Finding My Destined Mate

Alisha POV  

Exhaustion doesn't even begin to describe how I feel right now. This trip was one big emotional roller coaster from start to finish and I'm not even sure if it's really finished yet. I still have to deal with those liars who call themselves my grandparents if they ever show their faces again. I just hope that the pack in Barcelona has located them and locked them up already. I can't deal with this bullshit right now.

The only good thing I can say about them is they really helped me with my first shift and got me up to speed on this whole werewolf thing. But all thoseslies they told me about my biological parents was the worst and really twisted my emotions in to a hard ball of shit. What a fucked up family  my sperm donor has but learning I was the product of a rape was the most hurtful to me mentally. That made me feel really sick inside,like a diseased tumor forced to grow in that poor woman's womb.  How do I learn to accept that piece of knowledge , it just so bad a thing to overcome. I grew up feeling very  loved but still it cuts me deeply. The fact I look so much like him makes me cringe , it's makes me  wantt to color my hair and get colored contacts. How my biological mother could still say she loved me after all her trauma is so hard to believe. 

So many lies and half truths were exposed to the light , it's like a bad soap opera that never ends and there is some different twist coming out. I don't think I will ever really know the whole truth but a big part of me doesn't want to either. 

It still pisses me off that Mom and Dad didn't tell me before I left for Spain , at least let me in on the whole "your a werewolf" part. I'm no child and the truth would have been easier to handle coming from them first instead of those two parents of my sperm donor. Sure Katya's story was just too horrible to accept on her word alone and if she hadn't shown me the evidence of it I'd never would have believed her. But someone I trusted should have at least clued me in on part of the story .

 It was still hard to swallow but damn that man was one sick fucker, I hope he's rotting away in some jail or dead like he should have been a long time ago. I just glad I don't remember the short time I lived in his pack after my birth.

Kayla said I was taken away as a baby to protect me from him, he didn't want me then but apparently that situation changed. He would have killed me as an infant just because I was a female if he had gotten the chance. He deserves everything coming to him.

I chuckle to myself as I think about how she dealt with his abuse of her, I could so see someone doing that to a rapist. I wonder how sharp that knife was ,I'd have used a dull one and made him suffer longer. But cutting his balls off , that's gutsy . She's a lot stronger person than she looks and I have to admire her for that. She was a survivor that was for sure.

Betsi and I have decided to just refer to her as Aunt even though she is our biological mother, her sister raised us and she is the only mom I will ever have. They both agreed that would be the best way to handle that out of respect for our wishes.

I've been on that plane for over fourteen hours and it just sucks. First from Montana to New York and then New York to Barcelona, Spain. This last leg of my journey is a eight hour red eye, and I thought I would sleep most of the way. But between rehashing everything in my overworked brain to a small fussy baby on board, sleep wasn't happening . Jet lag and time change is killing me, I can't wait to get back to my apartment.

I've got a few days to rest up then before I leave to do my internship at a high end hotel in the seaside city of Callella. Hotel management is just a stepping stone for me , someday I'm going to be running my own chain of resorts. I'm going to be my own boss . But first I knew to learn the in's and out's of it , textbooks are great at the basics but hands on training is going to get me where I need to be.

Alpha Reynolds back in Montana  knows the pack that lives in that town and helped to arrange my internship there. Apparently he hasn't been there but says the hotel is very successful and I would benefit from the experience.

I never knew that I was being monitored in Barcelona by a pack living there until after my grandparents told me. Some of my friends were part of that pack and assigned to me this whole time. Part of me is pissed because I don't know if they are really my friends or just "protectors" . Now that  I understand the reason it's not as bad but still was a shock. The trip back home opened my eyes to the real threats that were there.

Trust is going to be hard to reestablish.

The seat belt light goes on, and the attendants are getting everything stored for the landing. Finally I see the airport as we come down closer to the ground. It's not long before the wheels are bumping on the runway and we taxi to our terminal. I can't hold back the groan of relief letting it escape my mouth in one long breath. We are finally here.

I supposed to go straight from the airport to the pack house and check in with the Alpha first. I hope he doesn't too expect much from me because I'm out of here in less than a week. But Dad said I had to do it as soon as I got here, so there's no way I can get out of it. I have the address written down, and I'm not surprised it's close to my apartment. My friends here from school helped me get it, I'd only met up with him at the college before.