Amarah A chosen Mate doesn’t give you the bond your fated Mate gives you, you don’t feel the pain of their betrayal or their pain from injuries and most end up cheating on one aother. In my Pack no one has a chosen Mate, not because I wouldn’t allow it but because they all know the value of your fated Mate. If you see a couple, their actions towards one aother will tell you if they are fated or chosen Mates, chosen Mates will be able to sit next to one aother without touching and for fated Mates it is the total opposite. If they can’t touch one aother when or wherever they want they will get frustrated and annoyed, they can’t stand being separated for long. A male can’t stand it if another male looks at his Mate or tries to touch her and that can result in arguments and fights. The same goes for a female, but somehow we are able to keep up a front in public and once no one is around all hell will break lose. I have only heard stories about those kinds of fights, but if they are anywhere near the truth I believe it is best to stay away from a male with a fated Mate. If I have to guess my response will probably be worse than the stories I heard and someone might end up losing their life. “Alpha, lunch is served.” Ione calls out and I am glad that she pulled me from this file, it is making me grumpy to say the least. “Thanks, Ione. After lunch we need to discuss this file and after that it is time for the Pups to play.” I say as I get out of my seat and all four of them nod their head in acknowledgement. Alastor and Dad are discussing the competition as they have done since the invitation arrived and I chuckle as I hear Alastor ask if it is possible to rig the draw. “Son, why the hell would anyone want to do that?” Mom asks loudly and every conversation quiets down to listen. “Mom, we all know that Amarah wants to kick two asses in particular and if she can do that in the first round she will be clear from the second round. We all know she will knock both of them out and regulations states that she is through to round three if that happens.” He says without blinking his eyes. Within seconds everyone is discussing if it can be done and what would be the best way to get it done, soon the most outrages things are suggested. Mom is laughing her ass off at every comment she hears and I listen to it as I eat my lunch without taking any of it seriously. Mom knows I would never cheat and rigging the draw would be the same as cheating. Ione, Eos and Rhea have a few ideas of their own and soon they are in the midst of a heavy discussion, except for Melia, she is awfully quiet. She is deep in thought and I can’t help myself from wondering what is going through that head of hers. Once lunch is over I walk back to my office and I know that my friends are right behind me. I grab the file of my desk and sit down in my armchair, indicating to the girls that this is serious business. Within seconds the room is quiet and I open the file I am holding in my hand. “The Alpha of Rock Moon Pack has asked for our help, he has a young woman at his Pack that needs asylum. She is a Beta’s Daughter of a neighboring Pack and she fled to his Pack when her Father tried to force a chosen Mate on her. Like us, he doesn’t think anyone should settle for a chosen Mate and after he heard her story he nearly lost it, luckily his Son was able to calm him down or he would have gone to war. He doesn’t want trouble with his neighbors, but he also doesn’t want to send her packing. His Brother will be passing by our Pack in a few days and he is willing to take her with him, if we are willing to grant her asylum.” I already knew what their answer would be when I first read the file and their growls and roars proofs to me that I know them as I know myself. “I already send him a message that she will be more than welcome here, if she wants to make the move up here. I also asked him if she had had the chance to pack anything or if we needed to prepare more than just a room.” I say and I see smiles appear on their faces. They know I only told them to prepare them for the woman and wouldn’t be caught of guard by her story.