Imperious.

Part I: Emilia

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Author's Note: Women are no longer the submissive gender in the joint bond of mating, men are now the submissive. Please vote and comment, it'll be very much appreciated.

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E M I L I A -

Age: 18

Before---

The feeling of helplessness was enough to agitate me. My wolf was dying to break out and cause damage, so I was ordered to leave the house and go out for a run.

Running I could do; staying calm I could not. The blatant disrespect - how dare he.

Emily Greene, Alpha of the largest pack in this century, and mother to me, Emilia Greene, was not the one to disrespect.

She was strong and smart and powerful. Before and even now she was a force to be reckoned with. Her wolf itself: beautiful red fur with green cunning eyes that had you in her trap before you knew it. Many say I am already following in her footsteps. I couldn't disagree more - my mother was the rock of my life, the role model to every she-wolf, and I could never compare.

She had this way of looking at you and getting what she wanted, maybe it was the growl. It was thunderous and stirred the core of your very wolf. You had to back down; the command was already ingrained in your blood.

So when she commanded her daughter of 18 years to take a run, I growled and tore out of the house faster than my two legs usually carried me.

The anger and betrayal I felt flooding throughout me was indescribable and painful. How could she dismiss me like I was some pack member and not her daughter? How could she choose her mate, her partner, her escort over me?

I refused to cry, I refused to show weakness. I would be the Alpha of Furious Pack, the largest pack of the century, and I would refuse to cry. This was not what Alpha's do, this was not what my mother would do and this was exactly what I would not do.

And one day I would have a mate, a partner, an escort that would learn to rule by my side, but I would never choose my mate before my child.

Shifting, I felt the familiar rattling of my bones, the elongation of my canines and the surge of heat and power rush through me.

Growling, I lifted my head and howled raggedly. Women are supposed to be the smart thinkers, the swift movers. Men are the one's who fight with only anger not strategy, they stray from rules and destroy everything in their paths. They are not able to be counted on much less run a pack.

Before, in history, when wolves were Alphas and she-wolves were Luna's, if something were to happen to the Luna, the Alpha would not be fit to run the pack: he'd become self destructive, his emotions a whirlwind, whereas a Luna would grieve silently and run the pack, organized. She might be stern and cruel, yes, but she would still be deemed fit to run her pack - she'd still be a leader. Which is why the men were beneath us; taking down Alpha's wasn't as hard as it was made out to be.

They were blind in rage, every male, which made them predictable. Their fighting techniques were easily matched by our own; strength they had, but we were able to match them with critical thinking and swift movement. We took down wolves that day, Alphas, Betas, Trackers, you name it. My mother wasn't there at the fight but my great-grandmother Edna was and she fought bravely and survived the aftermath.

And now, my mother would put her mate before me, after all the pain and hurt he's caused her.

Love is for fools, my mate would only be around for the sole purpose to help me rule and not even for that. I would rule, I would be strong and organized and a thinker and above all, Imperious. I would be Imperious, I would not back down, I would be a great Alpha and I would make everyone proud, especially my mother.