Desired By The Alpha

"Man, you're 25 years old and you still don't have a significant MATE?" A guy who stood outside of the main tent spoke with an undertone of pity in his voice and stated. "What it indicates is that this is your very last opportunity."

"Are you under the impression that I don't want to make a decision?" The other man's lips contorted into an acrid grin as he listened. "None of the females have lived up to my expectations," she said.

"Why do you feel the need to be so picky? You're not even a Beta Stride; you're merely a low-ranking member of the Eastern pack's werewolf pack!" The first guy sent a scornful glance in the direction of the second man. "Your appearance is the one redeeming quality about you. Have some shame!"

I turned my head away from the talk and pursed my lips as I entered the building with a few women whom I did not know. At the front door, there was a tall guy standing in the way of the visitors. As he took up a writing pad, his icy glare traveled across each of the females in the room. "Everyone, please give your introduction."

"Hello there, my name is Sophia Wilson, and I am a member of the Northern werewolf society." A proud voice came from the lady who was standing in the front. There were four werewolf packs located on the outskirts of the town, and the Northern pack was said to be the most well-known as well as the most prosperous of the four. When the other women observed a lady who had such a demeanor, they made a mocking sound and then began to reprimand her in a low voice.

But I refrained from speaking out. My arrival to the mating camp that was conducted once a year at one of the werewolf packs marked the beginning of my first time participating in the ritual.

It was the western pack that did it this time. However, I was unaware of any of the information about the pack. I was so clueless that I didn't even know the Alphas' names. The explanation was uncomplicated: I dwelt in the heart of the town, which was home to both humans and werewolves, and the latter were completely oblivious to the existence of the former.

On the other hand, those who resided inside the town had a reputation that wasn't quite stellar. I was afraid that the females who were around me would look down their noses at me and reprimand me for something that I had done. As soon as the notion occurred to me, I lowered my head in an attempt to conceal the fact that I was there.

If it weren't for my mother, I never would have considered setting foot in this location. This mating ritual was very unappealing to me. The ceremony would only serve to coerce the werewolf females, who would be picked by the males of the four