My Fiction Fix #01

Writing Idea #32: Lost In Denial

BLURB:

Her death was not a course of fate I wanted so soon, I wanted my mother to fall into old age before her time was cut. My father left her and I, knowing I was on the way too, and this was seventeen years ago. He is the only family that remains. My grandparents disowned my mother when she decided to love Arthur Maven, a man who fell for another woman, leaving us with nothing but a letter of apology. She told me I had his grey eyes, but I inherited my blonde hair from her. I took my Mother's last name, Crane. Evangeline Crane.

I didn't know I was falling into a world of supernatural creatures, an Alpha who didn't quite like that a human was in his pack, yet a pack merging with a new, unconquerable alliance and an Alpha so many had grown to hate, and to fear. Fear is a driver to outgrow the hate they had for him, I had to learn all the ways of a new species, with my Father as the Alpha of a clan I couldn't understand. Father to two sons my age, and two younger daughters, and a mate who I know will never consider me her own. I never wanted to move, to slide into a space of money and power, when before, Mom was struggling with working two jobs. She worked herself to death.

The first rule was to stay in doors, like a living Cinderella for when the new pack had arrived, bringing advanced trainers for some sort of global tournament. I didn't mind that, but no one considering the undeniable fate of hiding a mate.

His eyes were that of dark ruby's, blood red and cursed, or at least that is how it looked. Hair darker than a raven's feather's and a mountain-sized body, stronger than my own father's. I was in for a world of trouble and meeting him was only the beginning.

CHAPTER 1

If life gives you lemons...throw them back!

Life kept throwing lemons at my face. The dread in my mind consumed me, it felt like a disease spreading, there was pain, sometimes unbearable, but not a single part of me inflamed or reddened or swelled. It was just simply pain. Beneath the skin, my blood flowed normally, all to the right places and nothing too far outstretched or wrong. I cup my hands against the cold air. Vancouver was a largely distributed place, so far from London and so different from home, where my Mother's grave lied. Only a grave, she wanted to be cremated in her death. I lean my head back, glassy eyes inching close to the window when I see the long road ahead, just of greenery behind and in front of me. Along with the numerous number of houses in a patch just under a set of misty mountains. And snow...lots and lots of snow. I packed everything, being promised a room in my Father's house.

The driver drove up to the fence gates where two guards stood waiting, before the gates opened to the mansion that looked almost...empty. No lights were on. Four maids did however step out, eight guards behind them, I catch one even tilt his head up, inhaling the strong smell in the cold air, "Good evening, Miss Crane. My name is Dahlia, I'll be your head maid. The family is not here, they expected you this morning and I'm afraid they are attending a...business meeting. They will not return until late." She informs me, her brown eyes giving me a bland look. I nod, not saying anything about my father not being here.

"I had been delayed at the airport...that doesn't matter. Please, call me Evangeline, it's lovely to meet you Dahlia." I say to her, reaching out to shake her hand, she grasps it with a hesitant look, before my bags and belongings are brought in so easily by the maids. I pay the driver, thanking him as I move to step inside, only to be stopped.

"Hold it, we need to check you for weapons." The guard tells me. It was freezing outside, but he didn't care, gesturing to spread my arms out. I do, my mind reeling over why there was such high security. When I'm cleared, they let me inside.

"Your room is on the highest level, you have it all to yourself. Dinner is on the table in the kitchen, here's a map of the mansion. There are buzz phones all over the house if you need anything else. My ladies and I need to return back to our duties." Dahlia tells me, before informing me that new clothes had been added to my room. I had my own room, that in itself was surprising. Dinner was meatloaf, unfortunately. But I still ate it silently, not wanting to be rude. I had my phone in my pocket, no messages or anything. I hold the map in my hands, taking a slow seat on the large circular couch around the fireplace in the middle.