Wolves of the West Book 3
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When Serena is forcibly taken from her village by the kingâs soldiers, she finds herself thrust into a world of royal intrigue and ancient prophecies. At the Royal Palace, she learns she might be the prophesied mate of Prince Sebastian, a role that could save the kingdom. As Serena navigates her new life, she must confront her own fears and the dark forces threatening her world. Will she embrace her destiny or fight to return to her old life?
Chapter One â Infiltration
Book Three: The Prince's Mate
Serena Hope lost her parents to the Black Luna pack, and the only thing her decimated pack wants to do is get on with their simple life...until sheâs seized by the arrogant and abusive prince, who turns out to be her life mate!
Serena canât escape from the palace. The only person she loves, her sister, canât come to live with her. And now theyâre expecting her to fulfill the Moon Goddessâs prophecy and kill the enemy of all wolvesâthe Black Luna herself.
âEveryone, get down!â a voice bellowed.
Instantly, the sound of bodies hitting the ground echoed throughout the village. Grunts of pain escaped from those who resisted detainment. I dropped to my stomach, gravel embedding itself in my hands and knees.
âStay down!â another deep voice boomed. I looked over to see one of the men in my pack trying to stand, but the warriorâwho was clad in silver armorâpushed him back into the dirt.
We were being invaded by the kingâs soldiers. Our pack was small. There were only twenty-two of us. We lived in a tiny village in the middle of a forest in Idaho.
We had heard rumors of the kingâs men infiltrating pack lands, but we never imagined it would happen to us.
âSend forward all of your women!â the first voice cried. I dared to look up and saw that he was easily the biggest man I had encountered in my entire life.
He was as wide as two men put together and as tall as a tree. He was dressed head to toe in golden armor, identifying him as the leader of the soldiers.
âNo!â a voice cried. I realized that it came from Mike. He wailed as his mate was sent up toward the golden man. I cringed at how heartbroken he sounded. Why did they want the women?
âDonât move,â a voice whispered in my ear. I sucked in a quick breath and looked beside me to see my older sister with her face buried in the dirt.
She was the only family I had left. Rayne and I didnât have parents. They were killed by the Black Luna pack years ago.
My father had been destroyed by a man by the name of Daryn Reynolds. My father had been the Alpha, and the small group of us was all that was left of the Silver Creek pack.
A month later, my mother died. She couldnât survive long without her mate. Rayne had to step up and take care of me. She was five years older than me and was not equipped to be a guardian at fifteen, but she had no choice.
Now, seven years later, we were in danger again. I heard gravel crunching and flattened myself as much as I could against the ground.
The footsteps stopped, and I felt my heart stop with them. Suddenly, my sister cried out in pain.
I looked over to see that she had been lifted to her feet by her hair. She had cut all her hair off and now it was in a simple pixie cut that matched her face, so there wasnât much to lift her with.
âDidnât I say I wanted all of the women?â the man hissed at her. My sister glared at the man, not saying a word. He threw her at the feet of another soldier and ordered him to take her to the rest.
The man walked over to me and crouched down. âSit up.â I did as was told. I knew resisting would get me into more trouble. The man growled, and I immediately looked up at him, knowing that was what he wanted.
He looked at my face and suddenly froze. All of the color drained from his cheeks and his eyes widened.
âJeremy! Jeremy, get me the picture!â he screamed. A tall, lanky soldier ran over with a crumpled piece of paper in his hands. He handed it to the golden man and stepped back.
âWhat is your name?â the golden man asked.
âSerena,â I whimpered. The man cracked a smile and raised the crumpled piece of paper up to my face. I didnât see what he was looking at. I was too afraid to look.
âI think weâve got her, men,â he yelled in victory. Instantly, cheers erupted all around, and I was hoisted to my feet by two warriors. I was dragged, my bare feet skidded across the ground, I was sure the skin was being destroyed.
âWhat do you think, Burkley?â the golden man asked.
An old man appeared before me. He looked at the crumpled piece of paper and then at my face. His eyes widened as he stared at me.
âIt canât beâafter all of this time?â he whispered. He reached forward to touch my cheek, but I flinched and pulled away. He lowered his hand but continued to stare at me.
âDo you think itâs her?â the golden man urged.
Burkley suddenly grabbed my wrist and pushed up the long white sleeve. He gasped at what he saw and dropped my arm as if it were on fire. âItâs her.â
More cheers erupted, and I was hauled over to a large chariot that was pulled by two large horses. All of a sudden, I was thrown into the back of the chariot that was more like a cage.
âWhat about the other women, sir?â A soldier asked the golden man. He looked at my face again and smiled crookedly.
âLet them go. Weâve got who weâre looking for.â
I watched as the women of my pack were released, including my sister. As soon as their hold broke, Rayne ran toward me, screaming my name.
âRAYNE!â I screamed back. I banged against the bars that held me captive.
âThatâs my sister!â she screamed at the golden man. The man sighed, looking annoyed.
âBack down, girl. She belongs to another.â
My sisterâs temper flared. âShe belongs to no one. She is my sister, not a possession!â
âThis was predetermined before you were born. Stand down if you value your life!â the golden man screamed.
My sister held her ground in defiance. Alpha blood coursed through her veins. She was definitely not one to cower in fear. She was the type that would take death before throwing away her pride.
âYou cannot take Serena, as she is not yours to take. What kind of kingâs men are you? Since when have the royal family stolen women from their homes?â
My golden man snarled. âTake her away!â Two silver soldiers reached forward and grabbed my sisterâs arms, restraining her.
âNo! Serena, I will come for you! I am going to get you back! Just wait for me! I will come!â And then they knocked her out.
They laid her on the ground, and I watched silently as Margaretâour pack healerâran forward and crouched beside her.
âTake care of her!â I screamed. The chariot lurched and I found myself moving. The old woman looked up at me and nodded. I knew she would.
I turned around in my seat and rested my head in my hands and wept. I should have fought harder, but our pack was weak.
We were starved by famine and had no strength. I always gave my food to the children, wanting them to grow up strong. It had only resulted in the slow deterioration of my own body.
âDonât cry. This is going to be the best thing that ever happened to you,â the golden man snapped.
I hadnât noticed he was riding with me until he had spoken. The other soldiers had shifted into their wolves and were running alongside us.
I glared at him. âYou stole me away from my home. This is the worst day of my life.â
The golden man leaned forward. âYou are going to be drowning in riches soon, my dear. You will be the happiest femme wolf in the world, drenched in diamonds.â
I narrowed my eyes. âRiches are nothing without love.â
The man threw back his head and laughed. âYou will have both. I assure you, in time.â
I leaned back in my seat and folded my hands in my lap. I didnât want to talk to this wretched man. I wanted to go home to the only family I had ever known, my pack.
I could only hope that Rayne would not live up to her promise. I didnât want her to spend her life chasing after me. I wanted her to find her mate and have a wonderful life. She deserved it.
But I knew she would come for me. She protected me above everything else. She would not leave me behind. She would not abandon me.
âWhere are we going?â I asked.
The golden man smiled. âWeâre going to the palace.â
âThe royal one?â
The man laughed. âIs there another?â I shut my mouth and looked out of the tiny caged window and we flew past trees.
No one in the Wereworld knew the exact location of the Royal Palace. We just knew it was in the heart of our communities.
All around the world, each country had their own royal family in the Wereworld. And then there was one royal family that ruled everyone, but no one had ever seen them.
Below the Royal family came the blessed fighters. Americaâs blessed fighters were the White Wolves, or the Pura Lupus pack. Then came the Alphas.
âWhy am I going to the palace? Why did you take me?â
âBecause you are his,â the golden man responded shortly.
Instantly, my hand fell to the silver crescent moon that was embedded in my wrist. I was so pale that you couldnât see it unless it flashed in the sunlight, but I was always aware of its presence.
My mother had been horrified that I wore the mark. She tried to scrub it from my skin when I was five. She tried everything, but it never left.
We never spoke about it. She always insisted I wear long-sleeve T-shirts or wide bangles. It was clear that the mark was a secret. I just didnât know why.
I donât know how long we rode for. Hours, maybe days. Time seemed to blur together as I mulled over my memories of my past life.
A part of me wondered if I was going to die. Is that why they wanted me? To kill me? Was I a sacrifice for something?
The golden man said I belonged to somebody. Is that what the mark on my wrist meant? Maybe I was being brought to the palace to be a servant.
It wouldnât be so bad there. I was good at cooking, and I had to do a lot of cleaning around the village, so this wouldnât be too big of a change for me.
The road suddenly got bumpy, and I swore as my teeth bit down on my tongue accidentally. My eyes stung, but I wasnât sure if it was because I had hurt myself or because I was afraidâprobably both.
âWeâre close,â the golden man declared. I just nodded and looked out of the tiny window. Still, all I saw was dense forest.
I sighed and brought my knees up to my chin. I didnât care if my feet got the seats dirty. I didnât care if I was in nothing but a flimsy dress. I just wanted to go home.
The road slowly got smoother until the ride was quick and effortless, as if we were riding on a cloud. I slowly released my knees and let myself look out of the window.
I looked out to see snow-capped mountains, forests, lakes, and finally a beautiful castle surrounded by a tall iron fence and trimmed hedges.
It was grand and lavish, sending waves of envy through me. Never had I seen a place more beautiful.
I practically had my nose pressed up against the tiny window as we sped toward the front gates. The golden man laughed but let me gaze.
Finally, we came to a stop and were instantly surrounded by more wolves. They opened the chariot and pulled me out before patting down my body for any weapons.
Once they deemed I was safe, they chained my hands in front of me and held onto the chain like a leash.
I stumbled forward as we trudged toward the castle. My mind was buzzing at the sights.
To my left was a huge waterfall about a mile away that was nestled just behind the line of trees that surrounded the forest. On my right were more mountains that seemed to enclose the area.
âName,â demanded the guard at the front door. He was dressed in black armor and had a sour expression.
The golden man stepped forward. âErik Goldstein of the first line. I am the commander in chief of the Royal Service.â The guard looked at the golden man and sniffed, identifying his scent to make sure he was telling the truth.
âGo ahead. Name.â
I realized he was asking me and shifted my weight around. âSerena Hope, of the uhâSilver Creek pack,â I said nervously. The guard sniffed the air and stiffened.
âGo ahead.â I moved and followed the golden man into the palace.
âDonât mind the guard. He smells everyone. Heâs got the best nose of all werewolves. He stores smells to his memory, kind of like a guest book. He will always know who you are because of your scent.â
I nodded numbly. Everything was a lot to process. âWhat now?â
âWe get ready for the showcasing,â the golden man mumbled. I walked forward. My hands were still chained, but that was the least of my worries.
âIs this really the Royal Palace?â I asked. Everywhere I looked, everything was extravagant and lavish. I was afraid to breathe in case I messed something up.
The golden man nodded. âYes, it is. Now, Iâm afraid my journey with you is over, Miss Chambers. You will be handed off to Mr. Malack. He will be taking care of you from now on.â
I frowned as the golden man walked away. He was the only person I knew. Even though I hated him with a passion for ripping me away from my life, I felt comfort in his presence.
âExcuse me, miss?â I spun to see an older man staring at me. His silver eyes shone, giving him a creepy look.
âYes?â I asked. I realized that the chains that had been around my wrists had disappeared.
âCome with me. I am Mr. Malack.â
I followed the old man, not knowing what else to do. I could have run but I wouldnât know where to go.
I had no idea where I was, the guards would catch me, and I was too weak to manage much more than walking. I hadnât eaten or slept the entire ride here.
âWhat is your name?â the man asked.
âSerena,â I replied.
The man clicked his tongue. âPretty, very pretty.â He led me into a room that was more like a studio. I walked in and took a seat on one of the plush armchairs. I felt bad because I was filthy and was probably ruining the fabric.
âWhy am I here?â I asked.
The man gasped. âHas no one told you? You must be scared out of your mind!â
I nodded. âAm I here to be a sacrifice?â
The man laughed and shook his head. âNo, no. My dear, you are here to meet the prince.â
I frowned. âThe prince? Have I done something noble?â
The man gave me a strange look. âA prophecy was made many years ago about the princeâs mate being our savior. Ever since then, there has been a reward for whoever finds her first.
âThatâs why Goldstein was out looking. He wants the reward. Why else would the leader of the Royal Service be out of combat?â
âSo, I am here becauseâŠ?â
âBecause Goldstein thinks youâre the princeâs mate. He thinks youâre our savior.â
