The Slave to a Pack

Chapter Nine

Megahn was awake at four am. She was too excited to sleep anymore. She was expected to be awake at six am, where her parents would begin their morning. Then at seven am she should start getting ready for school. At half past seven, was the time her parents had organised for her to be driven to school. She should never be later than eight o'clock. And school started at eight thitry.

But Megahn threw the plan out the window as she began her morning stretches. Jogging on the spot, push ups, sit ups. Absolutely anything to channel her excitment. When her parents had come home from doing moon goddess knows what, they had told her she would begin training with the other werewolves when she desired to. After her first day of school, she was going to deside when she would begin. She was focusing all her energy into today. Into school.

Once she had gotten more sweaty than she bargained for, Megahn got in the shower. She had been awake now for nearly an hour and a half. Still, the clock struck by too slowly, Megahn wanted school to start right now.

Her mind was excited by the idea of school. And by who would be at school. Wren was old enough to be in school. When she had done a little digging, Brair had told her that everyone in the pack went to the same school.

Obviously a school environment was going to be a lot eaiser to find Wren. Not only that, but there were less unwanted adults. Brent was too old for school. Her parents wouldn't attend if they could help it. And the same rules didn't apply.

Megahn felt the wolf part of her sing in anticipation. Thinking about all the things she had little to no clue about. Brair had said so many interesting things about sex. Sadiee had given the young girl the unsavory sex talk... But when Brair talked about it. It made Megahn's mind run wild. That something about reproducing could be erotic. That, according to Brair, if she did it right, would give her the best feeling. Better than eating ice cream on a hot day.

Megahn wanted that. To kiss Wren. To hold Wren. To mate with Wren. To be mated to Wren.

She wanted to hear his voice every day. Wanted to see his smile, which she hadn't yet. Wanted to hear his laugh, which again, she hadn't heard. She may have known nothing about boys, school or sex - but she knew she wanted Wren.

She couldn't bring herself to tell her parents about him. The guilt and shame that she had found her mate instantly. Where as they were stuck in a house with a daughter. It was unfair to all of them. Plus, what would they think of him? He surely wasn't their type. And nor did they want her reproducing so quickly like they did.

After cleaning the sweat from her body, Megahn was ready to get dressed for school. She wanted to feel the same confidence she had felt yesterday. When those three boys had gawked over her. When she thought that it would excite Wren. Today was a special occasion, she was going to dress the part.

Brair had told Megahn the saucy clothes she was going to wear, to make Megahn know the she wouldn't be the only one dressing a little slutty. Taking a shaking breath, Megahn slipped into a g-string. At first it was daunting, but she found herself a little more comfortable. Next was the short skirt, which again, started at her hips and ended just bellow her backside. The  flowing material threatened to show off what it was barely hiding. Next was shirt, that could have been classed as a crop top. The baby blue shirt stopped just above the skirt, clinging to her tight body.

Being trapped in her obstacle coarse paid off in the end. Slipping into heels, Megahn didn't recognise herself. She didn't look shy. She didn't look like the mistake of a daughter from two war veterans. She looked like Megahn Lea. She looked like she didn't have a mate.

Brair will be proud. Pulling her little handbag that held all her things, Megahn applied a little makeup. She was determined to get better. There hadn't been any make up in the house she grew up in. Megahn had tried to make her own from anything she could find. Without Sadiee's strict teachings, Megahn wa free to do her own thing. She was nineteen! A little late to be finishing up her last year in school, but it was the experience she dreamed of.

The Alpha pulled a few strings and got her in. The only reason Meaghn guessed her parents wanted her to do it was to get her off their backs. Unlike Megahn, they hadn't been waiting all these years to meet.

Walking down the stairs, Megahn spotted the Major and Captain in the kitchen. Her father was nursing a cup of coffee, his back to her mother, who was frying up food. She didn't look too impressed with the task. It dawned on her, that perhaps her parents wouldn't like her clothes. Perhaps even order them to go up stairs and change. She dared them too. To light the fire that was daring to spark. They had no right to police how she dressed.

Megahn had been thinking of herself too much. When she walked into the kitchen, no one spared her as much as a glance. It was an uncomfortable blow to her ego... and her willingness to become a family. It evaporated.

"What time is the car coming to drop me off?" Megahn asked, picking up an apple, trying to take as little time in the kitchen as possible. Doing anything to avoid seeing how little they cared for her.

"Two hours," her father responded. He didn't spare a look at her. Megahn felt her cheery morning quickly get flushed down the drain.

"Did you go to school here?" She asked.

Her mother was the only one to spare her a look. A once over. Megahn wished she could have looked a little less disinterested. "Yes," she said after a while.

Perhaps the war had made them slow.

Megahn didn't know what she was going to do in those two hours, but she knew she wasn't going to spend them with her parents. She couldn't handle the let down their presence gave her.

The war had ruines their lives. And given Megahn hers.