"Ammelia is my aunt, she is my mother's sister. Once my mother passed away, Ammelia took up the responsibility of becoming my mother figure and I am nothing but thankful for this.
She means too much to me and she has always been more than excited to meet my future mate. The word has gotten to her and she is on the way here, the reason for this big celebration taking place." He spoke with authority explaining why he had requested a meeting with me in he's office.
I simply nodded my long hair draped around my shoulders, my fingers fumbling with the fabric of my long dress. I had learned that the pack house was a large castle, which held many stories. Things have seemed to changed but I know too well he could put me back into my place, if I ever took the wrong step.
Earlier that day..
"I'm sorry Nathaniel you know the way she is, I had to tell her. She is so demanding and I cannot lie to her." My uncle, Xavier spoke clearly as we walked to my office.
As I had been informed, my aunt Ammelia found out the news of my newly found mate taking the news rather excitedly she immediately arranged her drive here. Nobody has known, not even my uncle had known what was happening between myself and ophelia.
The sight of her angers me, I can still see her memories flashing before my eyes every time I lay my eyes at her. Only my beta knows what really happens inside this castles walls and more importantly under it. Ammelia would never forgive me for what I have done and meeting Ophelia meant a big parade of an act.
"It's alright, Uncle. I understand, you will both meet her tonight at dinner." He simply nodded leaving me in my office, awaiting Ophelias visit.
I had tried to control myself so hard around her, I didn't want her this was strictly business like. I had never wished for a mate before but since she came into the picture.
Ophelias POV.
The long white gown clung to my body, laced with ice blue detailing complimenting my white hair and bright green eyes. Music and laughter could be heard in the distance reminding me of the old times, the corners of my lips twitched up into a small smile.
"It's time, Luna." People had started calling me a luna, a strange unknown feeling always washed over me. I didn't feel like a luna, I never will be. Not a long the side of Nathaniel anyways.
A sense or nervousness washed over me when the sound of people's chatter grew closer and we stopped before the large wooden door knowing it was time. Once the door opened warmth washed over me and the many scents the hall held. Nathaniel was already waiting for me on the other side, in a usual nicely fitted suit.
He's stone hard face remained when he reached out he's hand for me to take.
"Aunt Ammelia, I would like you to meet my mate, Ophelias." The woman whos back was turned to me immediately spun around once she heard Nathaniels words.
A bright smile plastered on her face and long brown hair, neatly secured in a half up half down. She has a very welcoming vibe to her and I knew she would be more than pleasant company. I couldn't guess her age as she seemed very young and very beautiful. She took me into her embrace, squeezing me tightly almost as if she wanted to press the love into me.
Something I haven't felt in a very long time.
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Torture
WerewolfI was the definition of elegance. The young girl who was nothing but kindness and perhaps even a little naive. People used to look up to me, my life with pretty dresses and jewels. But that all changed that night we were under attack, my life would...
