Bonded By Destiny

Chapter 25

This is the first part of the ceremony.

Also I feel like I didn't do justice to this chapter. Will go back and edit soon, enjoy.

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***Third Person's POV****

The evening was dull with dark clouds occluding any sun rays from penetrating. Apart from that, the weather was calm save for the buzz that covered the entire pack lands. As darkness approached, adults raced down to the sacred hall mated and unmated. Excitement filled the pack, contrary to the baleful clouds that hang over them.

A series of screams of agony were heard at the former alpha's place. The Luna to be writhed in the bathroom, seated on the tiled floor as cold water pelted over her nude body. Anything to calm the heat that spread forth through her veins, leaving her insides burning.

'Rykeeeer! ' She screamed the raw pain in her voice breaking the heart of the women who waited by the bathroom door. She needed to be dressed for the ceremony, like tradition stipulated, several elderly women were appointed to groom her. In their presence, the former Luna was there, talking her through the pain.

The cold water did nothing to numb the pain, but it was something if you asked her. Like knives repeatedly being driven inside of her flesh, the dizzyingly acute pain temporarily blinded her.

Her scent hefty with arousal wafted through the air, to the outside inviting unmated males to mate with her. It coaxed them, calling them in ways they couldn't control. It dominated them, their cocks hardening inside their pants in pure lust. Ripe, their beasts knew she was ready and so were they.

Growls filled the air as the unmated werewolves responded to Tamara's pheromones. They fought with each other in an attempt to get closer to her and relieve the heat from her.

Several mated warriors had been placed all around the house and inside, guarding their soon to be luna in nothing but utter viciousness. They did a good job keeping the horny males away from the house. They fought and knocked the stubborn ones unconscious.

Alpha Ryker on the hand was cuffed with full harness chains back at his place. His wrists and ankles were restrained, attached together by a belly chain that went around his waist.

He growled viciously, his wolf seeking his mate. He wanted out, but per the tradition, he could only mate with her for the first time while she was in heat during the ceremony. If he were to be freed, he would fuck her at any place.

'Fucking let me go!' He roared, the sound resonating and halting every single werewolf that was in the house in their steps. The arrant stupendous power in that deep animalistic voice commanded respect. The lower ranked wolves around his how were brought down to their knees, their will failing them against their inflamed alpha.

His father and Jayson stood by him, awaiting the signal from his mother. Once Tamara was safely taken to the sacred hall, he would be unrestrained.

His wolf could feel the agony his mate was going through. He could feel how her insides tightened and turned jagged. Her insides felt raw, exposed as if her outer skin was not covering her any more. Her cries of affliction echoed through his mind, incensing his beast more at the restriction. He attempted to break the chains with every scream that iterated in his mind.

He was shirtless, droplets of salty liquid covering a larger part of his upper body. The jugular vein on his thick neck popped, rage coursing through it swiftly. His back was arched back, muscled like a well-bred stallion. It was well defined with curves of tense muscles visibly knotted every time he felt the pain of his mate.