Chapter 2 Mate

**Sylvia''s POV:**

After cleaning up the banquet hall, I prepared Shawn''s breakfast and gathered the clothes I''d ironed for him. Time to deliver everything to his room.

Walking down the corridor, I caught a scent that made me stop in my tracks. Chocolate and strawberries - sweet, intoxicating, and getting stronger with every step toward Shawn''s door.

"Sylvia, your mate!" Yana practically shouted in my head, her excitement flooding through me.

My mate was... Shawn?

I stood frozen outside his door, trying to process this revelation.

"Oh god! Easy, you''re too rough!"

A breathy moan drifted through the door, followed by heavy panting.

"Can''t handle it already? I''m just getting started."

"Yes! Faster! I''m so close!"

The sounds from inside were unmistakable - flesh slapping against flesh, multiple female voices crying out. More than one she-wolf in there, by the sound of it.

So this was my destined mate? A player who couldn''t even keep it in his pants on his own ceremony day? The Moon Goddess really had a twisted sense of humor.

I gripped the breakfast tray tighter, forcing myself to breathe steadily. I didn''t want to face this reality, but I couldn''t avoid my mate forever.

Swallowing my disgust, I pushed open the door.

**Shawn''s POV:**

Today was the day I''d been waiting for my whole life. Eighteen years old and about to become Alpha. What better way to celebrate than starting the morning with a few she-wolves warming my bed?

I was on top of one now, my hands working her breasts while I moved inside her. My body was responding perfectly - rock hard and ready for anything. I took pride in my stamina.

But something was off. No matter how hard I went, I couldn''t seem to finish. Maybe I''d been taking care of myself too often lately.

"Next," I muttered, pulling out and grabbing the eager she-wolf waiting beside us. I spread her legs and thrust deep without warning.

That''s when it hit me - citrus and orchid, a scent that made my cock throb even harder.

"Shawn, stop! Your mate is here!" Zeke was going crazy in my head.

But I was too close to stop now. What was my wolf even talking about?

"Oh please! Not so hard!" the she-wolf beneath me gasped.

"Already giving up? I haven''t even gotten serious yet."

"Don''t stop! I''m almost there!"

I kept pounding into her while scanning the room, curious to see what my mate looked like. Hopefully not some ugly disappointment.

The door opened. Sylvia walked in.

My heart sank. Of all people, it had to be her - a slave whose traitorous mother had murdered my parents. How could someone like that possibly be worthy of being my Luna?

But damn if I could look away from her.

Sylvia was stunning. Every other she-wolf in the room suddenly looked cheap and ordinary by comparison. She stood there quietly, eyes downcast, but even her worn clothes couldn''t hide that incredible body. Full breasts, tiny waist, and an ass that made my hands itch to grab it.

How had I never noticed what a knockout this slave was?

"Time to get ready for the Alpha Ceremony," she said simply, setting my clothes on the sofa without looking up.

The sight of her elegant neck made me thrust harder. The she-wolf under me screamed and looked ready to pass out.

"Wait... let us finish first," the she-wolf panted. "You need to leave. Now."

"Understood." Sylvia''s voice was barely above a whisper as she turned to go.

"Wait! Sylvia, you stay. Everyone else, out!"

I pulled out and smacked the she-wolf''s ass, jerking my head toward the door.

"Shawn, please don''t make us leave," one of them whined, pressing against my chest.

"I said get out!" My voice came out as a growl.

Reluctantly, they gathered their clothes and left, shooting jealous looks at Sylvia.

When I turned my attention back to her, my arousal spiked even higher.

"Come here, Sylvia."

"The ceremony starts soon. You should get dressed." Her tone was ice-cold.

That attitude made my blood boil. Did she seriously not realize we were mates? Shouldn''t she be throwing herself at me like every other she-wolf did?

Her cold indifference pushed me over the edge. All rational thought disappeared, replaced by one burning need - to pin her down and make her beg for mercy beneath me.