult decision to end our relationship. It was as if the world had stopped turning, and all the joy we once shared had vanished into thin air.

Chapter 1 C1

Logan Pov

Logan sat at the bar, nursing his drink as he surveyed the room. The dimly lit space was filled with

As I made my way downstairs, one of my packmates suddenly cried, "He's here!" The words echoed through the air, causing my heart to race with anticipation.

I quickened my pace, eager to see who had arrived. The room was filled with a low murmur of voices as I stood there, surrounded by my closest friends and pack members. Suddenly, Jasper's voice rose above the rest as he began to sing the familiar tune of 'Happy Birthday.' As the song continued, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the people in my life who had gathered to celebrate with me.

As I approached the landing, my pack followed closely behind. With each step, I could feel their presence growing more muscular, their energy pulsing through the air.

And when I finally reached the landing, I couldn't help but lean against the railing and let out a wide grin. It was a moment of pure joy, camaraderie, and unity as we stood together, basking in the glow of our shared triumph.

The room erupted in a chorus of voices, singing the familiar tune as Logan stood before his cake, a smile spreading across his face.

He closed his eyes and made a wish, blowing out the candles in one swift breath. The room erupted in applause as Logan beamed with joy. As the song's last note fades away, the room explodes into a cacophony of applause, whistles, and cheers. The performers bask in the adulation, their faces beaming with pride and satisfaction.

The audience members rose to their feet, their hands clapping in unison as they appreciated the stunning performance. As I stepped into the crowded room, I could feel the eyes of my peers on me. The guys quickly closed in, offering their congratulations and well-wishes with hearty pats on the back.

Meanwhile, the girls held back, watching me with curiosity and apprehension. It was as if they were waiting for something, but I couldn't quite grasp what it was.

Logan Patton, the son of Alpha James Patton, had just turned seventeen. As the sun rose over the horizon, I felt a sense of anticipation building within me. Today was the day that I, like so many males before me, would embark on the journey to find my mate. It was a tradition passed down through generations of our pack and one I had eagerly awaited.

As I set out into the forest, my senses were heightened, every sound and scent seeming to hold a new significance. I knew that my mate was out there somewhere, waiting for me to find her. For hours I roamed through the woods, my heart beating faster. For months, she had been eagerly anticipating this moment.

It was something that had consumed her thoughts and filled her dreams. And now, finally, it was here. The excitement was almost too much to bear as she prepared for what would come. Over the years, the sight of 'her' had brought joy to countless Wolves. It was a familiar scene: their faces would light up with happiness as they caught a glimpse of her, and they would emerge from the encounter with a newfound sense of contentment.

She couldn't believe her luck. The opportunity presented itself before her, and she couldn't resist. Who wouldn't want that? The thought lingered in her mind as she weighed

The feeling of having a mate was simply fantastic! I couldn't help but feel grateful for having a mate like her. Unlike some girls who would get on my nerves with constant chatter about shopping and fashion, she was refreshingly different. Her interests were varied, and her conversations were constantly engaging.

I cherished the moments we spent together, knowing that I could always be myself with her. He couldn't help but notice how different she was from his past girlfriends. She didn't obsess over her appearance, constantly checking her makeup or fussing with her hair. And when they went out to eat, she didn't order a measly salad like some of his exes had. No, she enjoyed real food just as much as he did.

Being with someone who didn't need to put on a facade or conform to societal expectations was refreshing. She furrowed her brow and cocked her head to the side, her eyes fixed on him. "Like, what's up with that?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint. The moon was high, casting an eerie glow over the forest. Walking through the dense trees, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. As I thought about the prospect of being intimate with my mate, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. I knew our physical connection would be unlike anything I had experienced with other partners.

A specific chemistry between us was undeniable, and I was eager to explore it further. What made the idea of being with my mate even more appealing was that I didn't have to worry about jealousy or control issues. In the past, I dated a few girls who had exhibited those traits, quickly leading to the demise of those relationships. But with my mate, I felt a rare sense of trust and security. I knew our time together would be passionate, intense respectful, and loving. And that was precisely what I was looking for in a partner.

No. He gazed at her with a sense of awe. She was everything he had ever dreamed of and more. Her beauty was unparalleled, her grace unmatched. He gazed across the crowded room, searching for her. He knew exactly what he sought - a girl who embodied all his desired qualities. She would be intelligent, witty, and confident. She would have a smile that lit up the room and an infectious laugh.

As he scanned the sea of faces, As she gazed out the window, her mind wandered to thoughts of love and companionship. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have a mate - someone to share her life with, laugh with, and cry with. It was a dream she had held onto for years, and now, finally, the time had come to make it a reality. With a sense of excitement and anticipation, she set out on her journey.

The air was thick with tension as the room fell silent. All eyes were fixed on the center of the space, waiting with bated breath for what was to come next. The anticipation was palpable as if the atmosphere held its breath.

As he walked through the crowded room, he couldn't help but notice how every girl's eyes seemed to follow him. He knew they all hoped to be the one he chose as his mate. It was a feeling he had grown accustomed to, but it still made him feel powerful and desired. For weeks, the same refrain had been echoing through the town. It was a sentiment shared by all, whispered in hushed tones and spoken aloud with a sense of resignation. At least, that's what everyone's been saying.

He walked through the halls of the school with a confident swagger, knowing that all eyes were on him. It wasn't arrogance, just the simple fact that he was one of the most popular guys in school. Girls giggled as he passed by, and the guys gave him nods of respect. He didn't need to brag about it, but it was nice to know that he was well-liked and respected by his peers. As the words left his lips, a sense of pride and responsibility washed over him. He knew that being the next Alpha came with great expectations and duties, but he was ready to take on the challenge.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as he thought about his future mate, who would stand by his side as Luna and the co-leader of their pack. It was a daunting thought, but he was determined to be the best Alpha for his pack and his mate. The honor was immense, one that only a select few Wolves could ever hope to attain.

He scanned the room, his eyes darting from one girl to the next. He knew his mate was somewhere; he just had to find her. He made eye contact with each girl, hoping to feel that spark of recognition. But each time, he was disappointed.

None of them were the ones he was looking for. He continued his search, his heart beating faster with each passing moment. Finally, he saw her. She was standing in the corner, her eyes locked on his.

He knew in that instant that he had found his mate. The tradition had been passed down for generations, so it was ingrained in everyone's mind to remain silent and still. The air was thick with anticipation as they all stood in hushed reverence, waiting for what would come. The festive atmosphere was palpable as families gathered to celebrate the occasion.

Even the little ones, their parents accompanied, seemed to be on their best behavior. The air was filled with excitement and anticipation as everyone eagerly awaited the start of the festivities.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and savored the moment. The world around her faded as she focused on the present. For a brief moment, she felt at peace. As I take a deep breath, my nostrils are filled with scents. The sweet fragrance of perfume dances delicately with the sharp tang of deodorant while a faint odor of sweat lingers in the air, reminiscent of the boys' locker room. To my left, I heard a soft shuffling sound that caught my attention.

As I turned my head, I noticed someone in the front row scratching an itch, their nails lightly grazing against their skin. The sound echoed through the room, breaking the silence and distracting me from the task. The foyer was utterly silent except for the crowd's collective breath. It was as if they were all holding their breath in anticipation.

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