I May Be Your Mate, But You Dont Own Me!

Chapter 1

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Bianca's POV (8 year's later)

I looked into the mirror, not recognizing the person staring back at me. I have long brown hair with black tip's. My brown eye's were blank and dull, only a spark of anger in them. My body was slim and filled with muscle and curves. My pink lips held a cigarette between them. 

It's been 8 year's since I changed. Since my Daddy was buried. And since I shifted. Your probably wondering what the fuck im talking about, so let me enlighten you. I can change into a giant ass wolf. My senses are better, I can heal quicker, run faster. 

There are other wolf shifters out there, but only 5 of my kind. 5 Royal's are left. There's me, one on the council, 2 in Nevada, and 1 in Alaska. Right now, im on my way to Nevada. Apparently I have a brother. 

You see, my parent's were mates. But because my mom had a shifter blood line, even though she couldnt shift, I was stronger then the average Royal. Before my dad met my mom, he had a child. A boy. 

My mother knew nothing of it, and still doesnt. All she does now is drink, sleep around, and blame me for my father's death. Sometimes I think she had something to do with it. I mean we all knew he had brain cancer, but my mom should have been able to heal him, human or not she was his mate. 

But no, she was sleeping around long before my dad died. I think that's what killed him. He couldnt handle the pain of his mate cheating on him and he was going leave her, but he died. 

Anyway's, since I was going to Nevada, I had to start packing. But first I needed to know if my mother was going or not. So I took a long drag, blowing it out through my nose before dropping it and putting it out with my boot. I sighed and stepped out of my room. 

You see, I have money, but my mom doesnt. She's poor, literally has nothing to her name. She's lucky that I give her this. We live in a 1 story house with 3 bedroom's, a kitchen, 2 bathroom's, a living room and a small dinning room. Plus a garage. 

The only reason I got this money, was buy making and selling car's and by gaining territory. Your probably wondering what I mean. I have a gang, which consist's of 537 people. Half of those are werewolf's, or shifter's. By gaining territory, I gain money. By killing anyone who crosses me, I gain money. 

So basically im loaded, yet I dont give two shit's about it. I dont care about anything anymore. I dont have emotions. The only thing's I know is how to hate and how to be angry. I dont know how to be sad, or happy, or loving, or any of that bull shit. I dont need to. 

Im not that pathetic 9 year old little girl that cried herself to sleep on her father's grave, or that girl that wished for anything to help her get her daddy back. I dont care about any of that. I cant care. 

I turned the corner and spotted my so called mother. She was sitting on the couch drinking straight out of a pure vodka bottle. I sighed and went up to her, grabbing the bottle and cleaning it with my shirt before taking a swing. 

She grunted and tried to reach for it, but I stepped back making her fall on the floor. My cold blank eye's looked down in disgust. She couldnt even get her ass up off the floor because she's that pathetic. I shook my head and threw the bottle at the wall, the glass shattering and the liquid dripping down the wall. 

Cara groaned, her hand's holding her head. 

" Would you shut the fuck up? I have a fucking hang over!" She screamed. I glared at her and when she looked up, she flinched away from me. 

" You either get the fuck up and pack your shit, or im throwing you out." I spoke low enough for her to hear, but my voice held a dangerous edge, just like any other time I speak. I dont yell. When im mad, I look calm as hell.