"Violet you have to go, they are expecting you!"
"Yeah well so we're the other six packs but that doesn't mean I'm going to another!"
The jaw-snapping lash that was struck across my cheek brought me back to reality. The reality is this: My father spent our entire savings, which my mom had left us when she died, on gambling and now he can't afford to pay his debts.
So the collateral damage is now me, seeing as my mother was no longer around to protect me. I have been sent to different packs, my father hoping one of them would mate with me and I would no longer be his problem, and he would be out of debt.
The only thing he had not foreseen was the fact I was human and the likelihood that someone would mate with me was a million to one, but regardless, if simply to avoid his punishment, I do as he asks and make the attempt.
This has been going on since I turned 18 and after four years of failed attempts I am exhausted and ready to give the real world a try but unfortunately that is not an option and I must go to my room and prepare for tonight's gathering at the next pack meet.
The Blue Moon pack was next in line and stories have not given them a good reputation but the choice was not mine so with no hope left in my soiled soul, I started my shower to wash away the filth of the day and be prepared for tonight's endeavors.
By 5 pm I was well groomed, my long dark hair was blown out into soft wavy curls and only a sparse bit of makeup was laid upon my pale complexion, enough to cover the darkening bruise on my cheek thanks to my loving father.
I silently prayed I would never get laid in the small hopes it would keep someone from seeing my battered body, most of which was easy to cover seeing as he couldn't sell me off if I was covered in bruises that everyone could see.
I had on a bedazzled long-sleeved crop top that clung to every curve of my hips and breast. I also added a long puffy skirt to give me a sense of elegance, this attire had belonged to my mother and clung to every dip and curve my thicker body had, by request of my father as I would have chosen a flannel and leggings.
I ascended the stairs and with a kiss on the cheek and a threat to get a man or else from my father, I climbed into the awaiting taxi, it was only a mere 30 minutes to the pack's location and my nerves would be the death of me long before my arrival.
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As we approached the unfamiliar territory, I could feel all of the hairs on my head stand straight up as my stomach curled with anxiety. The thought of a human becoming one with the wolves was a foreign concept to most. If my father hadn't gambled with the wrong crowd we would never be in this mess, or rather I wouldn't be in this mess.
"Blue Moon pack huh?" A gruff voice from the front seat, belonging to the cab driver, spoke up. "Y..yeah. Any words of advice?" I replied, hoping for some kind words to ease my discomfort. "Ha, well I hear their Alpha is a dick and most of his mutt friends are assholes, alls I can say is good luck to you lady." Ah yes, of course, my luck continues.
The car came to a brutal stop and my heart picked up in speed as I paid the driver and boldly made my way out of the taxi. Three figures stood in wait for me and I instantly bowed my head and made my way closer, keeping my eyes on the ground at all times. I finally stopped when I saw feet and made a small bow but kept my eyes down. "My name is Violet, it's a pleasure to be here with you all."
"Is that what you were told?" One of the two men asked, laughter tracing every word. Grrrl! Immediately all eyes snapped to who I assumed was their leader. Though looking at a pale-complected, dirty-blonde haired, an athletically built bearded man may not seem intimidating, his eyes which started out as a calm blue were now crimson red. "Silence, Mason! As for you, Violet, stand up straight. Let me look at you." He said his voice radiating a curt calmness.
As I stood and his eyes roamed over me, I felt my pulse race as his eyes dilated and my heart hammered against my chest.
"Actually no," I whispered back in response to him then silenced as I heard a low growl from what I assumed was their Alpha if he even bothered to come to meet the tiny human that dared to show up at his doorstep. My heart raced as he spoke to me and although I had no intention of looking up, I did as I was told and straightened before them.
The man who stood before me was breathtakingly handsome and the change in color to his eyes instantly told me I was standing in the presence of their Alpha. My eyes dropped to the ground once I realized who he was, instantly feeling like I should put every barrier up.
The past Alpha I had met had been fairly cruel and if he was anything like I had been warned, then I was definitely in for a long night. "I'm sorry to have to put you all on the spot like this, unfortunately, the choice was not mine," I explained as my eyes locked unto rugged cowboy boots.
Every second of this made me feel like a human prostitute, being passed around from pack to pack in hopes someone would find me worthy enough. "I promise I won't be too much trouble and I'll be out of your hair by tomorrow morning," I instantly cringed at my horribly timed joke and my teeth gathered my full bottom lip in a tight bite.
Oh shit.
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The New Luna
WerewolfViolet Delacroix had a pretty rough go at life, led by her abusive gambling-addicted father that was left to care for her after her mother's passing. Passed from pack to pack Violet was sent to anyone who would be willing to take her off her father...