Mated by Mistake novel Chapter 6

Rosalie Murdoch stared at the sacred circle. The circle was a patch of land on a hill that was surrounded by a ring of stones. It was the sacred ground of the pack. This is where Christopher Reynolds would mate with 19-year-old Grace Anderson. Under the blessing of the moon goddess, the Council, and the pack's watchful eyes. Grace was another insufferable bitch! Rosalie had met her on a few occasions. She was a typical Alpha princess, with her head stuck in the clouds.

"Rosalie, there you are. I looked for you all over." a curious voice startled her from behind. Melissa approached her carrying a bunch of white and red flowers.

A few girls of the pack, including Rosalie, were assigned by the beta Roger, the second in command, to put fresh beautiful flowers on the stone pillars surrounding the circle. Grace Anderson, the bride to be, had requested to have a "flowery" union. Ugh. Everyone was busy preparing for the ceremony and decorating different areas of the pack. Several distinguished guests from other packs were also arriving for the ceremony. So, everyone was busy doing something.

"You've been crying again!" Melissa declared. It was not a question, it was a statement.

"I am not crying. I didn't sleep well last night," Rosalie snapped.

" You are not an exceptionally good liar, Rosalie. Did Chris say something?" Melissa asked, she was the only one who knew about Chris being her mate. She was the only one who Rosalie trusted with the secret. The romance between the Alpha and a lower rank wolf was frowned upon by the Council. They didn't believe in 'tainting the bloodline. It was not forbidden but it was best to avoid such circumstances. Rosalie's father was the second-in-command and was proud of it. Although Rosalie was a Beta by rank. She was still not good enough to be a Luna.

"I haven't seen him in days," she lied and continued to grab and tie the flowers on the blocks on stones. It looked like a flowery Christmas decoration.

"I said you cannot lie to me," Melissa rolled her eyes. "Chris has been in a bad mood all day, he thrashed his office earlier, Roger had to send some boys to control him. They are cleaning up right now."

Rosalie sighed. She knew that there was no way to deny the truth.

"He said he loved me," she whispered, "I love him, Melissa," she whispered again, pain erupted in her heart, "you can't imagine how much it hurts, doing all of this, decorating for his mating with that bitch!" She said, throwing the flowers back into the cardboard box.

Melissa hugged her sympathetically. "The council sucks." she whispered into her ear, feeling her pain.

"Why didn't Chris oppose? If he is your mate, he should show some spine and tell the council that you will become his Luna. The ceremony is tomorrow for crying aloud! Is he a stupid chicken or a wolf?" she said and paced around in anger. Rosalie knew she felt bad for her.

"He can't," Rosalie whispered back. She tried to control her voice so that the others would not hear the pain and hatred in it.

"Anderson Pack would have waged a war with us for disgracing their Princess and breaking the oath. You don't want another pack war, do you?"

Melissa frowned.