A few minutes later, Alpha Evan stepped onto the stage to officially begin the mating ceremony. His deep voice commanded attention as he declared that tonight, he too would find his fated mate—the future Luna of our pack. I could imagine Serena's face lighting up right now at the announcement. Damn, I hope she really was the one destined to stand beside Evan as his Luna.
Around me, wolves had already begun finding their mates, their scents and the mating pull guiding them to each other. Then, one by one, couples were leaving the hall, eager to accept the bond they had just discovered. Watching their joy warmed my heart; it was truly a beautiful sight, seeing so many smiles all around.
But as time passed, a creeping worry settled in my chest. Why hadn’t I found my mate yet? The hall was rapidly emptying, with only a handful of Omegas and lower-ranking wolves left. I walked around, hoping to sense the pull, but nothing. No scent, no bond, no fated mate waiting for me. A sinking feeling weighed me down—was I destined to be mateless?