Absolutely Fated to You

Excitement was all I felt when waking up. Today marked the day when I’d leave my precious pack, the people whom I’ve known and loved all my life, to go into the wide world searching for my fated mate.

To ensure I was well-prepared, I did my research among couples in my pack. In particular, we discussed how to find and recognize your mate as well as the special signs. I had heard many stories about a breathtaking and unique scent that only mates could detect from each other. Mated females were very open in describing the feeling of sparks and electricity coursing through their bodies leading up to the steamy, wet intercourse that's part of the bond. Weird thing.

I wondered how much truth these tales held. But if it was true, I wanted to experience every aspect. Yeah, all of it, from the touching to the intimacy. Ezra, my bestie, who was mated to the hot six-pack body and newly-appointed Beta Richel, lectured me that high-ranked wolves, once they found their destined mate, proceeded to mate and mark.

“Make sure to be marked at your peak when he mates you," Ezra would remind me repeatedly. “Girl, that feeling!! You won’t know what will come over you,” she told me, excited.

As I listened to Ezra spill details about her mating, a rare occurrence for my shy girlfriend, I couldn't help but question what caused this sudden openness. Although being mated to Richel for over three years, Ezra still retained an innocent air. On second thought, there had always been something unusual about her scent. At least, most of the time. So this couple must have gone to it a lot.

I was on a mission that day, equipped with the whole arsenal of theoretical information about mating. My "mission bag" contained a map of the eight packs that I intended to visit. However, werewolves were notoriously private regarding their territories, so relying solely on online maps might not have been the way to go.

Mind that, I did not want to risk accidentally passing by my mate’s pack or even not being able to recognize him or even mistreat him. That would have been a disaster. Here was where my uncertainties crept in. ‘What if he had already given up on finding me and accepted a chosen mate?’

"I am already twenty-four," I murmured. He was likely one or two years older than me, considering werewolves discovered their mates at the age of eighteen. Waiting for seven-plus years may have been too much for him to bear.

‘Get yourself together, Erica,’ I instantly heard my wolf Era reprimanding, ‘Those who don't dare to risk, won't win.’

Era was the best part of me and had always been a great help. We never disagreed, so she was all up with this mission. ‘It is a risk you have to take to move on in life,’ she urged me.

So, that was the day. My life motto was to always