His Lonely Mate

My entire life no one had ever looked me in the eyes. That was one of the down falls of being the Alphas daughter. The "friends" I had, if you could call them friends, were basically wolves that had been forced to be close to me. My father demanded they play with me, demanded they sit with me, and demanded that if I was out they never left my side. It was forced, never willing. He had put pressure on their parents when we were kids, and pressure on them when we all grew up.  I always felt like an outsider. Even when I had a group of people surrounding me I always felt alone. This was why I chose to stay inside most of the time. My father didn't force people to be around me inside, and i could let the other wolves live their lives in peace. I watched them train from the window in my room. They all trained hard trying to be the best to please their Alpha. He was a tough man to please, but Waylon the packs Bata was even harder. Waylon was the pack trainer and he didn't tolerate much.  A few younger wolves in the back of the group stared making faces at each other, just boys playing around. Almost as soon as they started Waylon had knocked them both flat on their asses. I winced as I watched, they were definitely going to be feeling that for the few days. Both of them stood up quickly and bowed low before Waylon as an apology. Waylon bared his teeth, but he walked back toward the front of the group. A knock on my door brought my attention from the training below. I didn't even get to speak before my father entered the door. "Alora" His husky voice boomed as he walked through the threshold. I bowed my head before meeting his eyes, "Good evening Alpha" I said softly. Even as a child I was never allowed to call my father anything but Alpha. He never wanted anyone to see him as weak or soft. "Have you stared the preparations for the blood moon ceremony?" he asked walking a little further into my room. It was all business with my father, we never had normal father daughter conversations, he didn't talk to me unless there was a purpose.  "Yes Alpha, its all being taken care of." I said softly watching him look around my room. The blood moon ceremony is the day I will meet and marry my Mate and the Packs new Alpha. "Have you decided who shall be the new Alpha?" I almost whispered lowering my eyes to the ground. I could feel the the tension building in the room, I almost instantly regretted asking. "I don't mean any disrespect Alpha, I just know there were a lot of good Wolves up for the position" I spoke softly without lifting my eyes as a show of submission.  I didn't want to look up, I knew I would only see anger in his eyes. He didn't like to feel like he was being questioned. But this was my life, who ever he chose as the new Alpha would be my Mate. There were a hand full of Wolves who were being groomed for the position,  I knew a few of them from school. Well I didn't know them, but I knew of them. Anyone who was being groomed for the position of Alpha was to keep his distance from me. That was the law my father had put into place once I was born.  "Who I choose to take over my position as Alpha is none of your concern. Your only concern is to make sure you are prepared for the ceremony and your new position as Pack Luna." He almost growled as he spoke the words, He took a few steps forward before saying "Do you understand Alora?" his voice was a low rumble. "Yes Alpha" my voice was barely audible, I lowed my head even further and closed my eyes. I prayed he would just walk out, I knew better then to say things like this to him. His Wolfs temper was nothing to mess with, and that's exactly what I had been doing. Adding more fuel to the constantly burning fire that was his temper. I have only met my fathers Wolf once and it is a night that I will never forget. I learned my lesson the hard way, and after I wasn't allowed to leave the house for 2 weeks until the bruises faded. My mother always told me my father felt guilty over what happened that night. But honestly I think he used it to keep me in line, after that night I never spoke back to my Father again. I was the quite daughter he had been preparing me to be my entire life. Just like my mother, he was preparing me to be a Luna that was seen and not heard. I heard my fathers begin to walk out of the room, before he closed the door he spoke once more "You will be the perfect Luna to any Alpha I choose, And you will make sure you show him the same respect you show me. Don't forget that your actions reflect on me." the words he spoke were a threat. A threat to behave, to not question and to stay silent.  I prayed every night that the man my father chose for me would be different. That he would value my opinion instead of wanting to keep me quite. That he would love me, and not try to control me by using fear. I prayed that He wouldn't be anything like my Father. I didn't want to be with a Mate for the rest of my life who treated me the way my father treated me.  I could hear my fathers foot steps going down he Hall. I felt like such a coward, I let my fear of my father completely control me. I sat up and turned back towards the window. They were still training, the two young Wolves in the back were paying close attention to Waylon now. It was weird to see things going on like nothing up here just happened. But I guess for someone who has always been seen but not really seen like I have, what happens to me doesn't really matter.