Forbidden Mates

Gizelle

"Gizelle, time to get up." I hear my mom's voice intrude my dreams. It's soft and just makes me want to bury myself into my comforter.

She lightly shakes me and I groan.

Of course she lightly laughs at my antics. Her laugh is just as soft as her voice.

"I know that you don't want to get up, but you have training today, remember?" My mom always knows what I want to say without me needing to say anything at all.

I have training four times a week with a personal instructor. Meanwhile, my dad coaches the whole pack. No matter how much I beg to be trained along with the other pack members, how much I beg to blend in instead of being at home with no one other than my instructor...he always says no. Or better yet, he pulls the, "I do it for your sake," card. Sometimes I feel as if I'm Rapunzel stuck in a tower, but who knows how long until my prince saves me.

Although his stubborn protectiveness annoys me, I can understand it to some extent. When I was a child, I went through trauma that I fail to remember. Due to that, I don't speak. Although, doctors have said that I am able to do so. My chords were just a little bruised in the past. However, something in my subconscious is holding me back. At least, that's what I'm told.

As I grew older, I was not exactly the most social person either. On my last year of high school my parents home schooled me because I told my dad that I just didn't feel as if I fit in with the other teenagers. They'd speak to me as if I was from a foreign country. They'd get upset with me when they spoke and I didn't. They'd practically worship me once they found out that I'm the Alpha's daughter. I don't want any of that. I just want some genuine people to surround myself with. There was also one incident where I had stayed in the library too long and the librarian accidentally locked me inside when school closed. She had continuously apologized, but ever since then, my dad has been giving me one-on-one treatment.

On another note, I still live with my parents at the age of 19. It's because female werewolves usually finish high school and find their mate by now. Which ultimately results in them figuring out what they want to do with their lives. College, children, travel, it varies. I used to find this unfair. That is until my parents told me that guys have to finish high school and go straight to their pack if they're meant to be Alpha. If not, they train under him for a year. Basically, I live with them because I haven't found my mate yet.

I finally decide to just get up and get my routine over with. When I sit up at the edge of the bed, my tangled hair blocks my vision and I suddenly taste my shampoo.

I have got to have the worst bed head ever. I slowly remove pieces of hair from my mouth with a groan.

I drag my feet along the hardwood floor, and to the bathroom. Our bathroom is huge. It has a theme of brown hardwood and granite. We have a hot tub, shower, bathtub, sink, and of course a toilet. Our whole house is huge in general. I relax in the shower and probably stay longer than intended. I bask in the scented soaps and stream of water as if it'll be the last shower I'll ever take. While scrubbing in my shampoo the best I can, I have a fleeting thought.

I wonder how long I've- My thoughts get interrupted.

"Gizelle, get out of the bathroom you've been in there for an hour!"

I do as told, putting on a worn out white T-shirt and equally worn out basketball shorts in a rush. Finally, I meet my mother and trainer in the kitchen. They already have breakfast set up for me when I walk in.

"She made your favorite, waffles with nutella and bananas." My trainer, Natalie, says.

Natalie has hazel-like hair that makes her look as if she has professionals put highlights in it. She also has big whisky colored eyes to match. Her body is muscular and she is five feet and eight inches tall. Every time I see her she looks dressed ready for the gym.

"Eat up, we have a lot of work to do today." She smiles.
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"Umph!" I fall to the floor and groan for being pinned for what feels like the tenth time. I only won three out of eight rounds of sparing with Natalie. A low growl escapes my lips when I look up at her. I should be the one looking down on her!

I don't like losing. I'm quite a competitive person, but Natalie says that's a normal trait for an Alpha's child. She says that it could actually be an advantage sometimes. I beg to differ.

"You need to-" she stops mid-sentence when her eyes glaze over. She's probably getting called through the pack link. Only the Alpha has the ability to speak to the whole pack through it. Other than that, solely family members are able to do so with each other.

A few seconds pass before she speaks again, "Gizelle we'll catch up on this later, I've got to go. Your father needs my help." She explains before running off through the woods.

I try to get her attention. This is a new training ground! I don't know how to get home... I attempt to sign, "Home." When I realize that she's already going into the trees, I make a noise, but I end up looking like a crazy woman flailing her arms with squeaks and croaks coming from my mouth here and there.

Usually if you meet a person who can't speak or hear, we'd do sign language, but of course I have to be different. Sense my sarcasm? No one in my pack understands sign language so I just never bothered to continue learning. Thankfully, I still remember a few gestures.

Great. I'm left alone for who knows how long. In the middle of an empty field no less.

I look at the notepad that I bring everywhere with me, and begin sketching the beautiful scenery. The faraway silhouettes of mountain peaks, the many pine treetops, the beautiful miles of greenery decorated with scattered flowers mid-bloom, and of course the ever changing wildlife.

"Hold him down! Do not loosen your grip by any means!" I hear my dad's voice boom through the meadow. A vicious fit of growls follow. Now, that's definitely not coming from my dad.

I follow the sound of the commotion. I'm led to a raven colored wolf that could be mistaken for black by most. But.. I can see the beautiful coat's different hues of a deep, dark brown. He's at least a foot taller than my dad and is being held down by ropes that half of my dad's men are straining to keep ahold of. Natalie runs in with more ropes spilling from her arms. I stare from afar, watching as about twenty men struggle to hold down a rogue.

No wolf can be this huge. Even for an Alpha, this would be ridiculously tall. I thought more about it. An Alpha...a rogue?

My legs begin walking closer to the beautiful beast without me quite acknowledging what's occurring. I just want to...get a closer look. I'm faintly aware of a dull sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. The familiar feeling of danger is present, but a spark of curiosity overtakes.  Everything I hear sounds as if I'm underwater. I know something is being said, but I can't make out what it is...and for one reason or another, I can't find it in me to care. It's just this wolf and I. Everyone's voice is just white noise.

Our eyes lock.

He stops struggling against the ropes, and I really feel as if I'm sinking. The longer I stare into his eyes, the more I feel. Love, passion, danger...pain. So much pain, but I'm not quite sure if it's my own. It takes everything in me to pull my eyes from his, and I notice a large scar just above his eye. What could have harmed him this way?

Mate. My wolf finally speaks to me.

My father snaps me out of my trance with something that makes me feel all too much to process at once. "Get the silver bullets Natalie!" The order is said using the irrefusable Alpha tone.

Why would he do that? He can't just kill him!

I look from my mate to my father and back to my mate again. Dad no! I say telepathically, through our family connection.

He aims the small black gun and fires the bullet.

It all happens so fast.

I jump in front of my mate immediately. Falling to my knees, tears quietly go down my cheeks. I've never hated being mute so much until now.

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