Chosen to Fated

Wait, Bobby?

Moon Goddess, it is so hard to focus. This office is exactly where the smell was coming from. My mates scent is saturated into every inch of this office. At this point Celeste has basically forgotten how to speak, so it's mostly growls and the occasional 'MATE' in what I would describe as demonic possession meets large overgrown puppy? It's certainly a task keeping her at bay at the moment, I've definitely left indents in this arm chair.. Hopefully I didn't leave holes. My knuckles are white, fingertips numb; yeah, I definitely left holes. 'Sh*t, can you pull yourself together and let me focus? I think I liked you better with your block up.' I tell Celeste who proceeds to screech MATE! at me and goes back to trying to rip out of me.

I look back up to the man behind the desk, who is not my mate but smells heavily of him. Once he takes notice of what I would assume is a confused expression on my face, he sighs heavily and takes a sip of his coffee. "Again, my name is Beta Robert, or Beta Rob, I will answer to both. I know that you're here because of -" he temporarily stops looking at me to glance at the notepad in front of him. "a recommendation by Sean and Sheera.. but that is about all I know, so where are you from?" He asks expectantly. I don't really know what to respond with. I mean, I'm from here, technically. but it all got messed up and I never got to spend time here, my Dad was here, my mother took me elsewhere. I don't really know if I want to get into that with him, maybe I should just keep my name not attached to my mother, that would probably be for the best. I think tha-

"Moral? Hello?" Beta Rob interrupts my thoughts. "Listen, we just need to get through this questionnaire, the Alpha already approved this transition, so do you think we can concentrate for a few minutes? Don't get me wrong, we've all had bad days, hell, I've had some bad months, t'was a bender kind of year" he mimicked in a British accent as he held an imaginary monocle. I giggled a few times before realisation hit me, my jaw hit the floor.

"BOBBY?" I practically yelled at him, realising that I've met this man before, well, he was much less of a man then.

*Flashback*

I was living with my grandma, avoiding my mother and her new husband, and not hearing a word from my father, until one day my mom burst into Grandma's house and yelled "Moral! Get your ass out here, I need to speak with you!"

Of course, my almost 16 year old self, didn't want to listen to the woman who gave me life, nor did I want to speak with her at all, so I sat back on my bed and stared at the ceiling. However my grandma came into my room and said "sweet girl, I know you don't want to do this, but you should know, it's about your father." My ears perked up. "My dad? Grandma, I haven't heard from him in years!" I replied, feeling the moisture in my eyes getting heavier.

"I know, but Moral, I don't think you can pass judgement on him just yet. What do I always tell you?" She looks at me with her warm hazel eyes, closely resembling my own.

"There are always two sides to every story." I mumble.

"Yes, and who's side of the story do you have yet to collect?" She asks, eyes now boring into my own. I sigh, mostly at a loss for words. "his.." I reply sadly. She smiles lovingly. "Exactly. now let's go out there and find out what your mother wants." She leans down to hug me and whispers "deep breaths, Honey, it will all be alright". I take one more deep breath of her wonderful scent and enter the livingroom where my mother impatiently awaits.

Standing at 5'3 my mother isn't a very intimidating woman, but with her controlling attitude and resting b*tch face, she thinks she stands at 6'1. She has short, straight Auburn hair, very dark brown eyes, and a tanned complexion. I don't think I look much like my mother, although plenty of pack members comment on the resemblance. I have long, straight, black hair, I stand taller than her at 5'6, I'm a bit curvier than her as well. I have quite a pale complexion in comparison, I only get a slight golden tan in the summer, and I have the same hazel eyes as my grandmother.

"Moral. Finally." My mother comments, rolling her eyes. "Your father called last night. He wants you to spend a few weeks with him over the summer." She casually says as if this isn't the first time I've heard of him in over four years.

"Why?" I ask her. She zeroes in on my jogging pants, oversized t-shirt and messy bun.

"Because he wants to see you, obviously. And I hope when you go you pack nicer clothing than that." She says pointedly, raising a manicured eyebrow at my attire. "You look like a slob, why don't you take better care of yourself?" Before I can even open my mouth my grandmother chimes in "Don't start with that again Christina. I won't have you touting that Cr*p in my home. She looks fine." My mother rolls her eyes again and says "Fine, mother. Dote on her like you always do, it'll only hurt her in the long run." She turns her attention back to me "So, Moral, are you going or are you calling him to tell him no?" I look at my grandma with the silent question, she nods and smiles at me, which I return, sending a silent thank you to the Moon goddess for giving me such an amazing grandmother.

I turn back to my mother, "Yes, mother, I'll be going."

"Good, find your own ride though, Marcus is taking me on vacation so I can't bring you." With that sentiment, she turns on her heels and starts to walk out of the cottage, turning back at the last second to say "Crescent Band Pack will be expecting you next Saturday." and she leaves.

*End of flashback*

Bobby was one of the first people I met at Crescent Band when I was 15. He was my Dad's neighbors' son. He looks at me confused, trying to place me. "Blacke.. are you one of Brian's nieces?" he asks. "No," I reply "I'm his daughter, you knew me as his -" I try to explain further but he cuts me off with "CLEMENTINE?" I nod as he stands up and comes around the desk to wrap me in a hug. Part way through a hug Bobby chuckles and says "Who gives a nickname that's double the length of their actual name?" I give him an exasperated sigh to end the hug and lightly punch his arm "Hey! It was because my dad used to sing me that song when I was a baby. The one, 'oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine" I tell him and he shakes his head and laughs outloud. "I am 99% sure that song says 'Valentine' not Clementine." He tells me. I roll my eyes and sigh, I thought it was a cute story.

"Everyone is going to be so excited to have you back Clem!" he tells me excitedly. "Why wouldn't you just use Clementine Blacke on your application, we wouldn't have even needed an introduction?" he asks me, curiously.

I gulp nervously, I don't even know why I'm nervous, "Well, if I'm honest with you, I can't let people know I'm here, and it's not going to be a pretty story as to why." I tell him.