Alpha Alex

Alex's POV

My mate slept peacefully on the bed, her hair covering her face. This was the day after I brought her to my villa, and she still hadn't woken up. The way she snuggled into my cushion and duvet hinted at her longing for them. I couldn't blame her; she had been living with a family of hunters who adhered to medieval traditions more strictly than the rest of our pack.

She might think my pack was living in the past, but it was a regular pack, and I was the Alpha. Everything here was modernized. I'm twenty-three, and according to our pack's tradition, once I found my mate, we were supposed to mate. Afterward, if she was a virgin, the ritual required her blood to be collected on a white cloth, proving her virginity to the whole pack.

The pack members had gathered outside, waiting for this ritual. A positive outcome meant a celebration, but a negative one would bring trouble. I had a gut feeling that she might not be a virgin, so I devised a plan to save her, and possibly both of