Alpha's mate is a male?!?-Chapter 199: Mating Night.

Kieran and Ace stand side by side before the altar, their fingers intertwined as the elders conduct the sacred ceremony.

The air is thick with anticipation, an almost tangible energy weaving through the gathered wolves and humans.

The human guests, seated at the front, lean forward eagerly. Having never seen anything like this before.

The eldest mediator, a bridge between the Moon Goddess and her wolves, steps forward, his voice steady with wisdom.

"Rings have never been a part of our traditions, but we have embraced them as a symbol of the depth of connection. Today, the rings will do more than bind this couple in promise. They will serve as a testament. After they place the rings on each other, we will call upon the Moon Goddess herself. If she deems this union worthy, she will send us a sign, sealing this bond forever."

A murmur ripples through the crowd, excitement and nervousness blending into one.

Kieran’s hands tremble slightly as he picks up the ring meant for Ace. He slides it onto Ace’s finger with slow, deliberate care, as though sealing more than just a promise, sealing fate itself. His thumb brushes against Ace’s skin, and the warmth of his mate grounds him, steadying the storm inside him.

Ace does the same, slipping the ring onto Kieran’s finger. His touch is gentle, reassuring, yet firm, as if to say, There is no doubt between us.

They are asked to kneel.

Kieran’s heart slams against his ribs. The moment he has dreaded is here.

What if the Moon Goddess does not send a sign? What if silence is all they receive? What if the moon goddess hasn’t forgiven him for his past mistakes towards the mate she had given him.

Will Ace believe their love isn’t real? Will he think Kieran’s past mistakes have tainted their bond? Kieran knows his love is unshakable, deeper than words can express, but what if... what if...

Ace, kneeling beside him, remains still, unwavering. His belief is unshaken, his trust absolute.

He does not fear what is to come, he knows in his heart, that their love is true, that the Moon Goddess will answer.

The audience watches in breathless anticipation.

Jun clasps his hands together, silently praying that the moon goddess answers. Rey does the same, his usual calm cracking under the weight of this moment.

Seconds pass.

Then minutes.

The air remains still. Too still.

Kieran almost can’t breath anymore, his heart beats erratically, and Ace can feel his tension.

But suddenly,

A sudden warmth spreads through them, deep and consuming, but not painful.

It builds steadily, filling every corner of their being until the elders around can feel it.

Then, from Ace’s chest, a single blue flame emerges, not wild or untamed, but calm and sure, flowing in a smooth, steady stream.

The crowd gasps, eyes locked on the ethereal glow. Before the shock settles, another flame, deep red, rises from Kieran, moving as if drawn to Ace’s.

The two flames meet, intertwining effortlessly, not flaring or clashing, but wrapping around them like a silent promise.

A perfect balance.

A perfect bond.

Awe-struck whispers fill the air as the two flames move toward each other, meeting in the space between them, passing until they wrap around them.

Kieran’s red flame wraps around Ace’s blue, entwining them in a perfect, seamless embrace.

Kieran’s breath catches.

The emotions flood him, overwhelming, all-consuming. His worry disappear.

This is real.

The emotions overwhelm him so much that he moves unconsciously, without thinking, without hesitation, Kieran turns to Ace and claims his lips in a kiss.

A kiss that is not just a kiss. A kiss that says every unspoken word, every ounce of devotion, every promise sealed in fire and moonlight.

Ace melts into him, his fingers tangling on Kieran’s garment, as if grounding himself in this moment. The flames do not burn them, they embrace them, wrapping them in warmth, in undeniable truth.

The humans watching are stunned into silence.

Some clutch their chests, overwhelmed by the sheer depth of emotion radiating from the couple. Others stare, wide-eyed, as though witnessing something out of a dream.

"God, I feel like I’m watching a fantasy movie," someone whispers in awe.

But this is no movie.

This is real.

The power of their bond surges through them, and suddenly, they start shifting in each other other’s arms.

It happens in perfect unison, as if orchestrated by the Moon Goddess herself.

Their bodies shimmer under the moonlight, limbs elongating, bones reshaping, fur spilling across their skin like liquid silver and shadow.

Kieran’s wolf stands proud and fierce, his deep black fur a striking contrast against the glowing red energy still swirling around him. His golden eyes burn with intensity.

Ace’s wolf is breathtaking.

His silver fur gleams like moonlight incarnate, the blue flame flickering along his chest like an eternal mark of destiny.

The wolves around them lift their heads and howl before bowing.

The humans, completely mesmerized, fumble for their phones, desperate to capture what they are witnessing.

Some record the transformation, while others simply stare, unable to believe their eyes.

Ace and Kieran do not hesitate.

Their wolves touch noses for the briefest moment, just enough to acknowledge each other, to feel the bond thrumming between them.

The moment their paws hit the earth, they disappear into the forest, their forms a blur of silver and black beneath the moonlit sky.

The other wolves follow, howling their joy, their celebration, as they surrender to the call of the Moon Goddess.

But even as the wolves vanish into the wilderness, the humans remain, their faces alight with wonder.

The energy in the air is electric.

They murmured amongst themselves, their voices filled with awe and disbelief.

Some still stare at the spot where Ace and Kieran disappeared, as if expecting them to return any moment.

Others glance at their phones, replaying the footage they captured, unable to believe that what they saw was real. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

The atmosphere is lively, yet different from any human wedding they’ve ever attended.

~Food and drinks are served in abundance. The humans, at first hesitant, now indulge without restraint, drawn to the rich flavors and unfamiliar dishes.

Laughter rings out, blending with the distant howls of wolves who have joined in the ceremonial shift beneath the moonlight.

Among them, little Billie clings tightly to his favorite detective, his small fingers curled into the fabric of the lady’s sweater.

His wide eyes dart around, still trying to make sense of everything, the flames, the shifting, the powerful energy that crackled through the air.

Earlier, he had wailed, his tiny voice lost in the crowd’s gasps, his heart convinced that his parents were burning up right before his eyes.

It had taken effort to pull him away, to calm his cries and reassure him that they were safe.

Now, he watches everything with cautious curiosity, his grip firm, his little brows furrowed in deep thought.