Chapter 2 Find A Mate

Fiona's POV: I don't want a mate! I crossed my arms and grumbled, "Can't we switch it to something else? Like becoming the richest person in the world?" Werewolves only get one mate for life—eternally loyal, never unfaithful. But if I were the richest person in the world, I could have as many handsome men as I wanted. Why would I let a so-called mate rob me of my freedom? Mike's expression remained calm, but his voice was firm. "No, because I already hold that title. And as you can see, being the world's richest person doesn't automatically make you the head of the rogues." "Could it be that only female werewolves can become Queen, and that's why you never got the title?" I asked earnestly. My five foster fathers exchanged glances. Victor, the youngest foster father, let out a chuckle. Mike shot him a piercing glare. Before things could escalate, Jimmy, my second foster father, quickly stepped in. "Sweetheart, this final test comes straight from ancient werewolf lore. A rogue who receives the Moon Goddess' blessing can ascend as the true Queen! We're at least 90% sure it'll work. Besides, you've had your wolf for quite some time—it's about time you found your mate. Mike chimed in, "We've carefully selected the best mate candidates for you—elite Alphas from werewolf society. CEOs of major corporations, A-list celebrities, renowned doctors, and high-profile lawyers. Trust me, there's bound to be someone who meets your standards!" Victor, the strongest warrior among my foster fathers, reassured me, "Relax. Every one of them is an Alpha's son. Under the peace agreement we made with their packs, there's also a marriage clause. For the sake of maintaining that peace, they have no choice but to accept your selection." Daniel, my mind-reading foster father, clapped his hands together. "Here's the deal! You have three years—test them all out, become the world's richest person, or find your fated mate. No matter how this ends, if you manage to reach the highest level of rogue, we'll reward you with this entire island!" They're giving me the island?! Excitement surged through me instantly. The island Daniel referred to is none other than the Exile Island we're currently on. Owning it isn't just about gaining access to its natural resources. It grants me full authority over the unpredictable rogues who inhabit it! "Deal!" I grinned, rubbing my hands together in anticipation, already mapping out how to leverage the Exile Island's forces to take control of the werewolf world within three years. All it takes is making a male werewolf's soul willingly submit to me as his mate under the Moon Goddess's blessing. Three years? Please—I'll have it done in three days! "Sweetheart, don't think I can't read your mind. No cheating! You need a true soulmate! If not, the Moon Goddess won't grant you her blessing," Daniel said, flicking my forehead. Damn it! So forcing it isn't an option after all! Fine, I'll just ditch the werewolves I don't like first, then take my time building my fortune until I'm the richest person in the world. Daniel shot me a knowing look. "Without our approval, breaking off a bond on your own might just spark a war ... " Ugh! He read my mind again! I shot him a glare before quickly turning away to pack my bags. Before long, I stepped onto a private jet, my heart weighed down as I left Exile Island behind. ... Northern Continent Pier. In the dead of night, with no one around, the crash of waves filled my ears. I pulled out my phone, ready to call the contact my foster fathers had set up for me. Bang! Bang! A sudden, ear-splitting noise made me jump, and my phone slipped from my grasp. It hit the ground—shattering completely. Arghhh! Since high-tech devices were banned on Exile Island, this was the first time I'd ever used such a high-end phone! I scowled, narrowing my cold eyes as I turned toward the source of the noise. A black Rolls-Royce had slammed into the wooden stakes near the port, its frame tilted at an angle, wisps of white smoke curling from the hood. The car door creaked open, and a pair of pale, well-defined hands emerged first, followed by a man slowly stepping out. Even from a distance, the stormy aura surrounding him was impossible to ignore. The man struggled to stay on his feet. Behind him, five or six rogues closed in, weapons in hand. He dropped to the ground, one hand clutching his abdomen, his lips drained of color. His sharp features were set in an icy expression, but the pain had cast a faint shadow over his face. The rogues radiated bloodlust as they advanced. "Well, well, what do we have here? The Alpha's son, all alone. Even with a busted leg, you still managed to drive? Impressive ... but this is the end of the road for you." "Only you guys?" The man narrowed his sharp eyes, his expression turning even darker and icier. One of the rogues spat onto the ground. "Tch, still putting on a brave front when you're barely hanging on!" Without hesitation, he lifted the steel pipe and swung it at the man. Rogue werewolves going after a pack wolf—how interesting. Should I intervene? A sly grin spread across my face.