All Chapters of THE ORACLE IS MY MATE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sorrel’s POVI stared at my reflection, another letter had come in from my mother and father. They were more terrified and the war was shifting closer to our center. If it got any closer, then we would lose. She was asking for the aid promised by the alliance, from my marriage.My eyes fluttered closed as I tried to weigh what I was up against. I’d always gone through life with strategy, my feelings aside. I knew my duty since birth and I loved my people. That was why my marriage to Nathaniel didn’t come as a surprise to me. I didn’t cry like some baby that I wanted something different because I knew the economic proposition and I knew what it would do for not just my pack but my family. So I’d said yes, refused to run even when I should have.But now, it felt like standing at the end of a cliff, going back was not an option, and leaping, leaping could inevitably send me to my doom.The aid. My people needed that aid and they came before everything else. Even me.I whirled from the m

Sorrel’s POVI stumbled inside, my head spinning. I barely paid attention to my surroundings when I ran into something hard. Like really hard.“Bleeding hell!” I cursed, stepping back to see what I ran into and it turned out to be who I ran into.Kaine.“For a Luna, you have a lot of foul words in your mouth,” Kaine commented.I didn’t have time for him today. I wasn’t in a good mood, and he could tell. He caught my arm when I was about to leave.“What’s the problem? Is everything alright? Where are you coming from?” He paused and his eyes roamed my body for any form of injury. “You don’t look well. Did you see anything?”His questions and worry got on my nerves and I ripped my hand from his grasp.“Leave me alone, oracle!” I fired, my voice low and harsh.There were too many people around and I didn’t want to draw attention to myself—and unlike his fucking brother, I didn’t have the ability to make people forget what I would do if I stayed in his presence any longer.I hit him in the

Sorrel’s POVWe moved everyone to the far side of the pack house. Close to the backyard and away from the royal werewolves' eyeshot.We had a fire set and we cooked. The villagers joined in and we set the place. It was like a mini festival only missing music.I coordinated everything here while Nathaniel was inside. I tried not to think of my situation, of what I could have been doing, looking for a broker or some trader for armies.My stomach roiled violently and I tried not to let it weigh me down.“Hey, Luna come over! Join us!” Hands were fastened around me before I could protest. They led me to the center then some wolves climbed up on the flat table that they used to eat.They picked up their plates, while others sat facing the table, drumming. A pup took a spot in the middle of the table and began singing.I laughed, the sight was lovely. He was singing about how beautiful I was.And just like that dancing started, and a big circle was formed. Wolves I didn’t know took my hand

Sorrel’s POVI walked into the dimly lit room. My steps were cautious as I was well aware of how dangerous every single wolf in this room was.The chairs were arranged around a round table at the center of the room.“From last night’s ball, we can all collectively say that the pack is once again under control,” Elder Brimsley said.“Yes, and from that we can deduce that in no time everything will be back to how it was.” Added Kaelor.Atreus leaned over the table with fingers intertwined. “Which brings us to the problem at hand.”Their eyes and necks turned simultaneously to where Nathaniel and I sat. I kept my face as passive as possible. “Why haven’t we gotten news of your pregnancy yet, Sorrel?” Elder Julienne said—an elderly lady amongst the council.“It’s been a week plus now since we agreed on this plan. And still there hasn’t been any sign of you getting pregnant any time soon.” Elder Brimsley said.“In the ball, you barely interacted as a couple. How are people supposed to bel

Sorrel’s POVThe room was decorated in gold and red—every chair and table was adorned. High-ranking werewolves sat and chatted while the artist touched a key on his instruments.It was beautiful. Truly.But what transpired through this room was anything but pretty.“Remember, know your place,” Nathaniel said lowly. Tone as hard as a brick.“Yes, alpha.”He didn’t need to tell me, I wasn’t going to screw this up any further. As we made our way into the crowd, all eyes turned to us. I brandished my best sun-like smile, following Nathaniel.We sat at a table. Their Alpha pheromones filled the area, each competing to surpass the other.“Alpha Nathaniel,” they acknowledged, “Luna Sorrel.”I tilted my head as well, greeting them.“Tell us, Nathaniel, how did you secure such a beautiful wife?” Alpha Knox asked, smiling.“Through the moon goddess,” he replied flatly. Uninterested.“We have a deal with the issue at hand.” Nathaniel shifted to the edge of his seat, hands on the table.“Our all