MATED TO THE ENEMY BROTHERS

Well, let me start with a brief introduction of myself. I am Otsana Dolph, the only daughter of Dolph Whitlock, Beta of the Grimpaw Prowler’s pack. I think I was too fortunate to have him as a father. He was caring and loving in a fatherly way. The Alpha of our pack, Adolphus, wasn’t an exception. He would also give me anything that I wanted and make sure I was not at harm’s length. I think this was part of the reason most she-wolves of my age hated me. They were always jealous that I had the Alpha’s attention. You see, these two people were my world and the reason for my existence. What about my mother, right? It is so sad that she died while I was very young. Even though I don’t know what she looks like, the thought of her makes my heart ache each time. My father does say I look exactly like her, so when I stared at myself in the mirror, I pictured her as an older version of myself. That meant she should be petite, with a round face, slender legs, long curly dark hair, and brown eyes, and probably about five feet and nine inches tall, or maybe taller or shorter. Since I look exactly like her, that's a perfect description of myself. I was seventeen but will be turning eighteen in a few days, but you know the funniest part about my body? I look like a fifteen-year-old female except for my womanly curves, my moderate breasts—like not too big and not too small—tiny waist, and wide hips. As a man, you couldn’t help but swoon at my physique. Like… I’m so endowed. And despite all these, I should be happy, right? No, I wasn’t, and why? I was wolfless, a late bloomer, and weak. Will I ever get my wolf? Why was I different from the rest of the she-wolves around my age? These are the questions I have been asking myself with no answers for the past year. I was mocked and bullied each f*****g day because I don’t have a wolf! I couldn’t do what other she-wolves around my age do. I can't heal my wound. I was no different from an ordinary human except for the fact that I can only mind-link. That was the only difference between me and a human. What was the so-called moon goddess doing that she couldn’t grant me my wolf when I was sixteen? And now that my eighteenth birthday is in a few days, I still haven’t gotten my wolf. That got me to even think about it more. Like, f*****g two years! Screw the moon goddess!. “Trust me, sooner or later, you’re going to meet your mate…” Alpha Adolphus' statement always played in my head like a melody. I lived each day with fingers crossed that I was going to hear a voice in my head and have a mate who would love me wholeheartedly. At least that was what all werewolves do to their mate, right? Love them and be possessive of them. Do you guys even believe I am going to meet my mate eventually? What if he rejects me? Oh, f**k. Rejection is worse. I have witnessed several she-wolves going through the pain of rejection, and I don't pray to be in that f*****g shoe. If I meet my mate, do you think he is going to love me like Alpha Adolphus and my father?