You're Mine

In The Pines

Soft sunlight caressed my cheek as my eyes slowly fluttered open. The morning was much too beautiful for the events that would take place today. It was almost a sin. Sighing deeply I forced my stiff body to sit up, brushing my long blonde hair from my face, my eyes observed the scene outside my window. Two sparrows were twittering together, the reason for my awakening I assumed, seeing me they flew away into the clear blue sky that was forecasting nothing but sun over the course of the day. Getting up and crossing my room I observed my reflection in my full length mirror. It was an action I repeated every day. I supposed I hoped that one day something would miraculously change. Perhaps I was waiting to grow horns or something? My piercing emerald eyes gazed steadily back at me. Ridiculous. Of course I wasn't wishing for good looks, I was already blessed by those. A lithe, athletic body, curves in all the right places, long lashes, full lips, yep I wasn't lacking. In fact it was a curse. So many girls dream of being pretty, well they always say be careful what you wish for don't they? Looks came with a heavy price. It drew attention to you, in every situation. Meant boys constantly wanted to take advantage, you were just a prize, a conquest to them. The unattainable one they needed to make themselves feel better about their own insecurities. I wasn't stupid. My heart had been closed off a long time ago. Ice now filled my veins, no one could melt it, it was what I had to protect myself from the pain. Being a hopeless romantic I had learnt my lesson. I love more deeply and passionately than most, others just couldn't handle the intensity of my fire, so I locked it away. The reason for this heartbreak had been a boy I had briefly dated at 16. I say boy, because that's what he was. A man would never have treated a woman how he treated me. I was put down constantly by him so I wouldn't know my own worth, because he knew how much I wanted it to work. He was by no means my type, but I was fed up of being the odd one out, the one that hadn't yet experienced love amongst my friends. It was childish of me, I realise this, but I was desperate. No matter how much I tried to make it work, I just ended up getting hurt. In the end he broke it off with hateful words because he couldn't handle the person I became when I stopped hiding behind my mask. I was not a nice person. Not by any means. However, to fit into the expectations of society I always wore a mask. I learnt my lesson not to let it slip again. Not until I had found someone who would truly accept me. Being told you needed to seek professional help after only revealing only a small amount of yourself to the person who's supposed to love you isn't an ideal situation. No. I had to wait. Perhaps today would change that? I wasn't hopeful.

My farther was the leader of a large werewolf pack who lived in England, London to be specific. We weren't ordinary werewolves, certainly not what you'd expect. The truth was that we ran some of the largest business firms in the world, each leader controlled huge sections of global trade, operating from different countries in their capitals. Right now I was a normal teenage girl, 19, not yet changed through the ceremony to accept my transformation. Yes I had werewolf blood running through me, very powerful blood from numerous generations of pure blood alphas, but I had not yet fully accepted my true nature. My transformation would happen when I was bitten and bonded to my mate. I didn't expect to find my soul mate, after all my time had very much run out, but it would be my mate non-the-less. Tonight my farther was holding a party of sorts. All the eligible sons and daughters at the age of 18, or above, of the global leaders would attend. Here it was expected that a mate would be chosen for me, an arranged marriage of sorts. I was thrilled... Sarcasm of course, in case you missed it.

I considered my chances of actually finding someone of interest. I wasn't hopeful. Romance was dead nowadays, my dreams of a knight in shining armour sweeping me off my feet were about to come crashing down around me. Grimacing at the thought, as if in pain, I quickly tied back my hair and got dressed into a white tank top and shorts. Hopefully a run would be allowed this morning, considering I apparently had no say in my future at this point. Padding down the stairs I left the comfort of my room to enter the equally white and airy kitchen. My farther, Desmond, sat at the table reading a newspaper with a coffee by his side as my mother, Ariel, cooked breakfast.