Mated to the Warg

Elleina’s POV

Lost. Utterly and completely lost. That’s the way I’ve felt for the past couple of weeks. Usually I would’ve turned to my father for guidance, but he died about three weeks ago from a rogue werewolf attack. He had already been hurt from a previous battle without enough time to heal, so they used his weakened state as the chance to attack. My father was a strong wolf, someone everybody looked up to. His death was a surprise to all, especially me. He was the Alpha of our pack and I was his only daughter. 

That wasn’t what had me feeling rocky in my own shoes, though. It was because for some odd reason, his Alpha powers had been transferred to me, instead of our Beta. A female Alpha is completely unheard of in the werewolf society. The Alpha title usually follows the chain of command if the Alpha dies without a male heir. My father’s powers should have gone to our Beta, Clayto. However, life decided to take a different turn by naming me the new Alpha of the Eternal Sapphire Pack, even though a female Alpha is nonexistent. I was supposed to be the future Luna and assume my place next to my mate’s side. He would become Alpha and Clayto would rightfully pass the title to him when that day came. That plan has obviously changed.

The mark of the Alpha had appeared on the inside of my right forearm under the full moon two weeks ago. We were outside of the pack house, in the middle of my father’s funeral. All the members of the pack and I were grieving when a burning sensation spread through my right arm. I yelped in pain, gaining the attention of everyone around me. Many jumped to their feet to see if I was okay, but were instantly shocked into silence when I pulled up my sleeve to reveal a red crescent shaped moon with a blue line that crossed through it diagonally: the notorious symbol of an Alpha. I never understood the expression ‘you could hear a pin drop’ until that moment. Their stunned silence was so deafening, that it had my ears ringing, begging for someone to say something. Clayto, thankfully, rushed to my defense and ushered me into the house, so we could make some sense of what the mark meant. We were all blindsided, since I was a girl and so young, only at the ripe age of seventeen. Unfortunately, that made me the youngest Alpha in history. Respect didn’t come easily from other packs when the Alpha is that young, plus a girl.

It took a few days for our pack to settle down, as we were all unsure of how to handle the fact that I was the new Alpha. They’ve been surprisingly supportive and accepting of the whole situation. You would think they would rebel against a female Alpha, but they were loyal to my father. They accepted me holding the title out of respect for him, even Clayto. He swore his allegiance to me stating that he would continue to be my Beta.

Word has already spread throughout the werewolf community about our abnormal situation and several male werewolves have already lined up to make me theirs. I can’t wait to find my true mate, but these males seem to believe that mating with me will automatically give them the Alpha title and power, whether I’m their true mate or not. I’m a typical seventeen-year-old girl who dreams of love and not someone who only wants my power. I want my true mate and hope to find him soon. Seventeen is when the girls are capable of finding their mate so I’m eligible for it, but it’s complicated because the wolf in me doesn’t even want to give up the Alpha title.

I sat inside my house watching Clayto train the young pups from our kitchen window. The shell of who used to be my mother sat at the table behind me. She lost herself completely when my father died and remains in her wolf state of mind, acting only on instinct, never to feel emotion. She has trouble looking at me because I resemble my father more than her. I had his messy auburn hair that stopped at my shoulders, his honey brown eyes that twinkled with life, and even his strong chin and small nose. My mother’s hair was blonde that used to shine, but has since grown dull, along with her light blue eyes. 

It’s troubling to see her like this because she used to be a great Luna with a voice that could motivate our pack during troubling times. She had always been my rock since being the Alpha’s daughter wasn’t always easy. 

I had always received plenty of attention, good and bad. I was doted on by pack mothers, but hated by my classmates because I was always stronger than them. I intimidated the boys, so I’ve never had a boyfriend, let alone a date. Clayto’s son, Quill, is my age and a sweetheart, but he is more like a brother than anything. He will become my Beta when he turns eighteen next year, so we could never be in a relationship anyway. Alphas and Betas don’t usually date each other. It goes against the code and rarely do they turn out to be mates.

I let out a sigh, breaking away from my thoughts, and knew it was about time to face the music. This morning, Clayto informed me that three new males had arrived to seek the opportunity to mate with me. I’m surprised it’s only three because they’ve been coming in hordes of dozens since the word started spreading.

“Elleina, it’s good to see you out the house. You’ve been keeping your guests waiting,” Clayto’s rough voice greeted me. My eyes shifted to the young boys and girls who openly stared at me with wide eyes. I should be used to it by now, but their curious gazes left me queasy with nerves. Young children shouldn’t have such scrutinizing stares. My eyes took in their dirty appearances. They had obviously been doing training in their wolf form. Dirt just seems to go all the way to our skin and stick more in our wolf form. A spark of sadness filled me when I remembered that some were orphans whose parents were killed during an attack. I can relate to how they feel.

Shaking off the gawking kids and my depressing thoughts, I turned to Clayto and smirked. “I was hoping you would have gotten rid of them for me.”

“I hate to disappoint you, but they’re waiting, rather impatiently, in the living room of the pack house. How’s Minerva?” His expression faltered when he said my mother’s name. He still isn’t over the passing of my father either.

“She has fully given into her wolf instincts and just stares at the wall. She is also losing weight because the only way she will eat it is if I place raw meat in front of her face. I haven’t heard her speak since the funeral.” I kept my voice even to prevent Clayto from knowing how much my mother’s emotional state is affecting me.

“I see.” Clayto looked away, unable to hold my eyes any longer. “I can shoo the three guys if you really want me to.”