Chapter 70
Elowen POV
I stretched my arms overhead and let the sun warm my face as we wandered the grounds. Everything buzzed with energy, like the air itself knew something big was happening. Wolves were everywhere. Laughing, flirting, play wrestling, running in packs like damn golden retrievers who found out it’s Treat Day.
Taya looped her arm through mine, practically bouncing. “Three confirmed mates already,” she whispered like it was some state secret. “Three. And it’s only day one. What if more happen during speed dating?”
I grinned. “It’s gonna be absolute chaos. I can feel it.”
Lachlan walked just ahead of us, tossing a joke over his shoulder. “Aye, if another one finds their mate in the next hour, we’ll need an entire medic tent just tae deal with all the… ahem, bond sealing aftermath.”
Ashrian groaned, “Gods help us. If Jace’s room survives this weekend, it’ll be a miracle.”
Daxon just smirked like the smug asshole he is and bumped his shoulder into mine. “You’re glowing, mate. Is it the mate magic or the gossip high?”
“Both,” I said, smirking. “Also, I slept amazing, so maybe that’s it. You should try it sometime.”
The pack had set up shaded tents and long benches around the clearing for speed dating, like a massive, outdoor, hormone fueled mixer. Some wolves were already nervously adjusting their shirts or combing fingers through their hair like they weren’t literal beasts who wrestled in mud last week. The buzz of emotions was so intense I had to pull my shield tighter around my chest to keep from drowning in
- it.
I spotted Jace and Amaris sitting side by side off to the right. They looked like they were already mated for a decade, their mate marks glowing, legs tangled, his hand possessively resting on her thigh, and her grinning like she just won the damn lottery.
“Look at them,” I said, nudging Taya. “That’s what fate looks like when it hits you square in the tits.”
She cackled. “I want it. I need it. Why can’t I have multiple mates?” Rylen growled furiously and picked Taya up and threw her over his shoulder as she squeeled.
“I’ll show you, you only need one.” He snarled as he stalked towards their room.
I snorted so hard I choked on my own spit.
The rest of us found seats near the front, the rest of our group trailing behind, still buzzing with jokes and commentary. It was weirdly beautiful watching it all unfold, so many wolves hoping, maybe for the first time, that fate hadn’t forgotten about them. That maybe, just maybe, they were made for more.
I laid a hand over my heart, Lyssira stirring beneath my skin. “This is how it begins,” she whispered.
I didn’t respond out loud. But gods… I hoped she was right.
The first bell rang and the speed dating began like a damn reality show. Honestly? I should’ve brought popcorn.
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Pairs rotated every five minutes, and let me tell you…some of these wolves were trying way too hard. One dude brought a fucking guitar. Another had a bouquet of wildflowers he kept awkwardly passing off like a magical baton of desperation.
“Oh my gods,” I whispered to Lachlan, “he’s doing the eyebrow raise thing again.”
Lachlan squinted. “He thinks it’s seductive. Looks like he’s tryna sneeze while flirting.”
Ash was half lounging behind us like a Greek god judging mortals. “That one over there? Already pitched the same cheesy ‘Are you a full moon? Because I go wild for you‘ line to four girls.”
Daxon snorted. “Gotta admire the consistency.”
Suddenly a loud clank echoed across the tent. Chairs scraped back, and a girl stood up mid round and shouted, “You just told me I had Alpha hips. What the actual fuck does that mean?!”
The poor guy scrambled to explain, but it was too late. The pack collectively winced. I leaned over to Taya’s now empty chair and whispered to myself, “And that’s how you get rejected on national wolf television.”
But then the crowd stirred. Heads turned. And like they were walking out of a cologne commercial, Rylen and Taya strolled into the dating tent from the woods, glowing like smug bastards who just invented orgasms.
Taya’s cheeks were flushed, her braid half undone, lips kissed raw. Rylen? Shirt rumpled, mouth curved in the kind of proud smirk that said, Yeah, I broke her soul a little. You’re welcome.
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