Where do I begin....
My name is Aideen, first daughter born of the High Chief and Chieftess. High Chief Rhys and High Chieftess Fionn are known for their love of their people, and of each other. My father is stoic, features hardened by war. My mother is soft, caring, and very much the wife my father deserves. You can see the love in their smiles, and when they look at each other, their love is hard to hide.
My clan, Clan Adair, is easily the largest and safest clan to be a part of. Surrounding clans rarely have an issue with us, and we are left alone most of the time. Our clan is feared, not only for our size, or our warriors. Our clan has a secret, we're werewolves. Not that anyone knows that fact. They just know our warriors are strong, and we've never lost a war. The stories told are that no one is left alive, and our warriors are all that is left on the battlefield.
We haven't been to war in centuries, because stories get scarier the more they are told. Our warriors continue to train. Anyone who can fight, will train. Some of our fiercest warriors are female. My father was the first Chieftans to allow women to train, and to even fight. If you asked him why, it was because women deal with much worse things than war, like our male warriors.
Now, I have 3 older brothers, 2 younger brothers, and another surprise on the way. I think my mom kept trying so I'm not the only girl, but that's never happening.
In order, Gareth, 28, blond, blue eyed (you'll get used to these features) built like a wall. A wall meant to keep out dragons.
Thomas, 25, dirty blond, blue eyes, head of our tactical team. Broad shoulders, strong arms, built like a sequoia tree.
Jac, 22, ashy blond, icy blue eyes, smartest kid the world has ever seen, finished college by 16, and is now studying abroad to learn more. Lean, but tall. Faster than most fighters. He may not knock you out fast, but you will never land a hand on him.
The twins. Dylan and Elis. 13. Platinum Blond hair, piercing blue eyes. Troublemakers, and terribly smart. Growing like weeds, eating like starved dogs at every meal. Already taller than me by a couple inches. They have this bond that is unbreakable, and I take pity on the women who will break them up.
The surprise - or at least we hope it's just one, as the twins are enough. My parents apparently are still trying for a girl...
My mother, fair and perfect in every way. Blue green eyes, wavy blond hair that shines like gold. A smile that will bring joy to any person, and a left hook that will knock you out in one swing.
My father, wise and worn, brown curls that fall just passed his shoulders, hazel eyes that have seen too much, scars cover his large mass, still a beast in a fight.
So, about me... My eighteenth birthday is a few weeks away, and I'm not part of the matching set of brothers. If my parents weren't present at my birth, I'd think I was adopted. I stand at a whopping 5 foot tall, hair redder than the fires of hell, eyes greener than the clearest emerald, with flecks of gold throughout, and skin whiter than snow. The entire clan looks at me with disgrace, if they even bother to look at me at all.
My parents do their best to protect me from them, but every morning we all train together, and I can feel them stare, every day. The words they say behind my back, the looks, the scoffs, I feel it all. I've learned to stay home and keep myself company, as to avoid conflict. The beta's daughter, Nia, has become a dear friend, and at 19, still looking for her mate.
On your eighteenth birthday, you are given the connection to your wolven spirit. My parents say it's like finding the other half of you, that you didn't know was missing. The moon goddess bestows upon you power of the night, allowing you to shift into your wolf, communicate with the clan, and find your mate. Finding your mate isn't easy. It's not always in your clan, and if they're younger than you, you have to wait to find them. As wolves, we live longer than your average human, and by like 6 times. My father has been the leader of this clan for 244 years, and he doesn't look a year over 35. He didn't find my mother until 29 years ago. She was part of a different clan, and her pack was 14 hours away. She's only 178, being 85 years younger than my father, I'm sure they both thought that they would never find each other, but I am so happy they did.
Since I'm the daughter of the High Chief, my birthday is not your standard occasion. He's invited every Alpha and their clan to our tiny city of a pack house for my birthday coronation. I am not a party person, I'm not even a people person. I am a warrior, who wants to come home and read. Now, the biggest party of the century is being thrown for me, in hopes I find my mate, and probably because I'm the only daughter, as of now, my father is going all out.
All I want is to train, fight, and read. Is that too much to ask for?
My birthday isn't too far off now....I sat at my desk, daydreaming out my window. The wind blowing through the trees, ever so gently the leaves rustle. The sun dances on them, as they wave across the sky. Not a cloud to be seen. A knock at my door brings me back to reality. I’m forced to skip training so that my parents can bother me about every detail of my birthday party.“Yeah?”“Your highness, are you avai-” Hysterical laughing ensues “ OH MY GOD I almost made it through. Damn it El, you get 20 bucks.” Dylan is trying to catch his breath through his laughter.“I told you Dyl, you couldn’t do it, no ma
What could possibly go wrong...As I wandered to the training fields, my mind always goes back to the stares I get from the clan. I know I do not look like my kin. Aside from my father, all my brothers look just like our mother. But my red hair and green eyes do not look like any known living relative. For some reason, everyone thinks my parents had a witch make me for them, so they could finally have a daughter. I have been a generally attractive person. I mean, I'm not ugly. But to be accused as being created... it's upsetting, especially for my parents. My mother was just so happy to have me, that I don't think she actually noticed my red hair and green eyes until the next day. But dad noticed, he said it was the most beautiful thing he ever saw, my mother holding me. I try not to let it upset my brothers tha
Maybe it won't be so bad….I hop out of the shower and grab my towel. Walking over to the sink, I wipe the steam off the mirror. I dry off my legs and pat down the rest of me. I feel like I'm a freak most days. Pale white skin, I all but glow in the dark. Flame red hair, that no one else in my family has. Deep green eyes, that pop yet draw you in. Added to that my curvy yet slim figure, lean, but my boob and butt make up 90% of my weight. But for how short I am, the muscle I've built from training, I'll never be a thing girl. And I'm ok with that. But will my supposed mate? Will he like my body? He has to, right?I grab my underwear and jeans off the sink and start to get dressed. Sliding my jeans around my hips, I have to jump a little to get in them, damn skinny jeans. Throwing on my bra, I start to dry my hair. The curls, they are cute
The party is only a few days away….I could feel the warmth of his breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Every touch, sending sparks - no lightning - over my skin. His fingers running down between my breasts, over my stomach, along my hips and thighs. When he got to my knees, flattened his hand running his palm and fingertips up my inner thigh, stopping at my pelvic bone.His lips caressing my neck, up to my ear. His voice, deep but velvety, brought goosebumps to my skin. "Is that what you want?" His teeth, nipping at my ear lobe….I woke up from what felt like the perfect reality, surrounded by pillows, entwined in my blankets. I wanted to wake up next to….. someone.The sun was cresting over the wall of
After sitting through the most eventful dinner we've had in months, everyone was exhausted, and I think I fell asleep before I even hit the bed. I must have been truly tired, because when I woke up it was almost 10 am. I wasn't even upset I missed training, I know Nia wouldn't have been there, and being alone is my least favorite idea.While I slipped into my warm tub to try and bring some life to my body, I thought about my birthday, and subsequently my party, was tomorrow. Maybe my mystery dream visitor would be there to sweep me off my feet. His strong arms wrapping around my body, feeling the warmth of his touch, and his breath on my skin. I closed my eyes as my hand found the sensitive spot between my legs. My blood is already pulsing hard, rubbing a small circle on myself, the warmth of the bath, plus my thoughts of this man, who is always hiding his face, running his hands down my body. Imaging his hands in place of mine, taking dips inside while rubbing, soft but strong in