A Spitfire's Fury

CHAPTER TWO- Meet Your Mate

My father was still awake when I came home- late for an Alpha with that much responsibility. He instantly leapt to his feet when I entered the house, breathing hard and heart beating a million miles an hour. I could feel his anger slowly evaporate as he saw my more than panicked face, and he came forward, slowly coming to placate me. 

It was not a good idea to rush a panicked she-wolf. and my father had learnt more times than most just how bad that would be- from me. 

"Karen? Are you okay?" 

I clenched my fists and calmed the storm raging through my body- I had a mate. And he was here. Great and wonderful moon Goddess, why must you shit on my plans? Slowly relaxing and willing my nose to forget that delicious scent, I hardened my face and looked to my father, the spitting image of myself. 

"Yeah. I'm fine" 

Father let it go quickly and got back to his previous anger. "You didn't go to the dress fitting with your mother" His tone was hard and I nearly cringed. This would be a lecture I wouldn't be able to escape from. I shook my head, not trusting my tongue to reply with something other than snarky. 

Father let a growl rumble through the house, folding huge arms over an equally as muscular chest. "You do as you're told, Karen. And then when you're not told, you take initiative and do what you think we would tell you. Why didn't you go?" 

The beginnings of frustration now heated my veins and I bit back a smart reply. "I didn't want to wear a dress. There is no law about women wearing dresses when meeting other Alpha's. It doesn't make sense because we are wolves and are bound to rip it off anyway" Okay, that was slightly smart, but not too smart. 

"We've been over this so many times Karen. A woman's place in a pack is to submit, support and love her mate or any male/leader above her. And part of that submission is being an elegant woman- which is why you wear dresses." 

"I am not a wolf who will submit just because of a man or his power." I ground out, control over my anger slowly slipping. Tonight was not my night. 

My father growled fully then, stepping closer until he towered over my five foot nine form, Alpha dominance suffocating me. "You will do what your mother and I tell you to do. I don't care that you are my daughter, you will take the place of every woman in this pack, and that is behind and quiet" 

I wrenched myself away from his hold, stepping back and masking my face in a wall of indifference. "I will never submit to anyone, and I will never respect you as long as you believe so whole hardheartedly in this indoctrination"

I was halfway to the stairs when my father spoke again. "That girl doesn't deserve a mate" It was more to himself than to me, but I still stopped and didn't hide the watering of my eyes. My father's head snapped up, eyes widening when he saw I had heard him. 

That was the worst insult any wolf could get- saying that the Moon Goddess didn't believe you good enough to receive a mate? To receive happiness? He started forward but I turned my hurt into anger, letting the full force of it make him stay back. 

He may be an Alpha, but hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Especially if it was from her father. 

When I got to the top of the stairs, Moses was waiting and silent. He analysed me with sorry eyes, reaching a hand out to me. I turned away from his grasp and continued to my room. This was the one opportunity he could have stepped in and said something- but as always he didn't. And I had accepted all the other times, but today was the only day that mattered on whether or not he said something or not. 

And he didn't. 

My room wasn't comforting that night, and I laid in my King bed wondering why I was so privileged but so stunted. My phone buzzed next to me and I picked it up, smiling halfheartedly when I saw a message from Lyle.