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🌷Every year, each Male Werewolf can choose a mate - and the She Wolf they chooses has no say in the matter. So when the innocent, seemingly young, Gemini Burn turns eighteen she instantly catches the eye of the most infamous Alpha of all - Alpha Layton Vetteriano. Or, as he is better know; the Blood Alpha. The Blood Alpha is cruel, merciless and unforgiving; but can Gemini soften him up with her kind heart and compassionate ways, or will he just ruin her spirit?
Chapter One
I awoke with a start. Sweat covered my face and neck; my hair sticking to my skin. My heart was hammering and my hands shook. Out of fear my head whipped around the room, as if I was looking for an evil demon or something else that had scared me.
I took in the familiar view of my bedroom, and let out a breath of relief. “It was only a dream” I whispered, “it was only a dream”. I looked around the room, frowning slightly, before I flopped back down in the bed. It was close to dawn, but it was still dark.
I didn’t return to sleep, I just stayed lying on my bed for a few hours. When it reached close to six am, a knock came on the door. “Time to get up” my mother shouted, sounding rushed. She didn’t even open the door before running down the corridor to wake my sister up.
I heard her say a few words to my sister, as I sat up in bed. I sighed heavily, looking over at my closet – my outfit for the day, which was picked out three months previous, and handing off the door, and my packed suitcase standing next to it.
The day was November 10th. To humans it was just another day, but to Werewolves it was a day of excitement and joy. Because November 10th was Mate Day. Every year, on the sixth day of November, every Werewolf from the age of eighteen to twenty five met on neutral ground – for the Mating Ritual.
The male Wolves – from all the different Packs – got the choice of all the She Wolves in the country. To see which one they wanted for mating. As soon as a She Wolf turned eighteen they had to go, and then if they weren’t chosen they continued to go back until they turned twenty five.
I was dreading the entire process. And the fact that all the She Wolves had to line up according to strength was just degrading. I didn’t want to stand with the other weak Wolves, awaiting someone to decide I look good enough to be his mate.
However, my opinion was not shared with many. Most females couldn’t wait for the Mating Ritual, in the hope that one of the Alpha’s would choose them. To be picked by a Pack Leader – an Alpha – was rare, but not unheard of.
However, Alpha’s mated with Alpha’s. That was just how it was. An Alpha male, who wanted strong pups would always chose a She Wolf who had an Alpha father or grandfather; to ensure their pups would be as strong as possible. Yet, that didn’t stop the eighteen year old girls living in hope. It was in a She Wolves nature to want to be with an Alpha.
“Gemini you better be dressed in the next two minutes, or else I’ll come up there and dress you myself” my mother shouted. I groaned loudly, as I grabbed my outfit and walked into the bathroom. I glanced myself over in the mirror – realising that the sleepless night didn’t do me any good. I had some serious work to do.
I showered myself before changing into my outfit – a knee length cotton white dress, with small delicate ivory flowers decorating the others. The top of the dress was strapless, and hung to my chest tightly – but not in a revealing way. The dress was A-Line and showed my figure. My mother told me that I had to show the male Wolves what they would be getting.
Once my dress was on, I headed downstairs. My mother and my elder sister were both waiting for me. My sister – Jazmine – was three years older than me. She met her mate, Adam, on her second year at that the Mating Ritual. Adam was nice guy, quiet, but nice. He was in our pack, so Jazmine continued to stay with our pack and live with us.
“Gemini” my mother greeted me, smiling nervously. “I knew that dress would be perfect. Now, please, sit”. There was a seat in the middle of the lounge, a table next to it covered in beauty products. I wore the basics of make-up most days, but looking at the table I suddenly felt like I knew nothing of beauty regimens.
I took a seat at the chair, and let my sister and my mother work on me. My sister curled my blonde hair, leaving it to cascade down to my lower back. My mother then worked on my face – making it seem flawless and bright.
I mean, I wasn’t an ugly person and I was fairly slim – but even I was surprised by how pretty I looked once I was completely ready. My skin seemed to glow, and my cheekbones were obvious. My large eyes, a silver colour, looked almost bewitching as they were lined with black.
“Well she defiantly looks the part” Jazmine commented to my mother, who nodded in agreement.
“Let’s just hope they don’t try to talk to her, then she might have a chance of being picked by someone” she replied.
I frowned, slightly hurt, but didn’t comment. It wasn’t exactly untrue to say that my personality was so what lacking. I had been told I didn’t have a personality on many occasions. I was told I was boring and quiet, but I knew I was just comfortable in my own company. I got it from my father; who didn’t speak much, but when he did it was said with wisdom.
“Let’s just hope her looks distract people from her strength and personality” my mother muttered, as I headed towards the front door. I grabbed my suitcase and pulled it with me. My mother kissed and hugged me goodbye, as did my sister, before they waved me off – not before a quick reminded on how I needed to act.
I met the other Wolves who were all going to the Mating Ritual. Both the girls and the boys were all dressed to impress; but obviously the girls more than the boys. When I saw my best friend, Jacob, I smiled and rushed over to him.
Jacob wore a pair of black jeans, and a white polo shirt. His brown hair was tousled and styles messily, but in a good way. Jacob was an attractive guy, there was no doubt that She Wolves would be pushing their chests out for his attention. “Gem” he smiled.
“Hey” I grinned brightly at him.
“You look amazing” he commented, reaching forward to give me a hug. I swatted his hands away – blushing profoundly. I didn’t like being the centre of attention – never had.
“Don’t mess up my hair” I joked. He laughed with me, shaking his head. I was quiet, but I spoke more when I got comfortable with people. With Jacob, I could be myself. He gave me a large smile, before a voice sounded to my left. It was our Alpha – we had a bus taking us to the Mating Ritual.
I instantly took a seat near the back, next to Jacob and we shared his IPod for the ride. When we arrived, our Alpha gave us a small speech about presenting ourselves. Our Alpha, Alpha Jones, was attractive – for an older man – and always walked with an air of authority.
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