The Alpha's Daughter

I stuff my clenched fists further into my sweater pockets, trying to hide my yawn from the other people in the board room. My dad has called a surprise meeting to announce something special to all the important people who work underneath him.

My father is Alpha James of the blue blood pack, the most powerful and feared pack in all of North America. So to say it shortly my dad is the best of the best when it comes to Being Alpha. He’s not the best when it comes to being a father, resenting his children, and ignoring his family to take care of the pack.

Always remember Zoey, the pack always comes first

His voice plays through in my head but I shove it away and sit up when my dad begins to speak.

“Thanks, everyone for leaving your shifts to be at this meeting today,” my dad says, addressing everyone.

I look around the table and everyone seems to be nodding along and listening intently, you don’t want to cross the Alpha there’s no telling what trouble you’d be in.

“So today I am here to address the future of my daughter Zoey,” my dad says, motioning towards me.

My eyes widen when all the focus is pointed to me, I end up sitting a little straighter and putting on a fake smile. Being the alpha’s daughter I need to be a role model and show that I’m professional and don’t slack off.

My dad’s words by the way not mine, I could care less.

“Because Zoey will be turning 18 soon, she needs to find a husband that cares for her and support her in the role she will take on...”

I gasp covering my mouth with the back of my hand, staring up at my dad in shock.

I need what! I don’t need a husband right now I’m only 17 soon to be 18 is he insane!

I swallow shoving my feelings down to the deepest parts of me and put on a blank stare.

“But the husband needs to be perfect for my daughter, so saying that we will be looking at all males that will take on the role of alpha in their packs and find the one that has the most potential and they will marry my daughter.” He finishes and everyone around the table including my mother seems to be smiling and nodding their heads in agreement with my dad.

I guess I’m the only one not agreeing and this whole thing is about me.

“So for the whole year, we will, try and find the husband for Zoey. And an announcement about this opportunity will be announced to all of North America, tomorrow declaring that the man picked, will marry my daughter.”

I try ignoring the anger flaring inside me, but I feel like it's radiating off me. This was way going way too far, dad knows my feelings about arranged marriages. I believe in soulmates the moon goddess gives us and I want to find mine, not some old pervert looking for sex.

“Okay everyone that wraps up this meeting, get back to your jobs and we’ll take about the planning at a later date” he closes his binder.

Everyone leaves quickly to get back to their shifts at the boarders.

My mom comes over and kisses my dad’s cheek and he smiles down at her. My dad was lucky enough to have his mate who was an alpha’s daughter and he married her but noooo I can’t have that same experience.

“So your just totally okay with this?” I say, my mother looks over concern evident in her eyes.

“Honey this is the best for my daughter, only the best will be able to marry my daughter not some omega from a shit pack the size of my thumb” he glares at me trying to put me in my place, but I was not going to obey today I was going to fight back.

“But that’s not what I want! I want my soulmate someone who will love me as much as I love them!” I yell, trying to hold back tears.

“But honey maybe you’ll find your mate this way? Maybe he’ll be a successful alpha’s son?” My mom says, calmly gazing into my hurt eyes.

I shake my head multiple times. “You can only hope, I just I would want a chance to find my mate” I plead, tears slipping from my eyes.

“I’m sorry sugar plum, that’s just not how it’s going this is going to go” my dad grabs his binder walking out of the room with my mom in tow.

I start sobbing, and eventually fall to the ground realizing I will never find the one who was made for me. I’ll never be able to have real love only some sick man who will only marry me for my status.

I lay crying in that room for hours and it never heals the hole in my heart grows bigger every second and I feel dead inside.

And I kept wondering if I’d ever find my mate.