Freeing Starr✔️

Chapter 2 ~ The Mating Ceremony

Two weeks later

I stared into the mirror blankly and looked myself over, my lips curling in disgust. What my father chose as a dress was barely even called a dress. However, it was based on the style of clothing that Alpha Zion's pack women wore regularly for their mating ceremonies. Just gazing at my little helper that the Alpha assigned to me made me realize that clothing wasn't a necessity for them.

The woman wore a translucent black, lacy skirt that trickled down to her ankles and a tight fitting crop top. When I first saw her, my first expression was one of genuine surprise. To walk around like that? I couldn't imagine. Luckily for my eyes though, the woman was at least wearing underwear beneath the skirt, though I doubted it helped much.

To my dismay, I was forced into a white translucent, lacy skirt with floral patterns that spiraled down past my ankles and left a slight trail behind me. Luckily, starting from my mid thigh to my hips, the white became thicker to the point where it was difficult to see anything beneath it. There were slits running up the sides of the skirt, showing off my freshly waxed legs and the very high heels they forced me into. My top was a long sleeved white crop top, and was made out of silk with a floral lace pattern trailing along the outside. I couldn't deny that the overall outfit was beautiful.

My little helper fixed my curls into a neat bun and sprinkled white flower petals around it before placing the wedding veil on. My makeup was light and natural, with just a bit of gloss decorating my lips.

All in all, I looked beautiful, there was no denying that.

"Luna," my little helper called out, poking her head through the door.

I looked over my shoulder and gave a small smile, "Yes?"

The lady returned the smile, her eyes dancing with excitement for her Alpha's upcoming mating.

"It's time. Your father is waiting for you outside." she replied.

I nodded my head and turned back to face the floor length mirror. "Give me a moment please," I muttered, glancing down at myself again. The outfit was at least comfortable.

The girl hesitated slightly before giving a nod and closing the door behind her.

I sighed sadly and frowned. I weighed all of my choices in my mind and realized that the only realistic choice I did have was to go through with this marriage that didn't involve my true mate.

The only thing I could do was look on the bright side.

1. I would be getting rid of my repulsive father.

2. I would be ruling a pack of my own.

3. I would have a husband and family to look out for me.

4. I would finally be free of my father.

Those pros alone gave me enough courage to walk towards the door with a smile plastered on my face. However, when I opened the door and connected gaze with my father, the courage immediately left me as my body automatically shrunk in on itself. I immediately dropped my eyes to the floor.

My father chuckled and grabbed my hand, slipping it through his before he began leading me towards the ceremony.

"I'm gonna miss you, you know?" he mused, pulling me closer to his side as we walked, yet I remained silent and stared at the glass doors up ahead, "This merge between packs couldn't have happened if it weren't for you. It was a necessary decision, however, it doesn't mean I won't miss our late nights together."

I shivered as I thought back to last night when he had me bent over his office desk as he enjoyed his 'parting gift' from me.

When we arrived at the doors, father stopped and turned to me with a smile on his face.