Her savage Mate

Aftermath

Amelia POV.

I can believe it is happening.

I am getting married to the alpha of the Blood moon pack.

FUCK!

Layla just had to do that at the freaking party?

It was her engagement party, and she managed to get caught with her hands down some low life's pants.

What did she expect would happen?

That Alexander wouldn’t care?

He is a freaking alpha. All of them are extremely proud, and spitting at that pride could only be perceived as an insult.

Or did she do it on purpose?

Because something as stupid as that could not be anything other than her trying to stop the wedding. But that is crazy. Being a Luna was her dream. She always talked about how happy she was to marry someone as strong and powerful as Alexander.

Hell, I have no idea what was going through her head as she decided to do that. But that is nothing new to me. I rarely understand her and the reasoning behind her actions. So I just gave up on trying to figure this out.

After a loud shout startled me a bit, I looked up and saw Sara shooting daggers from her eyes at me.

Fun...

I turned my eyes to the side, wishing to avoid her intense gaze, and saw her mother doing the same.

It was clear that they both hoped that Alexander would have chosen Sara instead of me, and I was sure that he would, but she messed up her chances way before Layla did. So that left me as his only option, to both of our disappointment.

In the next room, I could hear Layla crying, getting louder as father shouted at her even more. I am pretty sure this is the first time she had been treated like that by him, and clearly she was not a fan.

“We almost died. You know how much I was putting on this deal, and now we are fucked.”

Layla was crying in her usual fake whining high-pitched sound that was driving me insane. I really wanted to leave, but father gave a direct command to not move until he talked with me, and I can’t deny the alpha, stupid wolf instincts.

“But daddy, I don’t know what happened… one minute everything is okay and the next all I know is Alexander shouting at us and Trey is dead on the floor.”

“Don’t play dumb with me, you spoiled brat. How could you do this to me… to the pack… the humiliation…”

Layla started whining even louder and a loud slap put her to complete silence. It was the first time he had ever hit her.

Shaking my head, a bit shocked that father did that, I turned back to Sara and Lea. They were both staring at me. Their facial expressions were the same, it was borderline creepy how similar they looked right now, almost like clones or something.

Anger was radiating from them, even I could see that.

“Don’t get your hopes up, to marry alpha Aleksander. After he cools down, he will rethink his decision.”

Said Sara with an angry look on her face.

”Mommy promised to talk to daddy about it, and he would talk to alpha Alexander, so he would reconsider.”

Staring at her smug smile, I could not hold in laughter.

“I never wanted to marry that crazy alpha. If not for Layla's stupidity, this wouldn’t even be a conversation. So if you are sure that you can get him to take you in my place, be my guest, but I highly doubt that father talking to him would change anything.”

I answered both of them with a bored look on my face.

In the next room, I could hear Layla pleading with our father for forgiveness. He will give in quickly, he always does.

Hearing Layla apologize over and over, I am pretty sure she was telling the truth and her story does sound a bit too crazy to be an excuse. This is getting stranger and stranger by the minute.

Father started calling Layla names again, and the two women in front of me shared a knowing smile.

They are acting weirder than usual. Did they have something to do with all of this? If I remember correctly, Sara and Lea were more shocked by Alpha's choice of his alternative bride and not the reason why he needed another bride. I wouldn’t be surprised if Lea was trying to sabotage Layla, so her daughter would marry the most powerful person, securing herself a safe place when my father exchanged her for a better model.

My inner monologue was interrupted by my two younger half-sisters, Molly and Jane. They were bored, and so they started crying for Lea's attention, but Lea just shushed them. At that moment, my father entered the room, followed by Layla, who was now smiling… which was weird because just a moment ago she had been crying. But as I said, they are too confusing for me.

“Amelia, you and I will go to meet Alexander tomorrow. I will try to make him change his mind about marrying you and reconsider choosing Layla.”

My father's alpha tone wasn't something unusual, he used it all the time to get what he wanted. But it had less of an effect today because he wasn’t looking at me. All of his attention was concentrated on Layla, who had the biggest smile on her face.

She turned to me and said,

“Daddy will make sure that Alexander changes his mind, so you can drop any dreams that you had about marrying him.”

What is it with my sisters and their wish to marry that man so much? And why do they all think that I want to do that too?

But she did not wish for me to answer. Without waiting for an answer, she turned to father and, with her most manipulative smile, said.

”Daddy promised that I would marry the most powerful alpha.”

I did not say anything or even react in any way. My emotionless look on my face was in place as I just stared at them.

Like usual, father was putty in her hands and she molded him however she wanted.

The funniest part of all this was that they were sure that the alpha would care about their excuses. From what I saw last night and all the rumors about him, not to mention the simple nature of all alphas. The chances of their success are very small, if not non-existent.

But to be honest, I wanted to have their hope. I really hope that he will change his mind. I had no wish to become Luna or marry him, but as always, nobody cared what I thought or wanted. So I just stood there, waiting to be dismissed.

Lea stepped closer to father and grabbed his hand, with a seductive smile on her face.

“But if he disagrees, we can try to convince him to marry Sara instead, right? She would make a better Luna than Amelia could ever be.”

“As if she is fit to even be called alpha’s daughter, her fat creepy-ass can’t even turn without losing control and killing someone.”

Sara smirked, agreeing with her mother, while she looked at me with her usual disgusted look on her face. Which was nothing new. There was no sisterly love between us. I disliked her, but she hated me. I was the stain on our picture-perfect family. So insulting and belittling me was a shared hobby in our family.

But this time she not only insulted me, but also my wolf, and that forced me to pull myself under tighter control. Bree was a very proud wolf, and she hated our family with all of her heart.

Each insult was like oil to her power, and the exhausting last few days were making it even harder to keep her under control. She raised her head and started growling in my head, but I still managed to contain her there.

This was nothing new, but it got her every time.

Like usual, Molly offered to kill me like a wild, uncontrollable animal. She asked father to at least disown me, so I wouldn’t bring shame to the family name.

Each insult fired up her power, and my control over Bree started to slip. I felt my hands changing, my nails grew and turned into claws.

Fuck.

I need to get out before I change.

Without saying another word, I walked out of the room, because I knew that at any moment I would lose control over her and I would turn into the creature they were talking about. At a slow and steady pace, I walked to my room. Focusing on my heartbeat, knowing full well if it plucked up my body would start to change and then the battle would be lost.

I closed the doors and leaned against them, taking deep breaths and counting them. This was the only way to put Bree back under control.

Goddess how much I hate this.

I hate how much Bree affects me and my emotions. I hate how close to losing control I am right now.

And my emotions, which are to blame for me almost losing control every time. Every time I let myself feel anything, or I don’t shut down any pop-up emotions right away, I lose control.

I always had a hard time showing my emotions and every time I showed them as a kid, I got hurt. When I tried to show affection to anyone in my family, I got laughed at or just misunderstood.

Lea never wanted to be my mother, so I never had motherly love to rely on. I think part of her hated my mother, and she hated herself for what she had done to her close friend at the time, so I was a walking reminder of that, of the f****d up things she did.

Father always wanted a son, so any daughter was a reminder of his failings. The only one he loved was Layla. So connecting with him on any sort of level was impossible.

I have been completely alone since I was a child, fending for myself.

When I was around twelve, we had a new family join our pack. They had a son a few years older than me. We used to play in the forest by the pack houses. He was a nice guy, I was even sure he liked me. The first time someone liked me. Or so I thought…

One evening, I was going to his house to invite him for a walk in the forest. As I got closer to his house, I saw him standing with Sara. They were both laughing. I did not think much of it and walked closer. When I was a few feet away from him, I could hear their conversation and what they were laughing at. He was telling her how pathetic I was and how he was planning to dump me into a poisonous bush that evening. Sara encouraged him to take photos so that they could hang them in school.

I was so mad and hurt… it felt like he ripped out my tinny heart and stomped on it with muddy shoes. Pain, anger at him and myself filled my chest, for trusting him in the first place. They were joined by frustration and hell knows how many other emotions that saturated to storm in me.

At that moment, I felt my control slipping for the first time. That was how I started to turn for the very first time. Even now, I am not sure what happened, but the next thing I knew, I was lying in a puddle of blood, crying. As I looked around, I saw Sara at my side and my father standing in front of me with an annoyed look on his face.

That night, he covered up my murder.

He told the pack that a rough werewolf attacked the boy and killed him.

It was the most horrifying experience of my life, but, as always, I was left alone to deal with it. Father never talked about it, he just told me to grow and deal with it.

From then on, I always tried to keep my emotions in check, terrified of what would happen when I let myself lose control again. Bree always tried to rally me up, so I would let her roam free, but I knew if I let go of control someone else would get hurt and I couldn’t let that happen.

Standing with my back to the door and taking deep breaths, I managed to get my emotions under control, so I started getting ready for bed. Tomorrow will bring s**t-loud new problems that I will have to deal with.

….

I woke up the next morning from banging at my bedroom door.

“Get up, Amelia, father is waiting for you!”

Molly shouted from the other side of the door.

I felt worse than I had done in a long time.

Every time I get this close to losing control, I have to pay the price.

My head felt like someone had a party and trashed the place.

My whole body was aching because of the unfinished transformation. It is unnatural for a wolf to surprise it or go so long without turning… and I hadn’t transformed in two years.

Hating my life more than usual, I went on to get ready for my upcoming trip.

Standing in front of the mirror, I let myself breathe for a moment, trying to control the nausea that was rising. As it passed, I started braiding my long red hair. On a normal day, I would leave it free to hand around my face. It was a great way to hide from unwanted stares, but today I felt too shitty for that.

Knowing that I had to dress appropriately to meet the alpha, I chose a simple black dress, not that I had a lot to choose from. In total, I had maybe ten outfits and this one was the only one that was appropriate to meet someone of this high ranking. Putting on makeup was the last thing I wanted to do, but the occasion called for it, so I lined my eyes and chose dark lipstick to match my mood today. Taking one last look at myself in the mirror, I went on to meet my father, so we could get today over with.

Alexander Pov.

I woke up today in a better mood than I did in the last two weeks.

The deal with Maverick and the Shadow pack seemed to be on, even if it had a bumpy start. My pack will have a Luna on Sunday and could start making an heir right away.

Shit was sorting itself nicely, even if it was bit by bit.

I was starting to get up when my Beta mind linked me, he told me that Maverick was coming over to seal our deal, and he was bringing my bride to be Amelia.

Amelia Roy was my future wife and Luna to my pack. Her appearance wasn’t too bad, my inner wolf enjoyed her luscious curves, and she seemed quiet enough to not cause me any additional problems. I don’t really care about her personality, she was an alpha's daughter, so she knew what was expected from her as a Luna and, as far as I’m concerned, she just needs to bear my heir, and then she can do whatever hell she wants to. I'm for sure not going to change my life because of her.

As I started to walk through my pack house, I was greeted by omegas cleaning up yesterday's party. They bowed their heads and continued working as I left the pack house and strolled to our training ground.

Training was one of the most important things in our pack.

It is not by chance that we are the strongest pack. Each one of our pack members trains twice a day in various forms of combat, depending on their abilities, and I took close care of that.

I entered the training facilities to watch our most vicious fighters training in hand-to-hand combat. They were the strongest fighters in our pack, but they still were not as strong as I am. Sometimes I join them and make them attack me all at once, but they still haven't defeated me.

Hmm… maybe I should do it today. I was in a good enough mood, but I was interrupted by the news of my bride to-be and her father's arrival. So I turned around and went to greet my guest.