Why Moon Goddess? A Mute for a Mate

I was shocked when she fell into my arms. Her scent hit me hard, potent and intoxicating. I was taken aback - why wasn't she cowering under my Alpha aura? My aura repelled every wolf. It's a special kind of power that stops people from coming close to me. It's a force that makes me unapproachable, repelling people who try to come too close, but nothing happened to her. She just swung into my arms like it was nothing, she held me tight, refusing to let go, as I scanned the surroundings with a wary gaze

"What is going on here?" I demanded an answer, my voice firm and commanding. The wolves exchanged nervous glances, their eyes darting between me and the mysterious woman. They shifted uncomfortably, their bodies tense with fear.

One of them, a scrawny wolf with a mottled gray coat, took a hesitant step forward. His eyes locked onto the woman, and his expression twisted into a snarl. I could see the lust burning in his eyes. But as he tried to take another step, an unseen force halted him. He yelped, his tail tucked between his legs, and retreated into the safety of the pack.

The wolves began to tremble, their breaths coming in short gasps. They seemed to be struggling to find the words, their mouths opening and closing as if gulping for words.

Finally, one of them, a grizzled old wolf with a battle-scarred ear, summoned the courage to speak. "Alpha," he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper, "the woman... she's cursed."

I raised an eyebrow, my gaze never leaving the woman. Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of fear. But it was quickly replaced by a look of calm determination.

The old wolf's words hung in the air, and I could sense the pack's unease. They seemed to be waiting for my reaction, their bodies tense with anticipation.

But before I could respond, another wolf spoke up. "Alpha, she's evil," he growled, his eyes blazing with hatred. "Anyone who associates with her will be cursed too."

I turned to the lady, and without a word, I took her hand and turned to leave. The wolves parted, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and confusion.

But just as we were about to walk away, a third voice yelled out from the back of the pack. "She's a mute and a stealer wolf!" the voice shouted.

I halted, my head snapping back towards the pack. I furrowed my brow, my mind racing with questions. What was the truth about this mysterious woman? And why did my pack seem so determined to keep her away from me?

My gaze shifted to her, expecting her to defend herself against the wolves' claims, but she merely shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks, her silence more damning than any denial.

Was she really a mute?

The moon goddess wouldn't be so heartless as to give me a mute as a mate, would she? I thought, incredulous. I had attended the mating ceremony with the hope of finding my fated mate, the one I had been searching for over the years. I was heading back in disappointment just like in the previous years when I perceived a strong scent and I knew instantly that it was coming from my mate. I followed the scent, and it led me to her.

"Aren't you going to explain what's happening here to me?" I asked, expecting some clarity. But she merely shook her head, her eyes locked on mine. I felt a surge of frustration. "So, everything they say is true? You're... mute?" I asked, my voice laced with disappointment.

Just then, one of the wolves snapped, "Everything is true, Alpha! She's been mute since birth, she's a stealer wolf, and a slut, luring men with her scent. You're a prestigious Alpha, and you deserve someone better than this prostitute!"

Another voice called out from the crowd, "She might just be trying to seduce you like she does to other men. This is evident from the way she ran to hug you. Stealer wolves are known for their adulterous ways. Please, stay away from her." He said and I facepalmed.

His words sent shivers down my spine. If the moon goddess hated me so much to give me a mute mate, why a stealer wolf combined? Stealer wolves are the kinds of wolves that can be claimed anywhere, anytime, and by anyone, whether widowed wolves or single wolves who haven't found their mate yet. And if they finally find their mate, it always ends in trouble for that mate. Is that what the moon goddess wants to subject me to after all these years?

This wasn't how I envisioned my mate to be. I've always wanted a strong mate, one who could stand up for herself, a mate I can trust with the defense of our pack. But here's a weak and mute mate. How will she fight for the pack if she's too weak to even fight for herself if she always has to depend on me to fight for her? How will she rule the pack if she can't say a single word or express her feelings or opinions?

"I'm never accepting you as my mate," I snapped, turning away in dismissal. Her beauty was captivating, and she would have been my perfect Luna, but how can I overlook the fact that she's weak, mute, and a stealer wolf, just for her looks? That's never going to happen.

I turned away from her, but she grasped my arm, holding me back. "Get your hands off me, or I might kill you myself!" I warned, darting a menacing glare at her.

The wolves chimed in, "She's cursed, Alpha, right from birth, and still is!"

I turned to leave, and the wolves seized her. Her whimpering cries filled the air as she struggled to break free, but I refused to intervene; I wasn't going to save her this time.

"Alpha Ricky... help me."

I stopped abruptly on hearing my name and turned back to see her looking at me in tears.

Did she just say my name?