Ethan
I am the last in a line of pure Alpha lineage that we can trace back centuries. I am about to turn twenty-five and assume the role of Alpha of the Blue Crescent pack, one of the oldest in the world, and be the most viable candidate for the next Alpha King.
Sissney is my lifelong girlfriend; I've loved her since I was a preschooler. In a month, she turns twenty. I was hoping to confirm on the next full moon that we are destined mates, to mark her and for her to formally ascend as my Luna. We came to this city to buy her trousseau and have the equivalent of an early honeymoon before taking control of the pack.
When everything was perfect, an absurdity: my wolf recognized his mate. Her scent of a flower field and summer plunged us into an uncontrollable frenzy. Primal instinct won, and we ended up in a hotel bed, sharing control in sex for the first time. The animal in me desired her, reveling in her touch, her scent, her innocence; he needed her, and it felt so good.
What wasn't good was the guilt and bitterness of having betrayed my love, Sissney. Facing her tears in the morning, seeing her pain when she found out we weren't destined mates, feeling her scent on my body. I assured her it was the wolf, that I couldn't control him, that I love her and that would never change, that I would never exchange an Alpha female like her for a simple human, and that only she would forever be my Luna.
The wolf knew I would eventually reject the human, so we made a deal: one month, he could be with her for one month, and then I would reject her. Sissney added another condition: he was never allowed to mate with her again. He had no choice but to accept; it was better to have some time than none. I wouldn't mind using Wolfsbane to enforce my will if he resisted.
And indeed, Sissney had mixed a small daily dose of Wolfsbane into his coffee every day to weaken him a bit and keep him from getting out of my control. Every afternoon, he had fiercely mated with her, intending to convince himself that she was better in bed, that she knew him, that it was okay to reject the Moon Goddess's gift for the love of his life, that he was a superior Alpha and would get everything he wanted.
Miracles
The wolves only reproduce with their destined mates; that is how the Moon Goddess blesses the choice to mark and accept their companions. In my mind, I never doubted the strong offspring I would have with Sissney.
Yesterday, I could smell a different scent on my love, a scent of a nest and a future rooted in the form of a pup in her womb—a miracle! And the happiness I felt is indescribable. It's a miracle; she is definitely my mate, blessed by the Moon Goddess, there's no doubt in my mind. The wolf, however, doesn't react; it must be the Wolfsbane.
The second miracle: Isla is also pregnant. I can't smell the mongrel offspring, but I can hear the irregular heartbeat. If I weren't sure that "she" was a virgin and hadn't had the scent of another man or wolf this month, I'd doubt it was mine. The animal in me recognizes it and wants it; I can feel his instinct, protection, and possessiveness towards the mongrel.
Two children, from two unmarked females. It's undoubtedly due to my capacity as a pure lineage Alpha. However, the mongrel cannot be born; it contaminates my pure lineage, and its weakness is evident: I don't smell it, and I feel no Alpha power in it. The decision is made. The Moon Goddess has blessed my pure lineage determination with the child of my true love, a strong and determined Alpha female, the wolf my heart chose since childhood.
The wolf will have to understand it sooner or later, and there's no arguing that.