Mated to A Golden Goddess

My name is Lirella Grace Banks, and I am a twin and a part of the Golden Moon pack. We have been around for close to a thousand years and were one of the biggest packs around. My father William is the beta here and my mom Charlotte his mate is good friends with the Luna. Alpha Xavier is a very renowned and much-loved alpha. Not only is he the Alpha of the Golden Moon pack but his brother is the king of the Werewolves. I was lost in thought as I was writing in my diary when I heard a loud banging on my door. “Hurry up Lirella dinner is ready.” Screamed my twin brother Owen. I grumbled and got off. My bed and proceeded to open my door. “OK, “I say and we both head downstairs to eat dinner. I got to the bottom step and the smell of steak hit my nostrils and my stomach began to grumble. I walk into the kitchen and see my mother, Charlotte. She’s about 5’5” long black hair green eyes small heart-shaped lips and a body most females would be jealous of. “MMMM that smells good mom,” I told her as I was hugging her from behind. “Lirella, don’t scare me like that.” “Sorry, mom,” I spoke “Go and sit down you and your brother dinner will be done soon.” I just nodded and went to my seat and Owen went to his. We knew better than to start eating before our father came home as he was more than likely patrolling the pack border. Fifteen minutes later we all heard the front door open and close and the sound of a long and perplexed sigh. Patrolling must have been rough today as there have been more rogue sightings than ever before. Rouges were usually wolves with no pack and that usually occurred when the Alpha of a pack renounced them as part of the pack. However, there were too many rouges for what you would call a typical rouge amount. No one has heard about another alpha renouncing anyone in their packs even the more cruel and harsh packs. And what’s more, is the fact that they smelled different than the normal rouges their sent was more earthy and woodsier than the normal gross hot garbage smell of a normal rouge. No, one knew what to make of it. Even the Alpha King and his team of Fae were perplexed and were unable to locate the reason behind these mystery rouges. Dad came into the kitchen smiled a bit and sat down. He’s a tall man about 6’5”. Brown hair amber eyes and a very muscular build my brother Owen looks just like my dad and I look like my mother. After he sat down my mother looked his way and started to say something only for my dad to give her the look of let's just eat. “O.K. everyone you can go ahead and dig in.” my mother said. We all began to feast on the steak, potatoes, rolls, and Green Beans. When all the sudden there was a loud banging on the front door my dad rose from his seat and ventured into the living room and answered the door only to see a frantic alpha who has said that rouges are back and more of them this time and they were in for quite a battle. Without hesitation, my dad beta William shifted into his black wolf and the alpha into his red wolf, and they were away to where the Rogues were. I sat staring at my food terrified for my dad these rouges were harder to kill and were more ruthless than normal rouges. My mother could sense my fear and she looked at me with loving eyes and reassured me that everything would be alright. Owen knows how I am feeling right not and he mind links me ‘hey he will be alright Ella’ he said, ‘yeah your right I said.’ Ever since we could remember my brother and I could mind link with each other. Must be a twin thing. After dinner, Owen and I helped mom clean up the kitchen then I proceeded to go up the stairs and get into the shower. I removed the baggy clothes I was wearing and hopped into the shower. I could be a girly girl when I wanted to, but I preferred to hide my body as I was not overly confident with it. I wasn’t fat by any means I had the perfect hourglass shape just like my mother I stood just an inch taller than she had black hair and emerald, green eyes. A trait on my mom’s side that only comes once every hundred years or so I’ve been told. As I got into the shower, I let the hot water just melt my stress away. I took my time and washed my hair well and body. I got out of the shower and toweled dried myself off then I proceeded to pull out my hairdryer and started to dry my hair. My hair has always been easy to maintain it wasn’t overly thick and it wasn’t overly thin it was just right in the middle and it was long almost touching my back. I have never had it cut before only trims here and there. My mother wanted me to cut it, but I refused for some reason it just became a part of me and I loved it. I walked out of my bathroom and into my room and started to get ready for bed, but first I needed to find some clothes for school tomorrow. I decided on some blue jeans and a black tank top with flats. I quickly crawled into bed and fell fast asleep still worrying about my dad. I’m not sure how long I was sleeping when I heard the front door swing open and slam against the wall. In a rush, I ran down the stairs to see what the commotion was about and there I saw my dad and the alpha both were panting and had bruises and blood all over them. My mother ran to her mate to assess the damage the rouges had done. My twin and both ran toward them. My breath was caught in my chest when I heard my dad speak. “We got them all.” That was all it took, and I finally took a deep breath. I was so relieved, but I also had so many questions. My father looked at all of us took a deep ⸻ Rewrite: My name is Lirella Grace Banks, and I’m a twin—part of the Golden Moon Pack, one of the most powerful and enduring packs in werewolf history. We’ve existed for nearly a thousand years, once among the largest and most feared in the world. My father, William, is the Beta, loyal second to Alpha Xavier. My mother, Charlotte, is not only his mate but also a close friend of the Luna. Alpha Xavier is admired far and wide—not only for his strength but also because his own brother sits on the throne as King of All Werewolves. I was scribbling in my diary, lost in thought, when a loud pounding rattled my bedroom door. “Hurry up, Lirella! Dinner’s ready!” my twin brother Owen shouted. I groaned, rolled off my bed, and yanked the door open. “Okay, okay,” I muttered, trailing after him down the stairs. The scent of grilled steak hit me before I even reached the kitchen, making my stomach growl. Inside, I found my mother at the stove. She was striking as always—about 5’5”, long black hair flowing down her back, green eyes that seemed to glow, and delicate features paired with a figure most women envied. “Mmm, that smells amazing, Mom,” I said, slipping my arms around her waist from behind. She jumped slightly. “Lirella! Don’t scare me like that.” “Sorry,” I whispered, grinning. “Go sit. You and Owen can eat once your father gets home,” she said firmly. We obeyed without protest. In our house, you didn’t start a meal until Dad arrived. As Beta, he was often out patrolling the borders, and tonight was no exception. For weeks now, rogues had been appearing more frequently—and in larger numbers. Normally, rogues were loners, cast out from their packs, carrying with them the sour, rotten stench of exile. But these rogues were different. Their scent was strange—earthy, woodsy, almost unnatural. And no Alpha had reported banishing wolves in such numbers. Even the King himself, with all the wisdom of the Fae at his side, couldn’t explain it. At last, the front door creaked open. Heavy footsteps followed, and then the sound of a weary sigh. Dad entered the kitchen, towering at 6’5”, all lean muscle, with tousled brown hair and piercing amber eyes. Owen was practically his mirror image, while I resembled Mom, down to the green eyes that appeared in our bloodline only once a century. Mom started to speak, but Dad silenced her with a look. “Let’s eat,” he said simply. We dug into the feast—steak, roasted potatoes, warm rolls, crisp green beans. But before long, a heavy pounding rattled the front door again. Dad pushed back from the table and crossed into the living room. When he opened the door, a frantic Alpha stood there. His voice trembled. “They’re back. More rogues than before. We’ll need every fighter.” Without hesitation, Dad shifted into his massive black wolf, while the Alpha transformed into a blazing red one. Together, they vanished into the night. Fear coiled in my stomach. These rogues weren’t like the others—they were harder to kill, more savage. My mother squeezed my hand gently, eyes soft with reassurance. He’ll be fine. Owen’s voice echoed in my mind, a gift of our twin bond. Yeah… you’re right, I linked back, though doubt still lingered. After dinner, Owen and I helped Mom clean up, and then I slipped upstairs. A hot shower washed away the tension clinging to me. My long black hair—never cut, only trimmed—flowed like silk as I dried it. Mom always wanted me to cut it, but I couldn’t bring myself to. It felt like a part of me, something I needed. Dressed for bed, I laid out my clothes for school tomorrow—blue jeans, a black tank top, and flats—before crawling under the covers. Sleep came quickly, though unease gnawed at the edges of my dreams. I woke to the front door slamming open. Heart racing, I rushed downstairs. Dad and the Alpha stumbled inside, bruised, bleeding, but alive. Relief flooded me as Mom darted to his side. Owen and I stood frozen, until Dad finally spoke between ragged breaths: “We got them all.” The words unraveled the knot in my chest. I inhaled deeply for the first time all night. But the look in his eyes told me this wasn’t the end. “Sit,” Dad said, voice heavy. “The Alpha and I have much to explain.” ⸻