When Alpha Created Omega

On the road

Iven - pov

Waking up to reality feel's like a nightmare to me still. The every so often bump in the highway feel's like it could mimic the feel of the river back home.

I have never heard my Father hum to the sound of the radio before now. my mind try's to reach for the last thing I can remember before drifting off to sleep.

Sharply remembering yet again, somehow he managed to make me look lower than what I really am. Feeling the warm morning sun beaming down on us in the truck. Temporarily pulls me out of my funky mood.

Suddenly the sound of the radio is no longer playing, and my Father is no longer humming. Maybe he's assuming I owe him some explanation for running off and falling asleep in the truck.

It's not like I knew this was the specific vehicle we were taking. I just needed to get away from all the staring faces. I decided to keep my body laying down, facing away from him.

I want to avoid talking, I just want to get this over with. Squeezing my eyes shut, I hold my breath tell my eye's feel like they're going to pop, and my mind is forced to just let go.

I take a deep shakey breath and push my wild curly red out of my face and stare blankly at the inside of the truck door.

My father decides to cut the silence, I dread it's going to be another hazing speech. "So I see you're done throwing your fit now? You're lucky I planned for this and that I know my daughter."

I wonder if he could see my blue eye's that mirror his so much filled with tears. Would he stop and just leave me alone for the ride? My throat is dry and all I can let out is an awkward dry grunt in response.

The tension spike's after that, and I can hear his hands tense around the steering wheel. I can sense his gaze has sharpened on the road and that his back is now straight against the leather seat.

"It's because I know you that we have to do this. You need a mate now, your instincts control you too much. I know you want to avoid hearing it, but we need to face the facts now."

I feel it would be better not to growl at him.... I want to avoid angering him completely. A growl simmers out of my chest uncontrollably. Feeling defeated I just want to be left alone.

The sound of a loud peicring horn blaring from the truck and my Father's fist beating down on it screaming at me to stop, shuts me up immediately.

I know he's just trying to subdue me before I get out of hand and do something I regret.

It still hurts to listen to him.

His tone is rough and sounds like he's speaking in front of a crowd again. "The average age for our pack is Sixteen, Everywhere else is normally 18."

My throat feels raw after growling at him. Before I could open my mouth to defend myself, he continues on.

"You will be twenty-two in a few months. I arranged for us to ride alone together, so I can explain what is to be expected. "

Minute's passed by, and im still refusing to face him. Keeping my long curls shadowing the side of my face.
I know he wants me to respond to him. Hell, he's fucking expecting it. I just can't let my resolve crumble and like a toddler I shuffle my legs and kick the dash twice before settling back down.

I expected him to let his Alpha out and lash out at me, but instead he lets out a patient sigh.

"I said we were going near the capital, but what I really meant was the. Ski-ing resort a few towns over by the capital. We already have are room's booked and clothes packed waiting for us there."

My mind start's to spin with where it seems like he's going with this.

"It's fall so the Governor decided it would be the best place to hold it since it has a nice gigantic cabin that can be held for a dance and dinner. Everyone who will be there will be un-mated and related to some form of rich lawyer, or possibly even the governor himself."

Once again, his word's manage to knock my heart in gear. Stress is now my BFF. I don't know what could be worse.

Being stuck with a wolf that play's in human worlds' sheep's clothing? Or the fact that I can go in there and leave with anyone.....bitterly. Confidence quickly takes over my body, and I decide I should at least respond to him now.

"Okay... I understand, and I'm grateful you would do all of this for me." my words are very rough and make's me sound very exposed. I hope he just drops it, but of course he continues.

" This isn't just for you!" he belts out sharply. "Your pack is in need, and you need to start providing. You are going to go in there and find your mate or nothing at all, Iven."

The confidence I was just feeling drops down into my stomach, and I let out a whiny groan. " I mean it. It's all or nothing, you can't just go in there and force-

"OKAY." I shout as my body pushed forward, I can feel another groan roll out of me as my back crack's from laying so stiffly.

The seatbelt that I wasn't anticipating being there choked me, making me quickly falling back down on my back.

My chest heaves up and down from shock,looking up to eyes my dad's eye's that are filled with amusement. " Okay..." I croak out again. It just makes me feel so uncomfortable to think about forcing myself on anyone..... no matter how much I may want them.

It's so easy to fall back into the feeling of the road and dose off. A few hours later, I wake back up again.

My senses become alert when I notice I'm the only my one in the truck. My back sure doesn't feel like it wants me to move at all. But the cramp's in my stomach make me grunt and reach down to pull the seat handle back up.

I let out a sharp hiss and shield my eyes with my arms as fast as I can. The sun blinds me in the face, my untamed curls falling around my sight as extra coverage help's just a tad.

I notice quickly were at a gas stations as my Father makes his way back to the truck. He walks up to my window and gives it a quick double tap.

His voice comes out sounding a little muffled through the glass, but I can easily hear him," They have a restroom in there, go get yourself cleaned up. I bought donuts were about 5 hours away still."

I hop out the truck and quickly make my way into the gas station's bathroom. I rush to piss and relive my bladder and wash my hand. I decide last minute to hastily splash some water on my pale face.

In the cruddy mirror, I can see the stress taking a toll on my eyes. They ressemble a dark blue hue like you'd find at the bottom of a pool. The stress seems like a monster that's waiting to devour me when it has its perfect chance.

I throw my hair up in a messy bun, letting a few curls frame my face and I try to straighten out the wrinkle's in my black tank top.

I'm not going to let his word's get to me. Not only that, but I'm going to go in there and find my mate or find someone willing to play along.

"I'm rare,
I'm strong." I chant to myself.

There's no way I will leave mate less, regardless of what he says. I won't have to force myself on anyone, I think sorely to myself.

Whoever I find to be my mate will come with me willingly.