Alpha's STOLEN Mate Chapter 30

Elowen

Standing outside the abandoned factory, I orchestrated our supply run with military precision. Within an hour, I'd commanded food distributors, medical suppliers, and premium liquor vendors to deliver everything directly to the massive freight truck I'd hired. No negotiations, no complications—just efficient business warfare that would keep our pack fed, healthy, and properly celebrated for weeks.

"Everything's locked and loaded, ma'am," the truck driver announced, wiping sweat like he'd just survived battle as workers secured the last crates of expensive wine.

"Perfect. Time to go home." I claimed the passenger seat, savage satisfaction flooding through me as we abandoned the industrial wasteland.

As we approached the familiar stretch of barren landscape guarding our territory, I rolled down the window and inhaled deeply. The wind carried scents of earth, distant rain, and absolutely nothing suggesting enemy wolves had been prowling our borders.

*Kaius, you're actually showing some fucking sense for once. Maybe getting shot full of holes taught you something about respecting boundaries.*

I guided the increasingly zombie-like driver to the tree line, then approached my favorite birch sentinel. The moment my palm touched its bark, reality fractured and our hidden path materialized like magic made manifest. The truck rumbled through the barrier while the driver remained blissfully unaware of the supernatural transition.

Thanks to Evelyn's mind-fuck enchantments, the human would remain docile and memory-wiped throughout our territory. He'd deliver supplies, accept payment, and drive away with zero recollection of what he'd done or where he'd been. Another day's work vanishing from his conscious mind like smoke.

After supervising the unloading and distributing celebration alcohol throughout the pack house, I seized several bottles of the most expensive wine and a handful of crystal glasses. Time to find my inner circle and share this victory.

I discovered them exactly where predicted—hunched over Evelyn's ornate wooden table like conspirators, surrounded by flickering candles and an elaborate spread of tarot cards that looked like battlefield plans.

"Please, Evelyn," Scarlett was practically begging, her voice carrying the desperate edge of someone who'd been pleading for hours. "Just help me divine where my mate might be hiding!"

Evelyn looked up from her cards with theatrical exhaustion, pushing flame-red hair behind her ear like a queen dismissing peasants. "Scarlett, darling, I've explained this seventeen fucking times today. My mystical energy reserves handle minor predictions! You know, critical questions like 'Will Jenkins burn dinner again?' or 'Which pack member will trip over their own feet during patrol?'"

She gestured dramatically at the colorful card array like evidence at trial. "Your mate situation requires cosmic-level divination that would drain half my life force! I'd be unconscious for three days while the universe reveals whether your perfect partner is currently living in Antarctica or trapped in an alternate dimension!"

Scarlett's face crumpled when the implications hit. "So... impossibly distant," she muttered, deflating like a punctured balloon.

I burst through the door like conquering royalty, wine bottles clinking together like victory bells. "No mystical consultations tonight, ladies! Today demands celebration, not divination!"

Both women whipped toward me as I set down my liquid treasure and began distributing crystal glasses with ceremonial flourish.

"Elowen!" Scarlett's face transformed instantly, hope blazing to life. "Please tell me those expensive bottles mean you absolutely destroyed the competition today."

But Evelyn was studying me with predatory intensity, her nose wrinkled in concentration like a bloodhound detecting secrets.

"What?" I demanded, pausing in my bottle-opening ritual.

"Nothing catastrophic," Evelyn said slowly, tilting her head like a wolf scenting danger. "It's just... you smell different today. There's an unusual pharmaceutical residue clinging to you."

I burst out laughing. "What the hell, Evelyn! Can your witch nose detect everything? Should I be worried about privacy in the bathroom?"

Evelyn's grin turned sheepish. "Probably nothing serious. I specialize in illusions and prophecy, but I have natural sensitivity to drug residues left by other witches' alchemical work." She shrugged dismissively. "But forget my paranoia! Those expensive bottles tell me everything—you absolutely annihilated the competition today!"

Scarlett's eyes went wide with predatory excitement. "Really? You made another fortune! Elowen, wasting your talents on alpha duties is criminal! You should be conquering financial empires!"

I laughed and popped the wine cork with a satisfying explosion, filling my glass like claiming spoils of war. "Today was effortless domination," I said, taking a victory sip. "What about you two? Any excitement while I was out conquering the human world?"

Evelyn took a delicate sip, then shot Scarlett a meaningful look loaded with mischief. "Well, thank the Moon Goddess your psychotic mate didn't show up to destroy our peaceful afternoon! Pack operations ran smooth as silk." She paused for maximum dramatic impact. "Though our dear beta seems completely consumed with romantic obsessions..."

I caught the hint immediately, combined with Scarlett's earlier desperate pleading. "Scarlett, you're twenty years old and were exiled two years ago, right?" I settled into my chair like a queen holding court. "If you hadn't been forced to flee your birth pack, you probably would have found your mate by now. Exile completely fucked up your timing."

Scarlett nodded miserably.

"Our pack has plenty of wolves open to second-chance partnerships," I continued thoughtfully. "But wolves like you who've never experienced any mate bond are rare treasures around here. Most of our members are dealing with shattered or severed connections." I raised my glass reassuringly. "Don't worry—next recruitment mission, I'll specifically hunt for excellent unmated wolves!"

Scarlett's cheeks flamed pink, whether from wine or mortification. "I don't need you two playing cosmic matchmaker! I was just... curious about mystical timing possibilities!"

Evelyn pounced like a cat on wounded prey. "Curious? Is that what we're calling desperate obsession now?" Her green eyes sparkled with malicious delight. "Because I distinctly remember you getting very... restless... after watching a certain beta's combat skills during our crystal ball surveillance session. You were practically vibrating with primal excitement!"

She leaned back with obvious satisfaction. "Now, I'm not a werewolf, so I can't personally experience that whole animalistic attraction you wolves get. But I can absolutely guarantee you've been feeling itchy in very specific places lately!"

I started laughing as revelation hit like lightning. "Holy shit! Our fierce warrior beta has developed a massive crush on Frost!"

Scarlett looked like she wanted to crawl into the floor and die. "It's not a crush! I just... appreciate tactical competence and strategic brilliance!"

"Actually, Frost is a fascinating choice," I said, grinning like a predator. "As far as I know, he's completely unmated. If the Moon Goddess is cosmic enough to arrange that level of coincidence, I'd trust her matchmaking judgment completely." I paused for maximum dramatic effect. "Though I have to say, from everything I've observed, Frost seems incredibly gentle—those soft eyes, refined mannerisms. He might not be able to handle someone with your warrior intensity in bed. Poor guy might not have the stamina to properly satisfy your... appetites."

"ELOWEN!" Scarlett practically launched out of her chair. "You can't just say things like that!"

But my laughter died when Evelyn chimed in with obvious glee. "Don't worry, Scarlett! When our alpha inevitably reunites with her incredibly powerful mate—and I do mean powerful in every possible way—she can arrange introductions! Maybe you really are destined for his beta!"

"Like hell I'm ever seeing that bastard again!" I snarled with toxic venom.

Evelyn's smile turned knowing and absolutely infuriating. "I can't guarantee other prophecies' accuracy, but you meeting him again is carved-in-stone destiny. I've been seeing it in cards for months, and that prediction will absolutely manifest!"

The wine turned to ash in my mouth.

I slammed down my glass and fixed Evelyn with murderous intensity. "Evelyn, I need you to help me find a method to permanently obliterate a mate bond. I don't care if it's agonizing—hell, I don't care if it's torture—as long as it doesn't kill me. There has to be some way to completely annihilate the connection so he can never track me again!"

Evelyn's expression grew sympathetic but absolutely immovable. "Sweetie, defying prophecy brings divine retribution crashing down on whoever interferes. I'm not risking cosmic punishment for anyone, not even you." She spread her hands apologetically. "If you want to wage war against fate, you'll have to research it yourself!"

I groaned and drained my wine in one frustrated gulp, feeling defeat settle in my bones.

*Fuck this cosmic bullshit.* But even as despair threatened to drown me, defiance blazed to life in my chest like wildfire. *Whatever. Prophecy or no prophecy, I'll find another way. Until I discover how to obliterate this goddamn bond, I absolutely will not let that bastard find me.*