THE ALPHA IN RUT 1
Alpha Alexander Scot ruled over the Nightshade Pack in the rich and powerful land of Scotcoast. After his father, Alpha Arthur Scot, died, the young Alexander became the Alpha. He was still very young when he took the throne, but his people loved him deeply. He ruled with strength and wisdom.
Even though he had no mate, many wealthy wolves tried to give their daughters to him. They all wanted their daughters to become the Luna. But Alexander had never chosen any of them. His wolf never reacted to any female. Not once.
He was handsome, so handsome that some called him a god. His eyes were like steel, his body strong and tall, and his voice deep and commanding. During his Rut, a time when the mating heat was strong, many pureblood females begged to serve him. It had always been this way, even before his father passed. One lucky pureblood female was chosen to ease the Alpha’s Rut, which usually lasted for three long days. But Alexander never felt fulfilled. Something was always missing.
Almost every night, Alpha Alexander took long walks through the pack grounds under the moonlight. That night, like many others, he strolled through the village. The moon was full, shining gently over the homes and streets. Wolves went about their business, and maids rushed to complete their tasks. Children laughed. Elders shared stories.
Alexander watched everything with quiet pride. His heart felt warm seeing his people happy. Peace was everywhere. But inside him, there was still a deep emptiness. For three years, he had waited. For three years, he searched. But his mate was still nowhere to be found. His wolf never stirred. No scent had ever made his heart race.
Every night, he told himself, Maybe tonight. And every night ended in disappointment.
Still, he hoped.
The Festival of the Moon came…a beautiful and grand night that brought Alphas and pack members from all over Scotcoast. Everyone looked forward to it each year. Nightshade Pack always hosted it with pride.
The field sparkled under both the moonlight and magical lights. Music filled the air. Young unmated females danced to entertain the Alphas. Many of them tried to seduce Alpha Alexander, hoping to catch his eye. But he barely looked at them. His thoughts were elsewhere.
This year, he told himself, I must find her. My mate. I will not spend my Rut with anyone but her. I will wait no longer.
The traditional rituals began, and then the dancing and laughter continued. Many wolves started to find their mates. Alexander saw the joy on their faces and smiled for them. But inside, he felt sad. Once again, his wolf remained silent. No scent had pulled at him. No soul had touched his own.
He quietly left the field and returned to his castle.
The party was over. The castle was a mess. Visiting Alphas had left behind scattered things. Maids were cleaning and putting things away.
"Alpha," they said, bowing as he passed. He only nodded and kept walking.
He felt tired. Lonely. He wanted to rest. But suddenly, pain shot through him.
His Rut had started.
It hit him hard, too fast, too soon. His body burned. His wolf howled inside. There was no one around to help him. Not even his Beta, who was like a brother.
Gritting his teeth, Alexander forced himself to walk to his private chambers. Each step was heavy. His muscles ached with need. His vision blurred.
Then… a scent hit him.
It was like a bolt of lightning.
Lavender and jasmine. Sweet and pure. Intoxicating.
His wolf stirred, then roared.
Mate!
Alexander stopped. His eyes widened. He sniffed the air, searching. The scent was near.
A small figure turned the corner. A young maid carried a wooden tray filled with bottles of wine. She walked quickly, unaware of the Alpha standing there.
In her hurry, she bumped into him. The tray slipped. Glass shattered. Wine spilt all over his chest.
"I'm so sorry!" the girl cried, kneeling to pick up the broken bottles.
She froze.
Her heart raced. Her body began to tremble. She looked up and met his eyes.
Her body reacted strangely. Her legs weakened. Her wolf, which she thought never existed, suddenly awakened.
What is happening to me? she asked herself in shock.
She had no wolf. At least, that’s what she had always believed. She was just a low-ranked maid from Alpha Tarus’s Pack, sent to serve at Nightshade.
Alexander bent down and grabbed her chin gently. He stared deep into her eyes, his fingers trembling slightly.
He pulled her up to her feet and leaned closer, breathing her in.
"Mate," he whispered, his voice full of wonder and hunger.
The girl gasped.
Her body reacted again, stronger this time. A strange heat washed over her. Her eyes welled with tears, but she didn’t know why.
Before she could speak, his lips crashed against hers. The kiss was fierce, raw, and desperate. It was like he had waited for a thousand years.
He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off the floor, holding her like something precious.
After three long years, he had finally found her.
No more empty Ruts.
No more meaningless touches.
The Moon Goddess had finally answered his prayer.
And this time, he would never let her go.
