Submission To My Mate

Chapter 2 - Understanding and Negotiating

I continue thinking of a way to get out of

this awful situation, why cant everyone

understand that not everyone wants mate, ok not literally I do want a mate but definitely not like this, maybe in a different and better situation like accidentally in a coffee shop, or a mall or movie theatre or even a party but not like this. Not on a hunt where you are treated like a piece of meat, where they mark you with or without your consent, sometimes I wanna cry at that thought. What if my mate is an alcoholic bastard, or abusive, I shudder at that thought. I would do anything just to avoid the hunt. I have heard in other regions of America they hold an annual ball dance party every year so that people or in our case other werewolves can find their mates, this idea is so enticing and definitely better than ours why can't our packs think like them, why are we treated like this.

Suddenly I hear a twig snap behind me

but I didn't react on impulse because

instantly I recognize his scent moving

towards me, I don't move as my brother

sits next to me, and jab his elbow in my

ribs with little pressure to make his annoying presence known to me.

"Hey Rinnie, what's eating you? He has been calling me Rinnie since we were little. When we were learning to talk he couldn't pronounce my name so he used to call me Riv or Rin. When we got older he decided to call me 'Rinnie' would be a great addition to the line of his awful nicknames that he has given me. After my wolf, my brother is the one who has

always supported me I can't say he

completely understands me but he is

everything a brother should be or maybe

sometimes more than that. I and my

brother are poles apart, I have short

temper but he has none. He is more of a laid back type, with a cool attitude towards everything. He is good at masking his emotions but l am certainly

not I am extremely stubborn and hot-

headed.

I shrugged at his question and don't look

as I speak, "I just don't get it why cant we

wait for our mates in the cabins? Or even

I don't know, our packs. Why does it have

to be like this primitive hunt? It's....It's

stupid. I state whining because I can only behave like this in front of my brother and not my pack members at least because of me being Alpha's daughter."

"Rinnie, it's tradition. We have been doing

this for centuries and it's a way for the

packs to come together."

"I don't care! If the moon goddess really

wanted mates to be together, don't you

think we wouldn't need everyone to come

to one spot? Don't you think we should

just let it happen by fate? And also because this is something happening

from ancient times doesn't mean this is

the right way, the time has changed, people and their behaviours change, their beliefs change, their methods can change too if they want to."

"We can't always depend on our fate,

sometimes I think it's better to take matters into your own hands. Besides we

men do like a good hunt even if it's the

hunt for our mates." He says with a

playful wink.

I huff at his childish remark.

"Why no one asks Women about what

they want? You men like to hunt your mates but do you all really care whether

she wants to be a part of it. You already

|know how dangerous it is. Last year two

females were r***d during the gathering by their own mates but everyone just shrugged it off like it was nothing even

the elders didn't say anything, what are you gonna do if my mate is like that,

absolutely nothing. Even if you want to,

dad or the elders won't let you so

please.... they all will turn with a blind

eye."

I don't wait for his reply as I stood up and

walked back home. This is frustrating. I

feel him reach for me to say something to make me understand butI continued

moving, what's the point when I don't have the right to choose. He would say the same thing he always does about how the moon goddess left it to fate before and mates weren't able to find each other. As a result, the offspring of the random werewolf couple "not meant to be" pairings were weaker and more likely to become a rogue.

I know he cares for me and my parents

do too, but I can't just sit by and let my

whole life be decided sorry the correct

word would be 'dictated' based on some ridiculous hunt. As I make my way home I know what's waiting for me, the same

words again, the same lecture and the

same drama, but I let my mind wander on if I'll even find my mate this year. Even if he does come to the gathering, I will do

everything in my power to make sure he

doesn't find me. Over the years I have

learned how to mask my scent or confuse someone by leading them in the wrong direction, I am gonna give him a strong fight that's for sure.

You just wait "My so-called future mate" I will not submit to you that easily.