Prologue

"This is Alpha Alrik's soul. What are you doing with it?" He asked, walking over to her and picking up the box as well.

The Moon Goddess bit her lip and looked down at the sphere, "I was going to.."

Her mate raised an eyebrow, "You were going to?"

"I was going to curse him so he wouldn't have a mate."

This time both his eyebrows rose in surprise, "That's a bit shocking coming from you. You spend much of your time fawning over newly mated wolves."

"He doesn't deserve a mate. How can anyone want someone like him? He's poisonous to the core."

"Cassandra, I think you're forgetting what I was like before I met you."

Her mate's reminder made her freeze for a moment.

He took that as a chance to continue, "Think about it, Cassandra. The curse could create even more problems if he takes his rage out on innocent wolves."

The Moon Goddess cocked her head and stared at her mate curiously, "Then what would you suggest? How do I stop him?"

He took her hand and pressed the sphere into her palm, "I think he should have a mate, but it shouldn't be someone who fears him and will submit to his dominant nature. If his soul is poison, his mate should be the antidote."

She took the sphere from his fingers slowly and rolled it between her own as her mind started to whirl, "Someone strong, but not cruel. A kind soul with a powerful voice. A woman whose authority matches, or perhaps even surpasses his."

"Exactly," her mate whispered, "Like you."

She smiled softly and placed the sphere back in the box her mate was holding.

It was time to stop the beast in his tracks a different way, one that would not only benefit him but all the wolves under his power.

"Otis, Bertram!"

Her loyal servants flew out to greet her immediately and bowed their heads, "Ms. Cassandra, what do you wish?"

She gave them a small smile, "Otis, Bertram, I want you to travel down to earth to find a mate for Alpha Alrik Kuznetsov."

Their eyes widened at the name of the evil Alpha. His deeds were known around the world.

"Are you sure, Ms. Cassandra?" Otis asked, clearly baffled by the request.

The Moon Goddess nodded, "Yes, I am sure. It doesn't matter what species his mate is, I want her to be as strong and vocal as he is, but for good causes, and she must have a kind, warm nature to balance his cold one."

Otis and Bertram exchanged a look. It was going to be a hard task to find a mate that had all those qualities.

"Now go, and return when you have a name to give me."

The two fairies bowed their heads again and flew away to get started on their difficult task.

The Moon Goddess looked down at the glowing sphere and placed her staff against it again, this time for a different reason.

"May love be your savior," she said, quietly blessing his soul.