Mated To The Beastly Alpha Dominic

Bethany's POV

It was a cold winter night, and we were all sitting in the sitting room, watching one of our favorite family dramas on Netflix. The heat from the fireplace brought us little warmth in the cold, and we reveled in it.

Dad wasn't here with us tonight. He hasn't spent time with us since he got that threat from Alpha Dominic. He kept working with his warriors, working on our security systems, planning various defensive tactics to keep Alpha Dominic from breaching our pack's boundaries.

"Mom, has Dad been able to settle his dispute with the bad Alpha?" my kid sister asked our mom in her cute little voice that always brings smiles to our faces.

"No, princess, the bad Alpha doesn't want to settle the dispute with daddy; he only wants war. But don't worry your pretty head about that, your strong father would find a way to get him to change his mind, " mom responded with a smile as she dropped a warm kiss on her forehead, causing her to smile widely.

"If you ask me, Mom, I'd say that Dad should just report him to the Lycan king. That way, we would not have to deal with him ourselves." I suggested again, but as always, Mom frowned at me, giving me that look that says, "Shut your mouth, Bethany, you are young and naïve, and you know nothing about Alpha Dominic."

I shrugged my shoulders and went back to watching my movie. They never listen to me anyway. They are just too scared to take action against that asshole who thinks he can get away with anything. - He woke up one morning and decided to expand his territories. In doing so, he took a large part of our lands and forced us to move further into the Woods. To avoid war and bloodshed, my father kept silent and let him do as he pleased.

"Just give us a piece of peaceful land, and don't continue to invade". Dad doesn't want much territory; he wants us to live a peaceful life.

Father sends daily updates on Pack's repairs and on Alpha Dominic's meeting with another Pack. Father said he'll be back tomorrow! Perhaps Alpha Dominic has forgiven us, or perhaps they have reached a consensus. I really can't say, but in this cold winter, the aroma of food wafts through the air every night, and children on the street share roasted apples eaten on a snowy night. A peaceful atmosphere fills me with joy. I am glad that thing is still going well and everything is fine.

The vibration of my phone distracted me from my movie. My face brightened when I saw it was a message from Carl, my boyfriend. I've been dating Carl for a few months now, and we plan to marry after college.

With the reduction in our population, no one really waits for their true mate anymore; we get mated to a suitable choice, and if you're lucky, you