MATED TO THE STRONGEST ALPHA
Chapter Twenty - Nine

Riker's

POV

As the moon concealed itself behind the clouds, I observed the white wolf as it disappeared into the darkness. Unable to shake off the strange feeling it evoked in me, I decided to transform back into my human form. "Who is she?" I muttered to myself. Her eyes seemed familiar as if I had encountered her before.

Earlier, while we were driving through the area, I heard a distress call from a lady in need of help. When I arrived at the scene, I found the white wolf courageously fending off three attackers. I assisted her momentarily, but as the enemies fled, so did she. What was the reason for her sudden departure?

Lost in thought, I was jolted back to reality by someone calling my name. It was my right-hand man, Dave. Dave and I had a business meeting with a pack situated in the area, and it had taken more time than we had originally anticipated. I heard the lady scream for help while on our way back to our pack.

Dave approached me while swinging the car keys, coming from the direction of the vehicle. "What happened?" he asked directly, concerned. I had originally left him alone to come to see what was going on here. "I can't quite explain it," I admitted.

"It's chilly out here and also quite late; let's be on our way," he suggested.

"Yeah"

We returned to the vehicle, and I returned to the passenger's seat while Dave sat in the driver's seat and continued the drive.

I couldn't shake off the strange sensation she left in me. Even as I stared at the street lights and the subtle trees, her image lingered in my mind.

"She was beautiful," I found myself saying aloud. Dave gave me a side eye, curious about my sudden remark.

"Did you say something?" he inquired.

Before I could answer, I set down the coffee I had been holding into the coffee holder and leaned back in my seat.

"That white-furred werewolf."

"White-furred werewolf?" he echoed.

I nodded. "I feel like I've met her before."

"What do you mean?"

"When I hurriedly left the car, I encountered what seemed like a werewolf who was defending two ladies from a bunch of wolves, three of them. The werewolf defending them had pure white fur."

My mind was still preoccupied with the enigmatic wolf as I tried to explain. "It's like meeting someone for the first time, but feeling like we've already known each other. I can't quite put it into words." "A sense of familiarity, as if you've encountered her in the past?"

I nodded in agreement.

"Perhaps she is your mate, our future Luna," Dave suggested, yet again raising the topic I had constantly tried to avoid.

"My mate?" I asked passively.

After the death of Selene, Dave had constantly been on my throat about the idea of replaceing myself another Luna. I honestly always tried to avoid this topic. I could not outright shoot down Dave's idea because I reasoned that he wanted the best for me, but I did hint him about it, but he either deliberately ignored those hints or did not get them at all.

"As you know, it is possible for us werewolves to instantly feel it or recognize our mate at first sight, so maybe this is the case. As our previous Luna has passed away, the case may be that you already have a new mate."

I contemplated his words. It was possible to become someone's mate when both parties fell in love. It was also possible to recognize your mate at first sight; however, in our modern day and time, it was not as common as some centuries ago, as I have been told and heard stories about. But it was possible. I picked Selene as my mate for my plans, but things did not work out in the end. Could this white-furred wolf have been my predestined mate? Something about her captivated me.

"What did she look like? Is she beautiful?" Dave inquired.

My heart responded without hesitation. "She was more than beautiful."

Her fur, as white as snow, shimmered under the moonlight, presenting a breathtaking sight. I couldn't fathom how a wolf could possess such stunning fur.

"White fur?" Henry grinned slightly.

"Do you know her?" I asked, hopeful for any information.

He shook his head. "No, I'm just amazed by your description. You truly seem captivated."

We fell into a contemplative silence, each of us lost in thought.

If I ever had the chance to meet her again, I wouldn't let it slip away. As the quiet settled around us, Dave spoke up.

"By the way, have you heard about Brandon?"

He referred to one of our friends from the Moonside Pack.

"No, what's happened?" I inquired.

"He found his Luna. He told me yesterday and invited us to join their dinner tomorrow."

"I'm glad he found his Luna," I replied, though my heart couldn't help but feel a bit of pain.

The information was indeed important and valuable, but I knew deep down that Dave had intentions of indirectly trying to coerce me into replaceing a new Luna by telling me this information at this particular time. He always did this. I bet he was ecstatic by the news of this white-furred werewolf.

Since the death of Selene, my pack has been curious about if they would meet a new Luna any time soon. However, I hadn't encountered anyone who felt worthy of being my Luna-until now, when I met the white-furred wolf. I did not want to get my hopes up about this white-furred werewolf, and neither did I want Dave and the rest of my back, so I told him not to spread the information about my encounter.

Sometimes, despite my requests, my pack couldn't help but bring up Selene, even though she was gone forever. No one returned from the dead. Yet, deep down, a part of me believed she was still alive. But was it genuine intuition, or simply guilt clouding my judgment?