Belinda gazed at the portrait of her father hanging from the wall of great alphas.
He was domineering in this picture, she thought, not like the man who liked chasing them around when she and her siblings were younger, not like the man who changed Colette’s, her youngest sister’s diaper. But, looking at this dark, intimidating alpha, with his eyes darkening – as if he is angry at the painter for wasting his time, it reminded Belinda of the man who ordered her to pack her belongings so she could meet with her betroth. An alpha.
She wants to scoff. She is an alpha. She doesn’t understand why her father has to ship her off to another pack just to strengthen their relationship. It was an absurd notion that only she seemed to think was absurd. I mean, I do know why he had to ship me off to another pack, she thought. She was born female. And in their world, females do not have a say in anything.
Of course, this painting was made after her father fought his father for the position, long before he met his mate, her mother. But his dominance and domineering beliefs has tainted her life, and in turn, her beliefs as well.
“Do you really have to go?” Mary asked, while tugging on her dress.
Belinda stared down at her younger sister. In her distraction, she hasn't noticed she had sneaked off of her room. “Yes, Mary. Father’s orders, remember?”
Mary pouted, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “But why? Why do you have to go? Can’t alpha go here?”
Belinda sighed and sat on her heels, her eyes leveled to her younger sister’s. “You know alphas’ can’t leave their pack.” She tried to explain. Like Mary, she is also frustrated and angry and sad. ‘Why do I have to go?!’ She remembered yelling to her father earlier that day.
“Because you are a daughter of an alpha! If you wished you were otherwise then you are welcome to leave the pack and live as rogue!”
“But you’re an alpha, too!” Mary’s lips trembled.
Belinda whimpered along with her sister. “Yes, but as a female, it is I that should go to my mate.”
At that, tears flew onto her rosy cheeks. “But I don’t want you to go!” Mary flew to her arms, her shoulders shaking as she sob heavily.
“Shh, shh…” Belinda kisses her head of dark curls as she shush her.
She can’t fault Mary for having a pure soul untainted by the unfairness of their world. She still doesn’t understand, it was endearing if their situation was not depressing. If it was up to Belinda, she would hide her siblings from where the pack's ideals won't have any effect on their growth.
She softly grabbed her sister’s head and looked at her tear-stricken eyes. “Sometimes, we don’t get what we want, and that’s okay!” she smiled, her eyes brimming with tears. “I’m only a call away, and I promise I will call as frequently as I can.” she chuckled, and kissed Mary’s forehead. “Help mother with Colette, okay?”
Mary timidly nodded, not genuinely liking her leaving. “Okay. I will make Dy change her diapers,” she giggled.
“Belinda!” their mother called out from downstairs.
Belinda stared at her sister, she stands and took her hand. “Want to send me off?”
Mary sniffed and muffled an ‘okay.’
The walk to the car was silent. And Belinda prayed to the Moon that her meeting would be a disaster, so she can leave the pack and get back home as soon as possible. But her wishful thinking is in vain though. Her betrothal to Alpha Joseph was written in blood, made before both of them was born by their grandfathers - two opposing alphas whose people only wants peace.
Conversation ceased when she and Mary were in sight. Her friends and family, minus her father, were there to see her off.
Her luggage was already beside the car that will take her to Alpha Joseph's pack.
She saw Wynona keeping herself from crying. Her heart is breaking, she won't be witnessing her sister's first shift.
Dylan has an angry look on his face as he approaches her. "I don't want you to go!" he demanded.
She smiled and ruffled his hair. ''We can't always get want we want, Dylan."
He suddenly burst into tears, prompting Mary to sob again beside her. He hugged her stomach. "I'll miss you, Bee."
"I'll miss you, too," Belinda kissed his forehead. She looked at Wynona, "and you."
Wynona looked away, her eyes shining.
Her eyes looked for her mother, she was holding her youngest sister to her breast. "Mother," she approached until they were a feet apart.
"Be good to your mate," she said and kissed her cheek.
After a few short words with her friends and another break down from Mary, she got into the car after her luggage was tucked in the trunk.
Her mother approached her for the last time. "Forgive you father, he just wants what's best for you."
I doubt it.
With that, the car starts and they drove off.