"Mama, Papa," I greeted. "I am here, may I enquire as to why you wish to speak to me?"
My name is Alecia. I am an eighteen year old werewolf and I live with my parents and two brothers, both older.
Now, you may be wondering why I speak to my parents in such an old fashioned, posh way. You see, my parents are very strict, they do not allow me to have friends who could possibly have a bad influence on me. Which is basically everyone, after all this is the twenty first century.
My parents, Amy and Jason, despite only being practically forty five years old, seem to think that they live in the seventeen hundreds. My father wears suits all the time and my mother always wears dresses that don't allow any skin to show. If I wasn't brought up in this way, I would have run for the hills the moment I met them.
Unfortunately for me, they force me to wear the same as my mother, which believe me those dresses have to be custom made. From scratch, mother's insistence.
So anyway, my parents are both sat in the living room of our five story mansion. Believe me, I have no idea what my parents were thinking when they bought this house.
"Yes, you may enquire," my mother answered. Her voice was quite rough and scratchy, as though something is constantly stuck in her throat. "Your betrothed will be here in a moment or two and we needed you to be present when he arrives."
"My betrothed?" I asked her, horrified. Why in the world would my parents marry me to a stranger? They were always the ones saying never to speak to strangers until I was fourteen.
"Do not act as though you have never known, darling. We told you many times that you will be marrying a wealthy man who can take care of you." This time it was my father who answered. His voice, along with his dark hair and eyes make him look as if he could have been in a gang and gotten away with almost anything.
"I had thought that you meant those are the sort of men I had to choose from, not have a man chosen for me!"
Why must they punish me so? I thought desperately. My brothers were older than I, why could they not be betrothed before me?
Thomas Junior and Alexander were twenty one and twenty. I, being the youngest at eighteen am much more pampered than either of the boys were. And by that, I mean that I was forced to do a lot more than either of them.
Both of the boys only had to go to one private mixed school their whole lives, until they were eighteen - I, however, had to go to three different private girls only schools. And I hated it at all of them.
They are also jealous of me. They don't know about the beatings.
Before either of my parents could reply, the butler came through with an older - balding - man behind him. He also had a large stomach which was on show as his clothes failed to covered it up.
I froze. I swear if this is the man they want me to marry, I am running away.
"Is this her?" the balding man asked my parents as the butler walked out of the room.
My mother replied to him with a simple, "Indeed," and she and my father both stood to greet him.
I couldn't move from my seat. This could not be my life, I panicked. Why in the world would my parents think it was in any circumstance okay to sell your daughter to marry a much older man?
I gave our butler, George, a pleading look, being him to take me out of the room. He gave me a look of sympathy in return and left the room.
My parents sat down and stared at me, waiting for me to address my 'betrothed'.
"I do not believe we have made an acquaintance," I commented quietly to the balding man.
"We haven't," was his curt reply. I smiled tightly and shortly, stopping it only a second into it.
He sat down on a sofa near to my parents and scrutinized me.
"Are you sure she's fertile?" The man checked.
"We would not offer unless she was. She would've been sent to an orphanage long ago if she wasn't."
I gasped in shock. How could he say that? I thought. I wasn't hurt by my father's comment but I was upset about it. To learn that the only reason why my parents had kept me up until now was because I was able to produce children was, quite frankly, pissing me off, but I kept my mouth shut.
Whether my parents allowed it or not, I was leaving. Tonight.
My brothers wouldn't know, they wouldn't listen to me if I screamed it down their ear. I was the 'lucky child' of the Lovell family. I was the one my parents would give anything to. Or, as my brothers didn't know, use me to their advantage.
"Who are you?" The question slipped out of my mouth unbidden. I froze - I was sure to get a beating for this.
"Alpha Yates of the Blood Territory Pack," was the answer. I didn't expect the next part though. "And you are to be my Luna, quiet, submissive, motherly. Your role is to be my wife, provide me with heirs, be Luna to the pack and to never question my orders. You will never find sexual release anywhere but me and I shall take you whenever and however I wish. You will be the submissive mate and willingly let me. Or else there will be consequences."
My mother looked pleased at that thought and my father was expressionless.
I nodded, to show the man that I understood. This revelation strengthened my resolve to leave tonight.
My parents and the man, Alpha Yates, spoke for a number of hours before the man eventually left.
As soon as he was gone, my mother spun around and smacked me across the cheek. Her claws were out and had split my cheek open and part of my gum. Blood gushed out of my cheek and gum into my mouth and all over my dress, not that I minded. I hated the colour.
"How dare you speak in front of him!" Mother hissed. "How dare you ask such a personal question of your alpha! Do you know how this will affect our standing in society's life?"
"I thought that women were not allowed an opinion, mother," I spat bitterly, spitting blood onto the bottom of her dress in the process.
She screeched and booted me in my stomach.
"My dress!" She screeched, loud enough for the whole house to hear. "Are you aware of how much this dress will cost to have cleaned?"
"You should have thought of that before you scratched me," I retorted.
"Thomas!" she screamed to my father. "Take this runt to the forbidden room."
I paled. Not there, anywhere but there!
My father came up to me and yanked me up by my arm. He pulled me away from my mother and started to pull me towards the stairs that would lead us down to the basement, but at the last moment he yanked me up the opposite set of stairs that led up to the bedrooms.
He dumped me on my bed in my bedroom and pointed to a single bag resting innocently in the corner.
"Hurry," was all he said before he threw some keys at me. I just about caught them. It was a set of car keys.
Glancing back up at my father, he smiled down at me for one of the first times in my life and grabbed the bag.
"Run."
