Chapter Seven

The warm morning sun shun on Kendra’s face, waking her from her uneasy sleep. There were dark bags under her puffy, blood shot eyes. Her arm ached from where the IV was tugged last night, but at least it wasn't actively hurting, and it didn't seem like she had accidently caused any bleeding. Breathing a sigh of relief, she then rolled over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling, Her stomach was tied up in knots, because today was the day that she was going to meet the King, and he was going to annoyance if she was truly an Alpha or not. He was able to smell it on someone. Most higher ranked Lycans were able to, actually, but the King was able to do it without a shadow of a doubt, something that no other Lycan could boast about. Only the King was able to do that, and even then, not all Kings had been able to. Sometimes it skipped a generation or two.

"I'm scared," she whispered out loud, wishing that her wolf would speak to her. Everyone else had said that they did, so why didn't hers?

"Hey Princess," my mom said as she opened the door, making me sit up.

"Mama," she cried out, tears beginning to spill down her face. "Mama, I don't understand. What is going on?"

"Shush now. It's okay," her mother said in a soothing voice as she sat on the edge of her bed, patting her head. "It's okay, my love. Everything will be fine. As soon as the King smells you, he'll know that you shifted for the first time, and that means that you're an Alpha. It's hard to process, I know, but that's the only explanation. I always told you that you were special, didn't I?" she asked as she began stroking her hair. Kendra nodded. "Well, I was right. I just didn't know how right I was. My my, the first female Alpha being my daughter. Isn't that special?" she whispered as she pressed a kiss to her daughter's forehead. "You are a miracle, in so many ways, and I will love you no matter what."

Kendra sniffled, feeling a bit better after talking to her mother. She always knew how to make her feel better. "Thank you. It's just a little scary. I never thought that this was even a possibility."

"No one did," her mother agreed. "No one would assume that a female Alpha would even exist. You have all the love in the world from me and your father, but that doesn't mean that we are blind to the fact that this is astounding, and unprecedented. You will have to undergo a lot of training, and it won't be easy. It's going to be a long, hard and difficult process. I hate that you won't be able to experience the life that you wanted to, and have worked so hard for the last few years, but at least you have your wolf, right?"

Kendra hesitated, breaking eye contact with her mother as she felt tears prick her eyes. "You can hear your wolf, right?" her mother pressed, her voice becoming slightly tight, clearly trying to hide her panic.

"No," Kendra said in a barely there whisper, biting on on her lower lip. "I don't understand how I can't hear her if she's there. Isn't she just supposed to be a part of me?"

"Maybe you just hear her differently than others. It'll come," her mother assured her, though Kendra wasn't convinced by her mother's trembling voice.

Soon enough the doctor came in, ushering the new Alpha's mother out of the room. Soon enough, Kendra was discharged, told that she needed to hurry and get ready since the King would be there at around dusk. The idea of having to meet the King was still overwhelming, and in fact felt other wordly. Other people were making the preparations as Kendra was whisked back home to get ready. The only thing she was able to do by herself was shower. Everything else, including getting dressed, had at least her mother there beside her, helping her figure out what to do. Kendra knew that she should feel thankful, but she felt numb. She barely registered any of the help anyone was giving her, because her mind was clouded, and she was far away. It was like everything was happening to her a few seconds after they were happening to everyone else.

"There," her mother said as she helped her tie up her hair into an elaborate bun, showing off her slender neck.

"Why is my hair up?" Kendra mumbled, staring at the reflection in the mirror.

"You know that the King always requested this of unmated females. It's the easiest way find your mate," her mother said in almost a scolding tone.

That, for some reason Kendra couldn't explain, was ridiculously funny. She started giggling, then broke out into stomach tightening laughter that made her sides hurt. Really, the King? Her mother was acting like that was even a possibility, but Lycans had only ever been known to be fated mates with wolves if they were Alphas, or at least the children of Alphas, with far back reaching back grounds. Even now, even if Kendra really was an Alpha, her back ground was not nearly far reaching enough for her mother to even entertain the idea that she might be the King's mate.

"You don't really think that I'm the King's mate, do you?" she finally asked after she caught her breath, wiping under her eyes carefully so as not to smear the mascara.

Her mother huffed, looking away from her as she put away all the makeup and hair accessories. "All I said was that the King requested it because he hasn't found his mate."

"He requests it of females who have the possibility to be his mate, not just every unmated female he ever interacts with," she snorted, though she didn't roll her eyes, no matter how badly she wanted to, since her mother was eyeing her in a way that made her feel like a small child again.

"Just leave your hair up," she finally said in a short voice before she slammed the drawer shut.