What If Luca Was a Werewolf?
I meet him at the pack summit—Luca Carter, son of the Eastern Pack's Beta.
Beautiful. Silver-streaked hair. Confident. Strong.
And my fated mate.
"Alpha Blackwood," he greets formally, extending his hand.
When our hands touch, the bond snaps into place. Both of us gasp.
"Mate," my wolf rumbles.
His eyes widen—gold like mine. "You feel it too?"
"Yes." I don't let go of his hand. "You're my mate."
"Well." He smiles, and it's devastating. "This changes the summit agenda."
No force. No kidnapping. Just instant recognition and mutual desire.
We court properly. Dates, conversations, getting to know each other.
"Tell me about Marcus," he says during our fifth date.
"You know about him?"
"Everyone knows the Blackwood Alpha lost his mate tragically." His hand finds mine. "I'm not replacing him. I'm offering something new."
"I don't want a replacement. I want you." I pull him close. "Just you. Fresh start."
"Good answer." He kisses me, and it's perfect—willing, eager, right.
Three months later, we bond during the full moon ceremony.
"I claim you, Luca Carter, as my mate," I say formally before both packs.
"I accept you, Rian Blackwood, as mine," he responds clearly.
Our wolves merge—black and silver, Alpha and Beta, perfect partnership.
The bonding is mutual. Beautiful. Everything it should be.
Five Years Later
"Again!" Our son—Kai—demands in wolf form, wanting another race.
Luca shifts, his silver wolf playful. "One more, then bedtime."
They race across the pack lands, both fast and strong.
I watch from the porch, content. My mate. My son. My pack. Everything perfect.
Luca returns, shifting back, collapsing beside me. "He's got your energy."
"And your stubbornness." I pull him close. "Happy?"
"Completely." He kisses me. "This is everything I wanted. Partner, family, love."
"Same." I nuzzle his neck. "Thank you for choosing me."
"Thank you for courting me properly. Giving me the choice." His smile is warm. "We're good together."
"The best."
No force. No captivity. No trauma.
Just two wolves finding each other and building a life together.
The way it should've been.