Chapter 53 Bewitched Heart For the Alpha
When I was younger, I convinced myself that I would never have a Mate. Maybe it was for ridiculous
reasons like, my face is full of pimples, or my legs are too fat, or my hair is dry and not as soft and
shiny as hers. In my young mind, I believed no guy would want me because at the time I didn''t possess
such traits. It is a stupid thing to believe—that I am too ugly for a Mate—but the thought grasped onto
me for years. The thought brought me to tears while I sat in my bathtub, only in the tub so no one could
hear me. All in all, I was depressed.
Me, a sixteen-year-old werewolf at the time, was depressed because of my physical appearance. I
mean, werewolves are supposed to be beautiful right? wless skin, vibrant hair, lushes lips, soothing
voice, perfect body, a list of traits that surrounded me, yet traits I didn''t have. All of the girls my age
were beautiful, and I was the ugly duckling.
"Don''t worry, you''ll grow into your ears," my mother would tell me, pushing my dull, knotted brown hair
over them.
"Don''t worry, I''m sure your breasts wille, you''re just ate bloomer," she''d say.
"Your feet aren''t too small."
"Your face will clear up."
"Having brown eyes is lovely, people want brown eyes like yours, Rae."
I''d stare up at her and think about all the lies she''s told me. Will I really grow into my ears? No. They''ll
always be a little too big, and they still are three yearster.
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My mother was a beautiful woman, and a beautiful wolf too. She looked more like one of the other girl''s
mothers than mine. She could have been an Alphas Mate, that''s how perfect she was. Only the most
beautiful girls are mated with an Alpha. Sadly—in my theory—I wouldn''t get a Mate at all.
At first, the thought made me depressed, but as the years went by, it made me feel free. As the other
girls prepared for gatherings—ones where packs would get together in search of their Mate—I would sit
at home and argue with my mother.
"I don''t have a mate, mom!"
She''d cross her arms. "That''s ridiculous, Rae."
"It''s not. I can feel it. I don''t have a mate; it doesn''t matter if I go. It''ll be a waste of time."
"Stop that. Now get on the dress and let''s get going. You''re going to bete!"
That year I actually attended one. I wore a purple dress and sat in the corner all night while four girls
my age found their mates. One was a Beta. A Beta! It was understandable; she was a pretty girl.
I sat in the corner, ying judge, judging everyone and their mates, their dancing, their dresses. Sure, I
found it easier to ept that I''d never find a Mate, but part of me was still jealous.
This year, my fourth year of the gatherings, I n on not attending again. I''ve only been once, when I
was seventeen, so I''d like to spare myself from that pain. My mother doesn''t seem to mind after that
one time. Maybe she has begun to believe my theory too.
There is a knock on my bedroom door, and I call my mother in. She''s carrying a folded piece of golden
cloth, and I already know what it is. A dress. "We''ve been through this before," I mutter and look away
from her, back down at my book as Iy sprawled out on my bed.
"Rae, I really think you should go this year. You didn''tst year, so maybe—"
I shut my book and tiredly peer up. "Mom. I know you want me to go, but there''s no point. I have no
mate," I repeat what I have said the years before.
"Everyone has a mate."
"That''s impossible. What if there''s one more girl werewolf than there are guys? What if I''m that one?"
My mother drops the dress on my bed. "You''re not that one. My daughter has a Mate. Now I''ve let you
your age are excited by parties and the idea of mates. So put on the dress and be downstairs in twenty
minutes before I call a guard and have them drag you out."
I sit up swiftly. "A guard can''t do that!"
She begins to walk out the door. "They will now!" Then she shuts it behind her.
I groan and flop back down. I have the urge to yell back, I don''t have a mate, but instead, I whine and
dramatically put on the damn dress. It''s gold and silky and girly, and something one of the pretty girls
would wear. A girl like me should not wear this dress as the bust area clearly requires more bust. How
embarrassing. Now everyone at the gathering will know that Rae East has small breasts, not that they
couldn''t have figured it out.
When I saunter downstairs, my mother hurries me out the door after handing me a pair of her shorter
high heels. I take them with a look of disgust.
"It''s at the usual ce, so don''t try and lie saying you got lost or couldn''t find it," my mother calls as I
wander away from the house, then she shuts the door, likely locking me out.
Here I am, walking to the gathering when I expected to be reading for the entire night until I pass out
and drool onto the pages. My normal Saturday nights in the pack. It''s nothing exciting like sneaking off
packnd or secretly meeting up with a guy who is not my mate, stuff the other girls do. Half of them
have lost their virginity long ways back, dropped it in the woods against a tree or something.
These thoughts make me less jealous of them.
I follow the path and wobble a few times, stumbling on a rock. Social interaction is not my specialty, so
when I hear voicesing at me, I rush into the trees and hide. With my chest rising and falling
quickly, I peek out to watch.
Arge group of men appear in the distance, and as they walk closer, I notice one to be my Alpha. My
heart clenches at the sight of him. I have met the Alpha once before, and I was awkward as usual. He
probably wouldn''t remember me if he saw me. Alphas are busy I suppose, they meet a lot of people,
and it must be impossible to remember such an insignificant face as mine.