Welcome to Hell

Rita’s POV

If I had been mated to Alpha Hotstuff I would have been mated, marked, and Luna in like a week. I mean dude is amazing. But my wonderful twin sister has the control of a monk. It’s Almost time for our 20th birthday and chic is finally having her Luna Ceremony!

Because after fourteen months of suppressing and denial, Rebecca finally let Alpha Phillip have sex with her. Fourteen months?!? Every time we would talk she would say how she wasn’t ready.

The morning after I lost my virginity, I called her and she was stunned that I hadn’t waited to find my mate. When I told her how good it felt I hoped she would give in. Nope she held out almost another year. Seriously, does she just not have hormones?

Rebecca and I are almost identical. The only difference is I’m a redhead like my mother was, and she is brunette like our Father.

Our Father! Oh he is a piece of happiness. I get losing your mate is hard but taking it out on your three kids is cruel, okay. He wonders why I don’t come home more? Mirror, take a look pal, who wants to that scowl staring at them?

All he wants to do is twist my arm or guilt me into another round of Werewolf Speed Dating.

“I just don’t want to die and miss your Luna ceremony,” He always saids.

“What if I mate a Beta, Gamma, or an Omega?” I always answer.

“My daughters will be Luna’s and my son an Alpha. It’s written in the stars.” He saids looking all stary eyed at me. Like by dreaming it, it will come true.

We have a year until my brother is 18 and becomes Alpha. My brother has promised to give me permission to mate whomever without inference. A promise I can’t get from my father. Who promises nothing but inference unless he’s a Alpha.

While my sister has been tangling the goodies for 18months and my brother has been training to be Alpha, I have built a successful Graphic Design Business. We design for huge cooperations and small self starters. I work all over the world and with my inheritance, from my ridiculously rich mother (Rest in Peace), I have bought a private jet that has paid for itself 10times this year. The contracts I’m able to get because I can be basically anywhere in 24hrs have been incredible and profitable. So much so I now have a full time pilot, so I don’t have to fly myself. Nice to have a break.

I found a human that I like a lot. He is a college student, business major, at UCLA. He really seems to like me and is extremely good in bed. He talks about our future and his plans after school. They always include jet setting with me around the world.

My life away from Golden Gate has been amazing! So why am I driving to the airport to meet my father and brother and attend another Werewolf Speed Dating Event? Because this one is for my Sister. And despite our personality differences I would lay down my life for my sister. Or in this case, put my life on hold for a week.

“Finally, can you tell Dad how helpful this plane is?” George my brother begs as I walk out with my bags.

“Father having a private plane is most convenient,” I say handing my dress bag to the baggage guy.

“I’m sure but for what purpose do you require one son?” my father is cold and distant but extremely practical.

George didn’t have a good answer.

We all load up and buckle.

“Did you both carry on your tuxes? We have the formal greeting when we land. Beccs wanted me to remind you all that it’s important.”

“Yeah they are in the closet” George nodded at me. And made a face.

Shit! Vincent keeps clothes in there in case we get frisky on the plane and he has to change.

“Yes, I would appreciate if the humans belongings were not housed so closely to mine,” my father was doing his nasty face again.

“He has a name,” I say.

“Which doesn’t matter to me.” My father looks at me. “And when you find your mate he will not find it appealing either.”

“If the moon goddess wanted to mate me she will chose someone who wont care,”’ I glare at him until he rolls his eyes and goes back to reading.

I didn’t want to deal with anymore of his disapproval so I set my alarm for 1 hour before we land so I could change and refresh my hair and makeup, and I go to sleep.

When I hear my alarm I wake up to my father and brother in tuxedos. My father’s is tailored in the old styles very classic with a bow tie. My brother is more modern with a open collar and no tie.

“You both look nice,” I say.

My sister always likes me to wear black for formal events because it “looks so good with your hair.” And for her ceremony tomorrow I have a great black dress. But for tonight I chose a gold sweetheart neck line with a cape and hood. It’s tailored to accent my assets and hide my flaws. Not that werewolves have many body flaws. For me it’s my hips. They are so wide set. Humans call them birthing hips. I call them ass wideners.

I have my curly crazy red hair tamed under to hood. I chose minimum makeup since my skin is flawless and the sun of SoCal has kissed my cheek.

When I come back to sit down 10 mins before we land my brother raises his eyebrows and “wow” slips out. Even my father smiled.

“Thank you both, just bought this,” I sat down and buckled my belt.

“Little red golden hood,” my brother smiles. “Seriously, Red you look too good. I’m not sure you should be looking like that at Golden Moon. The Unmated Male Capital of the World.” My brother looks uneasy. “I don’t want to kill anyone but I will if they hurt you.”

“So sweet,” I say smiling.

“You do look beautiful my daughter. I just hope you attract the right sort of male tonight,” my father and his beliefs make me roll my eyes.

“The moon goddess knows best,” I say leaving no room for discussion, I put my earbuds back in so I don’t have to hear him.

The plane starts to land.

Welcome to hell.

Rebecca’s POV

“Phillip we have to get ready to greet everyone,” he is kissing my neck begging for round three. “Later I promise.”

“Now baby now, we have all these people coming I can’t be hard when they arrive it’s unseemly,” Phillip gowns.

“I can’t deny you, but how about in the shower so we can at least start to get ready. People are going to start arriving in about an hour.”

We move our love fest to the shower and at least get semi-clean.

I’m fully dressed and fixing my hair when I get a text from from my brother. It’s my twin looking like a 50’s movie vixen.

-Tell her I said “Damn hot”

Phillip sees the picture over my shoulder ands of course has to comment, “I thought she was dating someone. Is she trying to make every wolf want her?”

“She is dating, I don’t think she cares about if wolves want her, but she can’t help but be hot. It’s who we are.” I smirk.

“Well she is only second hottest in this house,” Phillip kisses my cheek. “I am meeting Chris and Mitch to line up our best warriors.”

“Ok babe you do you,” I smile curling another piece of my already curly hair.

My hair is a deep shiny brown, I have a heart shaped face, I don’t need makeup, and I have golden brown eyes. My twin and I are exact copies of each other and, according to our father, our mother. Only difference, Rita has rose red curly hair, and the legendary temper that goes with it.

Phillip’s POV

I pass Rebecca’s old room and I’m so glad it’s dark. It took me 14 months to get her into my room. No telling how many heat suppressants she took. Finally, four months ago she came to me. Her heat was starting in three days and she didn’t want to lose her virginity during her heat. I of course was all too happy to accommodate her request. Our first night she wanted to be in ‘her room’. Whatever, I would have taken her on the desk in another Alpha’s office at this point.

The last four months have been pure bliss. I’ll admit my Beta Chris and Gamma Mitch have taken on extra responsibilities so I can make up for lost time. Neither of them is mated, but they get it.

A shewolf in heat is insatiable, but I did try. I can’t wait for her next heat. Best 48 hrs every month.

“Alpha,” Mitch greets me.

“Who do we have?” I ask

“Garret will be next to me and down the stairs we have Jake, Regent, Mike, Kyle. On the other side Luna we have the females, Casey, Mary, Margret, Victoria.”

“Sounds good let’s get everyone lined up I think someone is coming in the gate.” As if she had a cue my perfect Luna glided out the door. Shining is a shiny dark blue dress with one shoulder. “Damn” I say.

“Come on man,” Chris hits my arm.

“You’ll understand one day.” I wink.

Chris is 23 like me and like 80% of the males here at Golden Moon he is unmated. I try to have other packs over as much as possible and we might gain one or two females but that’s it. Chris wants a mate and my hope is that when Rita gets out of her car they will connect. Rebecca has been trying to set them up since Rebecca arrived. So maybe tonight.

Several Alpha’s and their daughters and unmated females arrived this afternoon and would be joining the party. Rebecca and I greeted them personally and showed them to rooms. Our pack is famous for unmated males. We can only hope some females are added to the mix tonight. Those arriving in the this line were from all over Colorado and of course my mates family. Alexzander like to arrive last and to be made a big deal about it. Rebecca would do anything to please the old windbag. I didn’t particularly like him, but he is half of the reason I have Rebecca so, whatever.

Rita’s POV

We are in the limo line at Golden Moon. As the Luna’s family we are expected to arrive last and make an entrance. My father’s insistence on the matter makes me roll my eyes.

“The Beta here unmated and several young Alpha’s are here. So there is a good chance for you tonight.” My father comments looking out the window.

“The Gamma is also unmated,” I comment trying to antagonize him.

“Alpha or Strong Beta,” he said sternly.

“Whomever the moon goddess has chosen will work for me.”I say, I’ll reject him anyway, so I don’t care. I’m happy and I don’t want a mate to screw up my happiness.

George is trying not to laugh. He gets to mate whomever and dad won’t care, because the moon goddess will send the perfect Luna for Golden Gate.

We finally pull up to the packhouse.

It’s gorgeous Victorian Gothic design, 8 stories and the round towers I love so much. When I dream about my home I dream a smaller version of this house. We pull up between flaming torches and see Warriors lined up the stairs in Gold and Red formal uniforms.

“Hey you match them,” George said. “Between the dress and the hair.”

“Nice dipshit,” I say.

“Attempt to be a lady would you?” My father asks as he gets out of car.

“Fat chance,” George said getting out next. He turned to take my hand.

I take a deep breath and smell a faint scent of sweet honeysuckle. I become slightly aroused. Shaking it off I take George’s hand and come out of them car.

As I do a strong breeze comes from behind me and blows up the stairs.

My heart jumps when I hear a growl.