Joy pulled the Lilac dress past my waist and up to my chest, smoothing out a wrinkle, her velvet brown eyes watching in wonder as it fit me perfectly. "How do they always guess the freakin measurements spot on!" She yelled, dramatically throwing her arms into the air. "No idea." I mumbled, my voice monotone due to my brain running at a mile a minute and not fully taking in that she was saying. I was clearly depressed but did anyone care? No..Well maybe Joy did. The rest assumed the moment my wolf was free I'd be fine and deeply in love with the Prince. Which would happen over my dead body!
"Everything alright Princess?" She asked, orbs innocently blinking up at me, she was a little short but she made up for it with her hilarious personality. She was secretly my best friend, though I could never admit it, not to her even. She was a lady's maid, and I a princess. My lips pursed finally focusing on the girl, her auburn hair falling from her shoddy bun.
"God damn it Joy." I barked pulling her hair back up into the bun. "There, you know they'll tear you apart if you let them see how sloppy you are." She pouted, large eyes flickering up to my tinted red lips then quickly to my sapphire blue eyes and finally to the side. A smirk began to form but I pushed it away. She had a thing for me, but I ignored it, she wasn't the first and wouldn't be the last.
She moved back to my dress, adjusting it in places, her hand landing on the small of my back as she adjusted the back of my straps. I knew what she was doing. I wasn't blind. My hand moved to her chin, forcing it up. She whimpered a little shivering under my dominant gaze. "I told you about that didn't I. We cannot play the games that we played when we were younger. I am to marry the Prince." I lied, I knew it wasn't going to happen but I couldn't allow her to throw herself over me, she needed to wait for her mate, she had already sensed him but was afraid, he was much stronger than her and a higher rank, Beta Nigel's son, Tom. Joy feared that he would reject her for being a 'weak' omega but I knew that no one could ever reject such a sweet beauty as herself.
"When he rejects me, will I be yours?" She asked, a whine mixed in with her words, I was safe, dominant someone that would protect her, but I wasn't her destined one. "Mine in a sense, but never my mate. I will protect you always Joy, but I cannot be your mate." Joy threw her arms over my neck, standing on the tip of her toes. "Come on. You have to get yourself together. You are a fierce Woman. Behave like the Shewolf I know you are deep down!"
She finally collected herself going back to readjust my dress. Werewolves were deeply needy, wanting protection and love, but they were not open to any sexuality other than the default, I wasn't sure what I was but I knew that women were more attractive to me. I could never admit it to the pack, females were 'meant' to be led, bred, kept. I would change all of that. Strengh is in the things you do not in the gender that you are.
Even though it was taboo and shameful to the werewolves I seemed to attract it, many females came out to me, loved me, wanted to be mine. I didn't often reject their love, but I knew that none were my mate. I would know when I found them, I was sure of it! If things went right and I managed to run away I planned to restart my birth pack, become the Queen of the Clover wolves, find a way to get my revenge. I would make my pack a safe place for the queer wolves of the world. Even if my mate was a male he would not dominate me. I would lead alone, he would find a way to deal with that. If the Queen could lead alone then so could I.
Though her mates death had forced her to lead, until her son was of age and mated, those were the laws but also meant that packs became 'weak' with only one leader. Anyone that truly believed that had not gone against Queen or Luna Demeter. Packs had a Luna and an Alpha. Males led until their sons could take over or until they died leaving their Luna to take over as regent for their sons. Even as a sole leader females could not be named Alpha. Again. I wished to change that.
The world of werewolves was a sexist land. Made for the power of men and the capture of women. The male had the right to take their mate away from everything they loved and forced them to leave any romantic relationships and denounce any children, but males could have two wives and allow their children to stay, although the born son of the pair would be the heir. I was truly tired of it, who said a woman couldn't be strong. Be dominant?
There were gay wolves in the world, but they were either killed or ripped apart, mated to other wolves that their parent or alpha's picked for them. Some were killed or rejected by their family's forced to become pitiful rogues. I saw with my own to eyes what they did to those who dared mate to the same gender. Poor Ethan killed by his own brother after being found with his mate who due to his high rank was left alive, shamed, whipped but alive. Who made these rules? I'll tell you who. A man. An Alpha.
Joy placed her head beneath my chin, a sign of submission. "You are my Alpha." She exclaimed. "I do not follow the others, I follow you." I pet her auburn hair, smiling for once. "I know Joy, I appreciate your respect." I let her cling to me for a long moment before I messed up her straight hair and forced her to let me go. She placed a light grey shawl over my shoulder and made her way to the door. Waiting for my next move.
Outside the door Jackson awaited me, eyeing Joy with disdain. She looked away fearful of him. "Princess." He grinned taking my wrist. "Are you ready for your birthday feast?" I smiled but it did not reach my bright blue eyes. "Yes, Joy will be accompanying me today Jackson, just in case my wolf decides to greets me, I will need her guidance to keep us both safe." His fangs peaked over his lips, eyes burning into Joy's Velvety Chocolate gaze. She whimpered looking away from him. I stood in front of him. Protectively slamming my fist into the middle of his chest.
"Don't you dare look at her that way." His gaze softened as his eyes shifted to me. "Why must she guide you? I will guide you. Your wolf will greet mine and I will make sure I take you somewhere safe for our first time." I pushed him again growling this time. "That's exactly what I need her there for. I will not be having my 'First time' tonight. It will happen when I am ready." And not with you!
His form began to tower over me, teeth clenched. He was obsessed. I rose too but fell short about half a foot. He was 6'4 and I 5'10. His golden glare died down as he shrugged. "Fine. She can come. She will stand behind you, omegas don't get to sit at the royal feast." The male spat the word Omega as if it were something to sneer at, did he not know that the majority of the werewolf population consisted of omegas and Deltas. Alpha's were rare, betas a little less.
I glared but also backed down turning to Joy with a grin. "I'll make sure you get a plate." He huffed but didn't respond keeping his arm out for me to take. I could feel him taking in my appearance, eyes devouring my tight lilac dress, it made me feel sick, as if I were something that belonged to him. I didn't. I never would.
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