Forbidden Mate

Chapter 1

Miranda

I grunt painfully as the two men knock me to the floor and hold me down, with an arm across my neck and waist. Their muscles contract and I find myself struggling to breathe. This isn't how it's supposed to happen, they're supposed to have gone for my limbs, not my main body.

I struggle without success, before I realize my left leg is still free. With a quick kick, my knee gets one of the males in the head, and then comes back for the idiot holding my neck. Now fully free, I pull myself off the ground and beat the two of them down.

Stacking one on top of the other, I leave their sore bodies on the ground and walk out the doors.

"How was that Dad?" I shout up to the glass window box overlooking the wrestling room I was just in.

"It was a surprise wasn't it? Good job figuring out how to handle that one."

"Thanks Dad, I should've known you'd set it up."

"They didn't hurt you too bad, did they? I told them not to hold back on you, but they seemed a little too tough." He jogged down the stairs.

"They did hurt my neck, but I'll survive. Besides, I think they're in worse shape." I nod towards the room. Two nurses have gone in to help the weak men back up and lead them to the clinic in the gym.

"That's my girl." He high fives me and quickly hugs me.

"See you here tomorrow at say, 3?" I ask after a long gulp of water from my bottle.

"3 is fine, but make sure to stop by my office during dinner, there's some stuff we need to talk about." His face has gone serious now.

"The Amaran pack again? Seriously?" I sigh, this has been what a majority of my life has centered around. The stupid Amaran Pack.

"It's a bit more serious Miranda. Now I expect you there shortly after 7." He repeats in a firm tone.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll see you then Dad. Now I gotta go shower." The small size of the gym means there is only a locker room for males, so I have to go home first to shower and get dressed. I've showered before in the men's rooms, but only when I knew for sure it would be empty. Before-dinner training sessions are common, so I know it would be full right now.

My dad and I leave the gym together, but then head our separate ways. My pack is a little small compared to most, around 300 wolves. That means that we need less homes than average, so we we have a giant mansion on our land, and several small houses.

Maybe mansion is an exaggeration; the home is built with 30 or so bedrooms, and only a few have bathrooms. Over 40 teen and young adults reside there, until they start a family and move into their own house.

As I am still 17 years old and mateless, I live here as well, on the top floor.

The only downside is the stairs. Now, I have great stamina, so I don't mind going up and down, but I do hate the trip itself. It takes a while to go up and I often meet up with other people who prolong the trip. Like today.

"Eww, girl, you stink!" Marisa, my younger cousin pinches her nose.

"It's called sweat, which happens when you train. You'd know that if you ever showed up." I remark.

"I'm not obligated to until I'm 13. Now go shower and hurry up, dinner's in 15 minutes." She shoos me away.

Outside my door, I type in my six digit passcode. My father is paranoid about my safety, I owe that to the damn Amaran pack, and have to unlock it every single time. Inside, I kick off my shoes and strip in the middle of the room.