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"Alpha Bowen, the alpha king is specific in his directives that all unmated alphas and pack wolves in Northern Lucille attend the everbright ball.

The royal pack spent fortune for this ball just to help werewolves find their mate.

It will be grand and hopefully fun if you give it a chance. " Beta Davos pitched.

"Yearly, the king sent me an invite to this everbright ball and yearly, I snob it. You, yourself, attend this and still you are mate-less, Davos. Truly, I have much better things to do. We must speed up the harvest of the lenkacea flowers as winter is almost here." Alpha Bowen remarked.

"You get away with it because the king dotes on you. However, he is not dull-witted to notice your nonattendance. In fact, he and the luna queen are attending themselves, and if you ask me, they are attending just to see if you will dare downright disobey them this year." Davos smirked.

"I honestly do not need a mate. I survived twenty-seven years without one and I do not see the need now.

That ball will just be a night of flirting and boasting and crying.

If I must attend, I will only stay for a short time.

After that, no one can tell me what to do, even if it is the moon goddess herself. " Bowen exasperatedly gave in.

"Every pack needs a luna. Don't you want heirs someday?" Davos inquired.

"Perhaps. What I do not believe in is hunting for your mate. I believe that if it is meant to be, it will be. Mates are bound to meet one way or another. There is no need to toil on it." Bowen said.

"You actually believe your mate will just fall off from the heavens then into your arms? You hardly leave our territory, Alpha. How can the luna meet you if you hide away? Haven't you thought about your mate, that she is lonely and scared or needing your protection?" Davos continued.

Bowen stilled. Davos' questions intrigued him.

"Inform the alpha king that I will see him at the everbright ball. Now, leave me." Bowen commanded.

"My, my! Look at all these wolves!" Davos marvelled at the number of people at the everbright ball tonight.

"The royals over reacted again. The number of attendees is just outrageous!" Bowen shakes his head in annoyance. "It was like the alpha king called all people in Northern Lucille!"

Northern Lucille is a continent that consists of six werewolf packs. Alpha Bowen's Stone Pack is a giant compared to the other five packs. Stone pack is bigger by territory, mightier in number of warriors, more advanced in education, and by far the wealthiest of them all.

Stone Pack will always stand out in Northern Lucille and the world because it has that one thing no other packs have, not even the royal pack.

Lenkacea flowers.

The lenkacea flowers are the only known treatment to the werewolves' vulnerability: wolfsbane and moon metal (silver).

The flower only grows on Stone Pack lands.

Others tried to plant it in their own territory but to no avail.

No one has uncover yet the mystery why the precious specie of flowers grow only in Alpha Bowen's lands.

It has been the pack's main source of power and wealth.

Alpha Bowen controls its price, distribution, and market.

The flower is the only reason Bowen sees why Alpha King Adar is fond of him. .. his lenkacea.

The flowers are the leverage that his godfather has taught him.

He could not understand it yet back then, but after assuming the alpha position at a young age, he started to realize that the flowers are both a curse and a spring of power.

They were so precious that it caused Bowen his parents' lives, his safety, his pack's safety and at the same time they were so precious that they can counter the wolfsbane and silver poisoning and thus extending lives of countless werewolves.

All his life, Bowen puts effort in safekeeping his pack and his commodity.

"Let us show ourselves to the royals then head back home." The handsome alpha in his immaculate suit could not take the brouhaha anymore.

Davos and Bowen were on their way to the king and queen's table when all of a sudden Bowen smelt jasmine and cotton to his right. It was an intoxicating glorious scent and he knew what this means. His mate is here!

Davos upon noticing Bowen's odd action, asked, "what is the matter, Alpha?"

"Mate! My mate is here!" Bowen disclosed. He is excited and yet troubled. He has an odd feeling about this.

As they both move to the right side of the ballroom to search for the she-wolf, Bowen halted as now, he could smell strawberries and talc to his left. He scrunch his eyes as he process what was happening.

"Why did we stop, Alpha? Let us find luna." Davos encouraged. He too is excited to meet the luna.

"I can smell my mate in this direction and in that direction." Bowen is troubled.

"What do you mean?" Davos asked.

"Two different scents from two different women." Bowen simplified.

"What? Two mates? Your mates are twins, that's the only explanation. A twin-born werewolf shares one mate. That's what I know." Davos tried to make sense of things.

"I have a bad feeling about this." Bowen declared.

After five more steps, the scents became overpowering.

"They are close." Bowen informed Davos. Davos looked left and right, curious as ever.

In a few more seconds, Bowen stands in between two gorgeous women! To his right, the jasmine and cotton smelling woman is wearing a navy blue gown. Her long dark hair cascades over her sleeveless gown covering her cleavage. She had a shocked expression on her face that soon turned sour. Mate!

As Bowen turned to his left, the strawberries and talc smelling girl stands ravishing in her red gown.

This girl is much younger than the first and has red hair.

Her sex appeal is off the charts and Bowen starts to feel his member harden just by looking at her legs.

She is almost in tears and with that longing in her eyes.

Bowen shakes his head and calms his urges.

"Mate!" He said to the girl in blue.

"Mate?" He asked the girl in red.

Bowen realized instantly that they are not twins and something fishy is going on here!

Bowen growled and the people in the ballroom stilled.