My Chosen Mate From Hell

If enjoying life is a sin, I’m definitely destined to go to hell. I love my life, everything is perfect and there is nothing that could ever stop me from achieving everything I want because everything I want is within my reach. Nothing is impossible for me. But… I also think I'm a bit like Icarus and with my last decision to enjoy my life, I totally flew too close to the sun and all my precious wings got burned. The descent was sickeningly horrible. Killing a human (accidentally!) is the worst thing I have ever done and I understand the anger of my whole family, but I also think everyone overreacted a bit. Everyone in my pack demanded that there had to be consequences for me and so I ended up in a public trial where everyone heard mine and Marea’s (my best friend) story. I wasn't the one who killed that human, but I was an accomplice to the situation. So the judge gave me two options: six months in the Nevada special prison for wolves. Or two months at Wolf Camp for Delinquents, providing my service and ‘earning my freedom’. I agreed to go to that camp, but the truth is I never thought I would actually have to do it. My father is the Alpha of the Remstone Pack and he has a seat in the government council as a former director of the army. He is powerful enough to let me get away with everything. I only had that trial to appease people who dislike me, but no one cares about a f*****g dead human. And no one will know if I'm actually going to that camp for two months or if I'm going on an exotic vacation to Ibiza. "Dad, think this through," I blurt out when we're getting too close to the camp and this situation is getting too real. Sometimes my dad does things to get me to react, like threatening to take my money away, but in the end he never does. I thought bringing me close to the camp was going to be something like that, but with each passing second it's starting to look like a reality. "Mom... are you really planning on leaving me here?" My parents have been ignoring my comments so far, but this time my dad sighs heavily. "We've thought about this, deeply," he replies, without turning to look at me, "I'm sorry, Angelique, but there's no way you're going to get out of this. You need this. If you ever want to be Omega of our pack, you have to grow up." "But, Dad!" I blurt out, my voice starting to shake a little, "Do you have any idea what could happen to me if you leave me alone in a place full of men? Please, think of me. Aren't you supposed to love me?" "Of course I love you, maybe a little too much," he mumbles and even shakes his head, "At the end of the day, it’s my fault you are the way that you are, that's why I need to leave you in someone else's hands." "You can't love a daughter 'too much'!" I complain, kicking his seat when I see the camp in the distance. We are actually here, "Dad! I promise you, I swear that I am going to change. I'll become a nun if you want me to, just... turn around. Let's go back home. Daddy, please. No one will know I'm not here, everyone will forget in a week anyway.” "No," blurts out my mother now, "You need this. It's our last option. We don't know what to do with you!" "Just give me time, for god's sake, I'm just a child," I say, but my mother turns to give me a tired look because I'm definitely not a child. Not anymore. I'm twenty-four, "Okay, I’m not, but I'm still having fun and being young before I have to worry about real responsibilities." "Going to London to scare humans is having fun?!" My mother exclaims, losing her calm countenance and turning to look me in the eye, "Putting yourself in danger of being hunted is fun? Putting our entire species in danger is fun? Killing a human is fun?" Yes. It was super fun. "We didn't mean to kill him, his heart stopped on its own," I mutter, but there's no point. We've talked about this and my parents don't understand my point of view, "Besides, it's all Marea's fault. She forced me to follow her." "As if anyone could force you into anything," my father snorts, "You're staying here for two months and that's it." "And you'd better be on your best behavior and not do anything foolish while you're here. Your father's reputation is on the line." Me? Behave and not do anything foolish? Doesn't sound likely. It sounds like she doesn't know her own daughter. What am I going to do in this place except try to amuse myself by doing something foolish? But now I see there is no way to change their mind. We are entering the camp now, this is for real. I'm staying here and there's nothing I can do about it.