Queen of the Black Moon

Chapter 1

That is not how this story started.

It actually started with me.

You see I am an Alpha’s daughter, and I am spoiled. I have an older brother, but he is much older than me, 6 years to be precise. Naturally, when I was born, my mom, dad, and my brother were all crazy about me, and they made it their life mission to do whatever it takes to make me happy.

I was the center of their world.

I had a happy childhood. I had anything I wanted. I was treated like a princess.

Not only my family treated me like that, but the entire pack.

At certain times it seemed I was more important than the Alpha himself (my dad).

He really had a soft spot for me. And everybody in the pack knew better than to do something that will upset his little princess.

The entire pack actually called me a princess, even though that title doesn’t really exist in the werewolf world. It all started with my dad, he was the first to call me that as soon as I was born. The First thing he said when he saw me for the first time was “Welcome my little princess” and then he kissed my forehead.

Soon my mother and brother started calling me like that as well. And then the entire pack. They never did that to mock me, it was because they truly and deeply loved me, like I love them.

My dad was really respected Alpha, one of the strongest, and his pack was one of the biggest. He was very scary, but when it comes to me, he was overprotective. For only one missing strand of my hair he was ready to kill.

When I was about 4 years old I was playing with other kids, and one of them took my toy. I started crying. My dad ran in the room ready to kill whoever hurt me. When he saw what happened he growled that loudly that the entire pack house started shaking. Poor kid was so scared. He is probably still having nightmares.

My brother was even worse (If you thought it wasn’t possible you are mistaken). He was even more protective. He was like a hawk, always looking and always ready to attack.

I swear he became my shadow at some point. He was following me around 24/7. I really have no idea when he slept or did anything. It was like he was glued to me and I couldn’t shake him off. I really hated him at that point, he was ruining my life.

Thankfully  I went to college, so it stopped.

With dad, I could play “daddies little girl” card from time to time, so I could sneak out and do some things that he would never allow me to do. Like partying, drinking and messing around with boys.

With my brother on the watch I could never do anything. Tricks that worked on my dad never worked on him, plus he knew everything. Trust me I tried so many things to get him off my back, but he would see through whatever I was trying to pull.

Let’s be honest, when you are a teenager you think you are smart, that you can get away with stupid things you do, and that nobody will know anything.

I was thinking the same thing, but now I realize how wrong I was. Actually, now that I think of it I can't believe I ever thought any of those stupid things would ever work.

My brother went through that same stage (teenager years) a few years before me, so he knew all the tricks which was making it hard for me to shake him off.

It was even harder because he was the future Alpha, so normally everybody was eager to get on his good side. That is how he knew all of my plans, and he made sure to always be in a perfect place at the perfect time, to ruin my plans.

It was really hard having a fun and a social life as a teenager when you have Alpha and future Alpha constantly looking over you. Did I say hard? It was horrible. Sometimes I wished I was just some low-level Omega that nobody cared about, and that was free to do whatever she wanted.

Yeah, being an Alpha daughter was not all that great like everybody would think. There were many cons, a lot of them. I don't want to sound like some brat, I am really grateful for everything I have, but when you are a teenager, and have hormones going crazy all the time you don't see things the same way I see them now.

To be honest, they were both right to do such things, I was an impossible teenager.

When I got my wolf at the age of 16 I became even worse. With my wolf’s strength I felt invincible, so I became reckless. I would get in fights with others. I especially liked fighting the boys. I would go for run, and then I would sneak out our territory which was not only stupid but dangerous. If I were to stumble upon a rouge or go into another pack’s territory I would be killed at once. But I thought I was stronger than everybody and that I could take them all down. How stupid of me.

Of course, I could pull those things only when my brother was not around. He was on college for a couple of years, and then he started preparing for taking over the pack, so he traveled a lot, meeting with other packs and securing his position.

You’ve probably figured out that those years were hard for us as a family. We fought a lot, there was lots of crying involved (usually my mom, sometimes me), lots of broken doors and punched holes in the walls (that was all my dad and my brother’s doing; ok I admit, I might have broken a couple of doors myself), and I can’t even tell you how many times I was grounded. Not that it worked on me, but hey, they had to do something.

I was not alone in all that, I had a partner in crime, my best friend Mady.

Mady is Beta’s daughter, the same age as me. She also has an older brother, but only 3 years older than us. Of course, he was a future Beta. For a few years I had a major crush on him. At some point I was even convinced that he will turn out to be my mate. He hasn’t. I started crushing on some other guy, and he found his mate.

Mady and I have known each other since we were born. We shared everything, clothes, shoes, makeup... She knows every single thing about me, and I know everything about here.

I don’t want you to get a wrong impression about me. I was not an average spoiled rotten Alpha daughter that would only think about her looks and who dreamed to be mated to an Alpha, whose nose was high in the clouds and who would look down on everybody else.

No, that was not me. Quite contrary, I didn’t care about any of those things.

I never cared about the rank and titles, my parents have always taught us that somebody’s heart is more important than rank. I was really looking forward to finding my mate, even if he was the lowest level Omega I would still love him and would still spend my life with him.

And I don’t really care about looking in a mirror all day long. I like makeup, high heels, dresses… I like looking good, but I also like training with warriors, helping with pack stuff, and working.

I was always good-looking, and boys would always drool over me. Some of them wanted me only because of the rank, they thought they could get something out of dating Alpha's daughter. Which was another downside of being Alpha's daughter. You can never know how really likes you, and who only wants to get something out of you.

Besides my good look I am also strong. I’ve always been, especially for a female. I can take down the majority of our male warriors easily and that is why they don’t like sparing with me. It really hurts their egos when they get their asses kicked by a woman.

I really enjoy being that powerful. It is because of my Alpha blood, but it is more due to the severe training that I put myself through every day. I practice with our warriors every day, and on top of that, I do my own training. There are not many females among warriors, it's not that they are not allowed or something like that, it's that they don't want to.

When I became of age I went to college, of course Mady went with me. I was finally free to do whatever I wanted, and be whoever I wanted. We went to a regular human college, so nobody knew who I was or what I was. That was so liberating.

Our first year normally, was crazy. We were trying to make up for all those years when we couldn't do anything because of my brother and father. We would party, drink alcohol, skip classes... whatever was happening that didn’t involve classes and studying we were there. We almost flunked the first year because of that. Even now, I still have no idea how we managed to pass all the exams.

It was fun, but eventually, I got bored, and I really didn’t want to waste any more time, I wanted to do something with my life. I figured one year was enough, I had my fair share of fun, now it was time to get to work.

Mady kept partying and having fun a few months more, but then she got bored as well, and she joined me. If we weren’t in the class you could find us in the library. We were really studying hard, and we came the top of our class.

I figured I could use this time on college wisely, so I took all the classes I thought might come in handy when it comes to running a pack. I really wanted to help my dad and my brother with the pack. That was my way of thanking them and giving back for everything they did for me.

When I got back home I was really able to help with the pack and pretty soon became my brother’s right hand. Not like Beta or Gamma, more like his little sister that he could trust with anything. Majority of my work consisted of things they didn’t like doing. You can probably guess that I was doing a lot of paperwork, finance and bookkeeping stuff, event organization...

Oh, did I not mention that my brother took over Alpha position when he turned 25? That is tradition. You get your wolf at the age of 16, you can sense your mate at the age of 20, and young Alphas usually take over the pack between age 20 and 25.

My brother also attended the college, and that is why he didn't take over the pack sooner. He already has found his mate — Andrea, she is wonderful, I couldn’t wish for a better mate for him. She is only 4 years older than me, so pretty soon we became friends, and she became a part of my gang (I count Mady and me as gang). You can already guess that my brother was not happy about that, he didn’t want us to spoil his 'perfect mate'.

I laughed at that thought. She truly was perfect, we couldn’t spoil her even if we tried really hard.

With that thought, I took a last look in a mirror, fixed my hair, and satisfied with how professional I looked I left the room.

Duty calls.