Mastery and Slavery

Problems

        Of all the creatures on this forsaken planet who had to be in this situation, it had to be me. Of course it had to be me. It always was me. See, the problem is that my father is an Alpha and, yes, I'm a werewolf. Most of you who are reading this is probably thinking "what's so bad about that, wouldn't you become the Alpha?" Well, yeah, I'm going to be the Alpha soon, I am the eldest after all. But what's really got my nerves rattled is...wait for it..... I'm female.

        Females aren't allowed to be Alphas. That's just the way things are. You'd think that if females aren't allowed to be Alphas then why not just give the title to my younger brother, right? Well, here's another problem....I don't have a brother. I only have two younger sisters, Kriss and Ameree. My name is Hazel and I'm next in line for Black Pack, the Pack of Nova Scotia. If you don't know already, the world is a much different place than it used to be over 30 years ago. It's 2050, and we rule the world. Humans have been overthrown by all the were-creatures and now the majors (us) are the masters and they (the pathetic humans) are the slaves.

       The major were-creatures now rule different continents and everything in them. The werewolves are the legal rulers of North America and Europe. The werelions control Northern Africa while werecrocs live in the Southern. Werejaguars are the kings of South America. Wererats have set up base in Australia. And the Weretigers have taken Asia and Russia. No one has touched Antartica but right at the moment, there's a war going on over who gets the Artic. The homes of the leaders are called White Houses while all the others are just Houses. Even though there is tecnology, there perfer to use horses and go back to the old traditions.

        Females are considered weak and inferior. People in this time believe that some of the only things that they are useful for is entertainment, pleasure, doing chores and housework, and bearing lots and lots of children.

        Anyways, now that you can understand a little of what's going on, let me begin my story.

       "Hazel! Where are you?" I heard Dad's voice booming inside the White House. He didn't sound very happy.

        I stood up and opened the door to my room just as Dad had raised his hand to knock on it. I gave him a smile and his reddened, hard face lessened. He was shaved bald and his glasses were a little crooked. He was wearing a loose, plaid button-down and jeans. He wasn't very tall but despite that, he was pretty darn threatening...even in his slippers.

        "What's up?" I asked, frowning.

        "We've been waiting on you, it's time for dinner and your suitor isn't happy."

        I sighed and did a face-palm. I couldn't believe I forgot!

        "I'm sorry, Daddy, I was just..." I paused and looked away, knowing he wouldn't be happy with the way I chose to spent my time.

        "Writing." Those words cut deep into my heart and as it continued to wither away, I looked back up at him. There was a sympathetic look in his grey eyes. "Sweetheart, you know I don't like it when you turn from your studies."

        "You're talking like we're in the 18th century." I muttered. He laughed.

        "Sorry. But you know it's true."

        "I know." I sighed. He gave me a smile.

        "It's ok," He paused to look me over, his smile disappearing. "Are you seriously wearing that in public?"

        I blushed and looked down at my jeans and t-shirt. My Dad didn't believe that women should wear the same thing as men, in fact, everyone believed that women should wear dresses. It was the 18th century all over again.

        "I'll be right down." I replied, turning and closing the door. I listened to his footsteps as they faded down the steps. I glanced briefly at my study-table which was full of paper before going and slipping into an annoyingly-ruffled dress that went down to the floor. Making sure they wouldn't be able to see my sneakers, I opened the door and went down the stairs. As I was coming down, I heard a voice down below.

        "Any girl who makes me wait this long better look better than me."

     I stopped and scrunched my nose. Ugh, this was the man who wanted to be my suitor? I strained my ears to listen, waiting for the slap of skin and the smell of blood at that rude remark. But there was none, instead, my Dad said kindly.

        "Oh, Derrick, you know how women are, always taking their time to make a good entrance."

        Just then I walked in. Derrick turned and smiled as he looked at me with a hungry glance that scared me. He had slicked-back chocolate-colored hair and handsome green eyes. He was wearing a fine tux and black gloves. I didn't like him one bit.

        "You look ravishing, Hazel." He grinned, looking me over, up and down, over and over and over. I was about to retort when Mom shot me a stern glance from the other side of the room where she was fixing Ameree's hair. I bit my tongue. "Well, I'm famished, let's go get something to eat, shall we?"

        I just nodded and walked beside him out the door. It was Summer, thank God, and there were birds singing. Derrick helped me into a horse-drawn carriage while my family hung back. I looked at them over Derrick's shoulder and flashed them a look.

        "We'll meet you at the resturant, sissy." Kriss spoke up, a large grin on her face. I glared at her and was going retort when Derrick whipped the reins and the horses took off at a nice trot. We rode in silence the entire way there.

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        It was dark now and Derrick was taking me home. I didn't like him, nothing changed since I first met him an hour ago.....and I was pretty sure it never would. I stayed quiet as he steered us away from everyone and into a long, peaceful meadow. There was no one else in sight.

        "Your sisters are adorable."

        I gave a little smile and looked away.

       "Thank you."

       "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

        I didn't say anything. He gripped my chin and made me look into his eyes.

        And then he kissed me.