She is trained to be the alpha.
A female alpha.
She is the only child of the Alpha.
Her destiny is to become the center of the game, more than the queen she is.
She was raised to be strong and independent, to rise when fall, to be the protector and...
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There I was again. Just like every year, every birthday passed. This place again.
I stopped in front of the grave, looking at it as if this was the first time I came here. Long ago before I was who I am now.
My chest felt a little heavy. The memories, it ache. It burned the whole pieces that left inside me. But pain is good, it makes people stronger.
"Here I am again, mom," I spoke slowly. "Just like old time, just like every year, huh?" I smiled, a little bitter with all the pain. "It's my birthday tonight.. Remember when you told me I could find my mate when I get to my 18 birthday? Remember how you told me you'd be waiting for that moment to meet him too? I don't know, mom. I don't know if it would work that simple." I sighed a little. "But I'll find him, mom. I'll be what you always want me to be, I will be happy."
Ever since I was a child, I never was a quick talker. When I'm saying or telling something, I'll tell it clearly. Not blurting or anything. I was always in control of my own words.
I put the rose down to her grave. Ever since she died when I was 10, this is what I always do in the morning of my birthday. With a funeral dress, with an aching soul, with an unshed tears. I'm always here.
"I love you, mom."
It's pathetic, really. How it's easier to confess your love to those who's dead than those who's alive. That's a tragedy people lived with.
Hours been passed since what happened in the funeral now.
Stop looking back.
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I looked at my reflection in my mirror. The dress was well-made. My cousin made it for me. Yes. She made it. Her family ran a gown and dresses shop in town. One and only.
It was supposed to be black, I had asked her even. But she insisted that black would really go too dark for this event. At first, she even suggested for bright colors, which I highly disagree.
The party tonight was one of the most waited this year. No surprise. Unlike other's 18 birthday party, this party was going to be a classic party. No loud music, no party animal. It's a mature celebration with formal dresses. Besides the fact that my father's an alpha, all the werewolves around my age thought that this party was an important agenda on their schedule too.
