
Beschreibung
"Ich, Madeline Clark, lehne ab ...", begann ich zu sprechen, aber Alpha Dimitri stoppte mich, indem er seine Hand uber meinen Mund legte. Er zog mich naher an sich heran und knurrte. "Was zum Teufel machst du?!" schrie er. "Ich lasse nicht zu, dass du das tust, Maddie. Ich habe monatelang auf dich gewartet und werde dich nicht verlieren!" Seine Augen waren voller Schmerz und seine Stimme klang panisch. "Du gehorst mir, Maddie", sagte er, wahrend er sich zu mir lehnte und einen kleinen Kuss auf meine Stirn druckte. "Du gehorst mir und ich werde dich nicht gehen lassen." Madeline ist ein 17-jahriges Madchen, das immer noch nicht in ihren Wolf verwandelt ist. Ihr Vater hat ihre Mutter verlassen, als sie sehr jung war. Sie wurde die ganze Zeit gemobbt und ausgelacht. Nachdem sie ihre Mutter verloren hat, die Person, die sie am meisten geliebt hat, ist Madeline vollig verzweifelt und gebrochen. Ihr Vater kommt zuruck, um sie in sein Rudel zu bringen. Madeline ist dagegen, aber ihre finanzielle Situation zwingt sie, mit ihm zu gehen. Dimitri ist ein Lycan-Wolf, der Alpha seines sehr erfolgreichen Rudels. Er ist 22 Jahre alt und hat seine Gefahrtin noch nicht gefunden. Als Madeline in sein Rudel kommt, ist er sehr uberrascht zu erfahren, dass sie seine Gefahrtin ist. Er ist auch sehr frustriert, weil sie seine Stiefschwester ist, die sich noch nicht verwandelt hat. Sie kann ihn nicht als ihren Gefahrten erkennen. Madeline hat Schwierigkeiten im neuen Rudel. Sie hat keine gute Beziehung zu ihrer Stiefmutter. Sie kann es kaum erwarten, 18 zu werden und zu gehen. Was wird passieren, wenn Madeline herausfindet, wer ihr Gefahrte ist? Was wird Dimitri tun, nachdem sie ihn abgelehnt hat? Wird er sie uberzeugen konnen zu bleiben?
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Apr 13, 2026
Dimitri’s POV
“Have you thought about taking a chosen mate, Dimitri?” my mother asked, making me roll my eyes. “You are 22 years old. It’s time for you to choose a strong she-wolf to become your Luna.”
I continued cutting my meat without bothering to look up at my mother.
Skol growled. He hated the thought of having a chosen mate. We would wait for our fated mate.
“Leave him alone, Janet,” Mike, my mother’s new mate, said. “He already told you that he wants to wait for his fated mate.”
I glanced up at Mike and gave him a small nod.
I didn’t really like him. I had nothing against the guy, but something about him never sat right with me.
My mother married him two years ago. He wasn’t a Lycan like my mother and me. I never understood why my mother wanted to marry him, but that definitely wasn’t my business, so I never got involved. I tolerated Mike because I had to.
Some of our pack members frowned at the fact that Mike was just a werewolf and not a Lycan like my mother and me. Technically, that was true. What my pack members didn’t know was that Mike really had Lycan genes, but his Lycan never woke up.
It didn’t matter to me anyway. He wouldn’t be able to become the Alpha of my pack even if he were a Lycan.
Something was wrong with Mike today. He seemed absent and a little worried.
“Mike, honey, stop worrying,” my mother mumbled as she took his hand in hers. “Everything is going to be okay.”
Mike looked up at her and frowned.
“How can you say that?” he said with a hint of anger in his voice.
What the fuck happened?
“What the hell is going on?” I asked before my mother could say anything else.
My mother and Mike glanced at each other. Mike sighed, ran his fingers through his hair, and looked down at his plate.
My mother looked at me, and I raised an eyebrow at her.
“Mike’s fated mate is dying,” my mother said, making my eyes widen.
I looked at Mike. I was so fucking confused.
“I thought that you didn’t find your fated mate,” I said, holding back a growl.
I fucking hated wolves who betrayed their fated mates. A mate was a gift from the Goddess. A mate was supposed to be loved and cherished. What the fuck was he doing here with my mother if his fated mate was out there somewhere?!
Mike looked up at me and took a deep breath.
“I did find her,” Mike mumbled. “I just never marked her.”
My confusion turned into a surprise.
How the fuck did he manage to hold back from marking his mate? I was so fucking sure that I would sink my canines into her neck as soon as I met her.
“I was young and stupid,” Mike sighed, looking back down at the table. “I thought that my Lycan would surface. I waited for it to happen. I was the only one with Lycan genes in my pack, and I thought that once I got my Lycan, I would be able to do so much more than just be a Beta of my pack.”
Mike stopped talking and sighed.
“I met my mate,” Mike continued. “I promised her that I would mark her as soon as my Lycan appeared. Except it never happened. I got more and more frustrated. I got so fucking angry. I spent my days drunk on whiskey mixed with wolfsbane. I was constantly pissed off. She kept asking me to mark her, but I never did.”
Mike stopped talking and looked at my mother.
“So you don’t have a mate bond with her?” I asked.
“No,” Mike said as he looked at me. “I wouldn't be able to mark your mother if I did.”
Chosen mates and second mates could also mark each other. The mark wasn’t as powerful as it was when it was given by a fated mate, but it still had power.
“But you are bound to her, aren’t you, Mike?” my mother said with a hint of resentment in her voice.
I furrowed my eyebrows. What the hell was she talking about? How could he be bound to a woman he never marked?
“I am,” Mike mumbled.
“How?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.
“I have a child with her,” Mike said, looking at me.
My eyes widened.
He had a child?
“I got her pregnant when I still thought I would mark her,” Mike said. “I left her when my child was 2 years old.”
My eyes widened even more. The little respect I had for Mike plummeted to the ground.
“I feel so fucking guilty,” Mike said as he ran his fingers through his hair. “I haven’t seen my daughter in 15 years, and now…”
He stopped talking and took a deep breath.
“You have a daughter?” I asked, trying to mask my growing rage.
“Yes,” Mike nodded. “She is 17 years old. Her name is Madeline.”
“And her mother is dying?” I asked, clenching my fists.
“Yes,” Mike said. “She has cancer. She called me a few days ago, begging me to take Madeline in when she dies.”
“You will do it,” I said.
It wasn’t a question. It was a fucking order. He would do it. He wouldn't just let a 17-year-old girl alone. He had done enough damage already.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Dimitri,” my mother said, making me growl.
“Why the fuck not?” I asked, glaring at my mother.
“Mike and I aren’t that young anymore,” my mother sighed. “I’m not sure that we could handle a 17-year-old girl.”
I growled and looked at Mike.
“You are not leaving your child alone again,” I said. “What pack is she in?”
“My old pack, Red Moon,” Mike said.
I knew about that pack. I visited it five years ago with my father. It was just a few months before he died, and that trip was one of my favorite memories with him.
“Don’t make the same mistake again, Mike,” I said as I stood up. “You already left your child once. Don’t do it again.”
I walked away from the table.
I needed to get away from them.
I was so fucking pissed off at Mike.
How could he do that to his fated mate and his child?!
I would love my fated mate more than anything else in the world. She would be so fucking loved and protected.
I would never do what Mike did.
Never.

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