August 29th, 2013
Returning home from school, I walked into the kitchen with my exam results in hand. My mom was standing at the stove, stirring the pasta she was cooking for dinner tonight. "Hey," I greeted her. She turned to me with a smile.
"Hey sweetheart," she sang. "What's that?"
"It's my exam results," I told her timidly. "I haven't looked at them yet."
Just then, my older sister, Carla, sauntered into the kitchen with her results. "Got mine too, Mom," she huffed as she shoved it into Moms' face. Mom sighed and took it from her, opening hers first.
It didn't take long for Moms' disappointed face to settle in. "Carla, all you've gotten is C's and one B," Mum sighed. "That's not good enough, I know you can do better than that." Carla just shrugged and went to sit at the dining table. Mom opened mine up and she was soon beaming with pride. "All A's and one B, oh, Angel, I'm so proud of you!"
"What's happened?" My dad walked in from the back, covered in grease and oil from working on his truck. Mom showed Dad my results, without him touching it, and he grinned proudly like Mom did. "Well done, sweetness!" Dad wiped his gross hands and then ruffled my hair a bit. "All that studying paid off, huh?"
I grinned and nodded. "Sure did." I heard my sister huff but I pretended I didn't. "So how was work, Dad?"
Dad shrugged. "Same old, same old," he sighed. "The Alpha wants me to lead a patrol tonight, again."
"More rogues spotted?" Mum asked worriedly.
Dad nodded. "The Alpha also wants me to be in a meeting with a neighbouring pack tomorrow afternoon as well." Dad was the Beta of our pack in Canada named the Winter Pack, the strongest pack in Canada, the third strongest pack in the world. You'd think that's an overstatement, an exaggerated statement, but it's not. Packs aren't measured by numbers, they're measured by the strength of the pack, the loyalties of the members and the authorities of every Alpha.
"Goodness, darling," Mom stroked Dad's cheek, his eyes closed lovingly and I smiled. Being mates, their love has never died and it'll last until their dying breath.
It was the only thing I wished for in this life of Werewolves - I want to meet my mate. I couldn't wait to have what my parents have - happily ever after.
After a few moments, I coughed. "I'm gonna go to my room and study for my essay due. The French Revolution won't write itself." I headed upstairs and closed my bedroom door. I sat on my bed with my laptop open in front of me and began to type away on The French Revolution. I got three paragraphs done when I heard a loud knock on my door. "Yeah?"
Carla opened the door and leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest and a scowl on her face. Great, I thought while mentally rolling my eyes, she's in one of her moods again. "What's up?" I asked casually.
"You think you're so great, don'cha?"
"Huh?"
"Your Mom and Dad's precious little perfect girl while I'm the black f*cking sheep. I get average grades, they're disappointed - you get perfect grades and you're a f*cking Goddess. It's not fair."
I sighed. Yes, she may be older than me by a few years, but she acted like a spoiled sixteen-year-old.
"I'm not their perfect daughter. I worked hard for my grades."
"And you think I don't?"
"No, Carla, you don't. All you do is the party most nights and hang out with your flavour of the day boyfriend." I could feel my frustration growing as she continued to deny everything, claiming Mom and Dad were playing favourites. "Carla, Mom and Dad are only worried about your future. Where are you going to go? What are you planning to do?"
Carla scoffed. "I'm going to be Luna of this pack some day. The Alpha's son, Richard, is my boyfriend. We'll mate, he'll mark me and I'll live a life of power and pampering."
"That's just assuming he'll even want to mate with you," I sighed. She used to be my everything until she hit puberty, then she started to be a little bitchy but still smiled at me and hung out with me the way a sister would and gave me words of encouragement. But as we got older, she got worse. Now all she cares about is mating and being marked by a man in power.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Carla hissed. At that moment I knew I stepped over the line as she stomped towards me, grabbed a fistful of my hair and shoved me off my bed. I shouted in pain as I hit my carpeted floor. "You don't know anything!" Carla screamed. "You're a fake! Everyone thinks you're so perfect but you're not!"
"Carla! What are you doing?!" I heard my mom's voice shout. But I wasn't thinking about that. My sister just attacked me - my dearest sister attacked me. She'd been verbally nasty to me but never has she ever been physical, hurting me the way she did just now.
Mom and Carla's voices were drowned out as I picked myself up and ran down the stairs, ignoring my mother's pleas as I burst through the back door and headed towards the forest behind our house. I just ran, ignoring the tears, the twigs scratching me, the leaves getting caught in my hair, the ache in my chest. I ran up a cliff and found my spot. It was a place I go to escape everything, watching the moon and the stars twinkle and shimmer together, I sometimes pray to the Moon Goddess when I needed advice or help. She never answered me but she did always let me know that she was here for me by gifting me a sense of calmness, a sense of hope. Right now, I needed our Moon Mother. Kneeling down and placing my hands in front of me, I gazed up at the moon. "Moon Mother, Moon Goddess, please hear me. I'm hurt, by my own blood and now I feel lost. I don't know what to do. Moon Goddess, please help me-"
A rustle from the bushes behind me made me turn around, wary. My wolf senses heightened as something was coming closer. I then remembered what Dad was saying earlier about the rogues. Damn it! It was a stupid idea to come out here.
Just as I got into my fighting stance, a scent invaded my nose and destroyed any thoughts I had. I closed my eyes in pleasure. It was a delicious mixture of sweat and mint and when I opened my eyes I saw a guy walking over towards me and something inside me stirred, awakened by his presence and it only said one thing. Mate.
AngelicaThe guy was now in front of me, grinning down at me like he just won something. His dark eyes roamed over my figure. His hair was damp from sweat, curling as it was drying, his dark eyes stared into mine and his muscled arm reached up and his cold fingers stroked my cheek - my damp cheeks from crying. His smile dropped as he continued to wipe my cheeks until they were dry from his touch. He gave me a small smile, a smile that made my heart tug and my belly flip-flop. I swallowed as he spoke. "Why were you crying?" He asked, his voice was smooth and enticing, his slight British accent made my knees weak.Embarrassed I looked down at my feet. "My sister and I had a fight so I came here to get away." After a moment of silence, I looked up at him and he regarded me with sympathy yet offered me a comforting smile."Let's sit down," he suggested as he carefully dragged me to the grassy ground beneath us, placing m
AngelicaThe grass beneath my bare back was cold yet soothing to my skin, my breath coming out in short heaves as Gabriel's mouth licked and nibbled at my neck. He'd made quick work of my clothes and they lay in a crumbled pile beside us. His warm hands roamed down my chest, down my waist to stop at my thighs before pulling away from my neck to loom above me. His eyes changing to a completely black hue and I knew he was holding back his wolf spirit.He grinned sluggishly, almost as if he were drunk, and whispered to me, "Let me have you."I felt a shiver travel through my entire body, I attempted to steady my breathing as I nodded, reaching for his belt buckle. He threw his head back and muttered something under his breath before I pulled his belt out and threw it to the side. And before I could even blink his mouth was on me again as he fumbled with his jeans. Then, with a hot blush wasing over me, we were one.
Gabriel BlackKicking the door open of his hotel room, his wet tongue clashing with this girls tongue as he did so, his arousal evident as he pressed the now solid body part against her belly. She giggled as she fumbled to take his shirt off. He complied and shrugged it off quickly, doing the same to her shirt - if that's what you want to call it. It was short, thin and see-through, an ugly pale red colour. And her short shorts, they were practically panties. Young girls these days have no self-respect at all. But, Gabriel thought as she stripped herself of her 'clothing', every hole's a goal.He grabbed a foil packet from his bedside table and after tearing it open and sliding the protective rubber around his hard member, Gabriel then pushed the girl onto his hotel bed and proceeded to do his work, pushing in and out hard and fast, inconsiderate of her feelings. He slammed into her so hard, the bed was beginning to squeak and he
AngelicaPacking my suitcase into the taxi's boot, I faintly hear Mom's cries as she clutches onto my father. "Don't worry, Mom," I said as I walked over to them, engulfing both of them into a tight, loving hug. "I'm going to be okay. I'll call every morning and every night, I promise." I pulled back and gave my mother the best smile I could with what little confidence I had. Mom smiled back weakly as I watched her heartbreak once again. A week ago, when my mate left me that night, my father called people he knew that might be willing to take me in. Either nobody had the room or they didn't want to. In the end, he called up Moms' parents from her old pack and they were more than happy to take me in - their pack was in Ireland, however. I shuttered at the thought of Ireland, knowing that that's where the Mermaids and Sirens like to go, on the shores of Ireland, attracting their pray. But Grandma and Grandpa were the only ones that were w
AngelicaGrandpa and Grandma took me into their office inside the magically beautiful mansion on the fourth floor and I told them everything - what happened, who it was and why I'm here. They understood perfectly and Grandpa was ready to kill something. "How dare that son of a bitch! How dare he do that to my granddaughter!" Grandpa yelled, his voice almost shaking the room.Grandma stood up from her seat and placed a calming hand upon his shoulder and he visibly relaxed, placing his even bigger hand on her small delicate one. "Thanks, Martha. But it just makes me so angry-""Now now, Victor," she soothed. "What's done is done. He's gone and she's here. What we have to do now is make sure she's happy and hope that he doesn't come back for her."I smiled warmly at Grandpa as he marched over to me and hugged me once again. "I'm so sorry you had to endure that, my darling.""It's okay, Grandpa.
AngelicaI heard muffled voices as I opened my heavy eyelids to a blurry white room. Hospital, I thought, unsure as to why I would be in a hospital with a drip in my arm... And I then remembered what happened. "H-hey, what's-" I tried to talk but my throat was too dry."Angel, honey?" Grandma's worried voice was suddenly next to me. I turned my blurry eyes to the short, delicate, grey-haired woman next to me. I smiled at her to reassure her and she sighed heavily in relief before smiling back at me. "Angel, sweetheart, you gave us such a fright. How are you feeling?""Fine," I managed to croak. "T-thirsty."Grandma chuckled and called out to someone for a glass of water and a straw. "You can't have too much just yet, sweetheart, just enough." I nodded in response as a nurse gave Grandma a clear glass of water with a straw. She held the straw to my lips and I drank happily, feeling disappointed when
CarlaSlipping on her skimpy red dress and red lipstick, playing with her long curled hair as she sussed herself out in her full-length mirror. Carla grinned and winked at herself. She then grabbed her handbag and was making her way down the stairs when she heard her mother cry. She stopped at the top of the stairs, listening to her father on the phone."Are you sure? Oh, no...how is Angel coping?... Not speaking? Well, I can't blame my poor baby....of course, we can, I'll book the flights right now. H-how is the baby?"Carla covered her mouth, stifling a gasp. Angelica is pregnant?! Carla clenched her teeth. So, first her 'mate' rejects her and now she's pregnant? More excuses to get attention! Carla didn't pity her little sister as she believed her little sister was acting out, trying to be perfect for their mother and father, trying to compensate for Carla's beauty - as Carla always believed.Carla walked careful
Angelica"Isn't there anything she can do?" Grandma asked my Grandpa in hushed voices, thinking I wasn't paying attention as I stared blankly out the window."I've researched every possible angle, every possibility, there's nothing she can do without risking being exiled or sentenced to death. Only someone of Royal blood can help her and they, too, are a part of the council so they will side with the Black family.""Surely there must be something, anything - he left her, for Goddess sake!" Grandma shrieked."It doesn't matter, she carries the heir to the Black family. However it went down, she will be at a disadvantage."Silence hung in the air until my grandma whispered so low I almost didn't hear. "Abortion?""Shh!!" Grandpa hissed. "Do you know what would happen to her if she even considered that?! If it was anyone else's pup, no one would bat an eyelash - but a Black's pup? A Council's pup?""You're right