Amelia's Unruly Mate

Chapter 2: Amelia

Sunlight seeping in through the curtains, gracing my room with a hint of warmth. Owning a pent house was courtesy of my mom and her exotic lifestyle. It came with the package of having a richly buoyant parent.

Waking up without experiencing hangovers was not really a hassle, considering that I knew how to hold my alcohol well, so I barely experienced hangovers. It's not a werewolf ability thing, it's just my personal attribute. Moving the gray covers off me, I went into the bathroom.

There I was staring at myself in the mirror, gracing my skin were hickeys from last night's s****l encounter. He did a good number on me, even left souvenirs for reminiscing.

Taking my mind off it with a sly smile gracing the corners of my lips, I proceeded to take a shower. Stepping out of the shower to start my daily routine, of which the worst part of my routine was; deciding what to wear and what to eat.

"Get yourself a maid, Amelia" my mum would always say. "You're an alpha's daughter, act like one".

There's always an argument about me acting and living large like a real alpha bloodline should, when it comes to conversations with my mom.

Knowing the decisions about what to eat was a crucial task for me. I think it was high time I got myself a maid, or I tried new recipes rather than the regular spaghetti and meatballs or, toast and coffee that I had regularly. My body definitely needs good food at this point.

Take the landline and dial my mother's number. On the third ring she picks.

"Hey mum, how are you?". I asked happily.

" Hi, honey, how are you? Well, I'm fine as usual." she replied "your dad spoils me every day".

"I'm fine as well mom", resting on the recliner, "I need your help in getting a good maid." At this point, I think, I just turned my mother into a stone by my request, because the line was silent for a minute.

"Mom, are you there?" Concern laced in my voice.

"Amelia honey, you sure you're alright?". I sighed at the question. "You are certain you didn't hit your head somewhere, love".

"Of course not mom, I just decided to take at least one piece of your advice and go along with it". I waited for a response." Is that a problem?"

"I'll send a maid over later today". My mother was still recovering from the shock,"You surprise me each day Amelia, hopefully you won't be, the end of me some day". I snickered at that statement. What a drama queen.

"Don't forget to come to the pack house later today" she reminded me.

"I know Mom". With that, I ended the call. Staying on the call would have been the end of me, knowing who my mother was. I knew what was next, if I had kept the conversation going.

It definitely was not my fault that the moon goddess decided to create my other half centuries after I was created. Ughh! Such an annoying situation to be in, 21 years of age, an alpha's most treasured daughter, the only child and heir still unmated, I couldn't even morph into my wolf form still. Liah is definitely sad, the more each year rolls by without our mate, the more distant she was from me.

Every day, I hate myself and everything. My mate is definitely going to feel the heat when we finally get to meet him or her, because I don't understand why our mate would keep us waiting for forever before meeting us.

Deciding not to dwell on those negative but troubling thoughts, I headed to the mall to shop for some nice things for mom, before heading to the pack house. I was only doing this, so she didn't bombard me with questions about my mate and my communication with Liah, my wolf.

Ever since I turned 18, and I haven't got the chance to meet my mate, just like every other 18-year-old in the pack. Liah, my wolf, was devastated and isolated herself completely. I have never had the chance to have a decent conversation with her, our link was so weak I could barely feel it. How pathetic! So much for being an alpha in line for the throne.

Apparently, I'm the future alpha of the blue crescent pack. My beta is my father's best friend, son Dylan, who has already found his mate at the age of 19 and has been happy ever since. I'm happy for him, honestly, but I did wish I had what he has. Some wishes, though, barely came true.

Turning off the ignition in my Porsche, I scanned the environment. It had been weeks since I last visited. The pack house looked a bit different. A mansion spread out across hectares of land, sprawled out across the entrance were trimmed flowers in different shapes, statues of past Alphas, and legends of the Blue Crescent Pack were at different parts of the compound. At the entrance was engraved 'The Blue Crescent Pack (loyalty, honor and power)' signifying what the pack stood for. I'm certain a renovation was recently completed.

Exiting my car, I strutted to the pack house with all the gift bags for my Mom and my handsome Dad. My parents made me see love in an entirely different way and I know love is indeed a beautiful thing, irrespective of age and social status.

My dad is a 45-year-old handsome alpha, the current alpha of the blue crescent pack, who at his age still made heads turn and gave others a whiplash. His sharp jaw lines, straight nose, thin pink lips, his streaks of gray beard which accentuated his face, shiny shoulder-length brunette hair adorned his head, which was mostly held up in a sleek high ponytail, broad firm shoulders, and beautiful dark green eyes that had specks of gold in them added to his charm, his eyes alone could make an insane person drool in his presence, especially when his lips were set in a straight line. My dad was an epitome of power and elegance.

Although, his elegance was nothing compared to my mom-even when she wasn't trying, she just screams power. Her aura was incomparable, anyone would wish to be in her place. That's just my mom, the Luna of the blue crescent pack, looking as exquisite as ever even at 40 years, her chestnut hair flowing past her shoulder, down her back in big beautiful bouncy curls. She's a beautiful black American, which explains my caramel skin color. I got my eye color from my dad, because my mom has sun-kissed brown eyes and full plump pink lips.

Their combination of beauty, elegance and power is unbeatable and beyond comparison. They were perfect in both my eyes and in the eyes of all who beheld them. Sometimes, I wanted to be like them, which I knew wasn't really possible.

"Mom! Dad! I'm home." I wondered where they were. I searched all the possible places I knew they might be, but found them empty.

Checking the mini garden, there they were, at the gazebo. My mom set the table for lunch, while my dad assisted. They knew how to make an unmated girl green with envy, they looked beautiful together. I thought mindlessly, while watching them carry on with their activities.

"How is my beautiful pumpkin pie?". Dad said, a big grin on his lips.

"Seriously! I'm 21 and not a pumpkin dad". Smiling, I gave him a hug. "I'm getting old. Can't you see my gray hairs?".

That cracked him up. "You sure know how to make a comeback, Melia".

"So, how has it been for you?" Making me a plate, while he stared at me." How's the whole mate hunt and wolf morphing going on for you?"

"You know you could have just said, how's your shitty life going?" I sighed.

"Hey! That's not how I see it, honey". Turns out he always has to be optimistic about everything.

I get he is trying to make me feel better, but then that only makes me feel more pathetic.

"I want to leave, dad, I plan to move somewhere else". My mom did a 180 turn, at a speed that I'd never seen before.

"What has gotten into you Amelia?" She frowned." First a maid, now you want to leave the state - to go where? Huh!".

"All because of trivial issues, you think running and hiding in some small town would solve the whole issue or make things any better", giving me a look of disapproval" if you think that's always the solution to any problem - running away! Then you've got something else coming for you."

Without giving me a second glance, she turned to my dad, seeking support from him.

"I know, I know, and you're right". Sighing in defeat

"I'm not leaving because I'm running, I'm leaving because it could help me find my mate quickly and take my mind off things a little, mom". Looking at my mom, hoping she would understand.

Deep down I knew the truth, I was running away from everything. I just didn't have the sheer will and power, nor the balls, to face the truth because it stings like a b***h. Leaving might or might not help me and, besides, I would be able to focus more on the family business.

"Come to think of it mom, I'd be able to take my mind off things a bit and handle the family business with a clear mind". Trying to sound a bit convincing.

"Liar! Liar! Pants on fire! You know the truth Melia, you're running." There we go, and the Oscar award for catching a liar red-handed goes to my beloved mom.

Huh! Running my hands across my forehead, I decided to quit the conversation, not saying another word about my going away and focusing on the meal in front of me. Trust me when I say, my mom's a good cook. Okay!- I was being sarcastic, the maid prepared this and my mom can't cook to save her life, probably why my dad loves her. He'll get to be her superhero, anytime, anyday.

I wanted to leave immediately after lunch, but dad had other plans for me. In the kitchen, putting kitchen items back in place, he spoke to me calmly, trying to reason with me.

"Do you really want to leave, Melia?" He sounded so gentle. I can't remember the last time my dad was this sad about something.

"I hate to break your heart, dad, but I have to do this", looking at him softly. " It's for the best."

"Alright then, I won't go against your wish, if that's what you want, then so be it." Pulling me in for a hug, he said "I'll always support you darling."

I had always known my dad to be soft-hearted when it came to matters pertaining to me but, this time around, I was breaking his soft but strong alpha heart.

"I know Dad, I'm really sorry, but I know none of this is your fault." Hugging him more, "I love you Dad, always and forever."

"I love you too, pumpkin." We both laughed.

Pulling away from the hug, I went to find mom to bid her goodnight. Turns out she's still mad at me, but she'll come around eventually.

Leaving the pack's house, dad told me to send him the state I'd be leaving for, so he'd tell the alpha of that pack to look after me. Honestly speaking, I'm not certain I'll tell him the truth. Deciding to leave and letting them know the location, is me telling my mom to always visit whenever she chooses to.

I'm definitely not signing up for that. If I'm going to do this, then I'd do it my way. The Amelia way.