I wasn't accustomed to following orders and commands. My uncle never really commanded me, nor my parents. I'd like to believe I was a good daughter and niece, well until they told me I was to be married to the Knight Alpha.

Marriage. That's what they called it. Never Mated. And I knew why. They considered mates sacred, and what they doing was not sacred, in fact it was direct blasphemy. And what I was supposed to do with a man that had a mate and was unmated was a sin and the most heinous thing that could be committed in the society of wolf phasers. They knew that our mates out there would suffer. The mate bond was stronger than anything forced. Besides that, the reason that I was being practically traded was why they didn't call it mating.

Granted that if they had told me maybe I would've have behaved so immorally, and just maybe I would not have drowned in a vat of my pity and depression. You could only do so much to save a person from drowning and if they did, there was only so much good revival could do. Reviving a person was beneficial to everyone, only if the person didn't want to die. It came with the consequences of broken ribs and broken hearts.

When they told me I would've been tributed at the age of twenty, I really lost it. I realized there was only so much time I had left since they chose to tell me at an age they thought that I was mature enough to handle. It doesn't really matter how mature you are, when you're told you're going to be literally given away to the enemy clan, you can only think and do the worst in the situation. The pack was extremely worried for me, and the way I was behaving.

Apart from that, the commands and directions were limited before that and even after they were minor because they believed That i was at least entitled to that. I later realized that they weren't in the wrong, and I slowly accepted my fate. I refused to believe they played apart in this. I had Soren blood in me, a lot of this in fact. This meant strength since Sorens were a part of the Originals. I could only assume that the Knights, who were Originals also, we're greedy.

Commands on me would almost be useless if the Alpha command didn't come from the pack I was integrated into through blood. Commands would be nothing more than wishes that I would choose to follow to avoid consequences. My uncontrollable complimentary attitude and behavior were proving this to be quite a difficult task.

As I trailed behind, it was obvious that he was brooding about this arrangement, with hands clasped at the back. I felt like an inferior as I followed behind, even though I was, I wasn't happy about it. I wasn't treated like this in my pack. After the Alpha, it was my mother, and then me in the ranks at my pack. We were blooded Sorens. I stayed silent about this arrangement nevertheless.

"What is your name again?" He said with a flat voice.

"Amelia," I replied with a clipped tone.

That was the end of the conversation. I was still untrustworthy in their eyes, so I wasn't allowed to flash. Thought it would be much quicker and beneficial to everyone. He kept walking in the direction to the house. I soon realize that we were deviating from the path of the beautiful house I stayed at. I couldn't resist but to question things. It was in my nature to be alert and curious, so I could know how to control a situation. It was something that I realised too late would get me in trouble.

"Where are we going?" I asked in a curious tone that was inappropriate for this whole situation. Like a child who was going to the wolf grounds and was asking if they were almost there. I refused to admit it sounded like muted excitement.

He slowed slightly, "To my house, I thought I made that obvious in the clearing," his voice was flat.

"Isn't the house that way?" I asked pointing to the left of me.

I began to grow anxious. Did he deviated from the path on purpose? Was he going to kill me? I don't think he would do that. Sorens could feel when a member was loss. They'd know and wage war. But he could kill me and say I ran away and a savager killed me. It was believable that I'd run away. My family knew I wouldn't do that. I made multiple promises to them that I intended to keep while I was here. Maybe they thought I backed out and ran away. He could even hire a savager. It sounded too believable and with his entire pack to back him up, he'd most likely, probably, undoubtedly get away it. In the span of forty seconds I had managed to concoct a reason to why he had deviated from the path and to believe that I had unraveled and decoded his master plan. He had been silent.

"Wher-Where are you taking me?" My trembling voice broke the silence.

I couldn't see his expression, but he was silent whilst I decoded his scheme to kill me. His sudden voice startled me.

"That was the entrance home for when the Alpha returns and wishes...," he explained to me before stopping short.

"Wishes to?" I urged him on, my curiosity getting the best of me.

"If he wishes to rest, or welcome other guests and diplomats who may be tired and may want to rest. My house is further in the pack. I'd like to believe that you're competent enough to at least guess why. Regardless I don't need to explain myself to you" He snapped, gritting out the last part.

The disrespect and the unnecessary viciousness made my blood acidic. I understood I was an outsider but the level of hostility was simply ridiculous. How can you expect respect if you give none in return. This pack seemed like it was out to give me the absolute worst impression of them self and make me hate them more. It was that or they were truly this horrible. But my instincts told me they just wanted me to go through hell. Simple questions didn't need to be answered with malice.

I stiffed my muscles for what felt like the hundredth time to release some of my anger. I stomped slightly, it was uncontrollable. They'd confirm that they weren't going to kill me, but I could feel it in my gut that they had some ulterior motive for me. I decided to stay silent, but there's only so much hits a window can take before it shatters. They'd think I was a pushover and they could do anything to me. They'd learn soon. We had now transitioned from the grassy terrain onto a smooth asphalt road.

I looked up from the ground and unclenched my teeth as I stared at the magnificent building in front of me. As we entered into the driveway,  a blue walled gate came into view, the entrance gates opened automatically. A modern mansion, paneled with royal blue, the national colour. The glass that paneled part of the walls were silvery, to prevent revealing what was inside. There was a flagpole at the entrance of the house, right by the gates we had entered. It flew a royal blue flag that had the Knight's yellow insignia of a wolf on his hind legs snarling. It was begrudgingly beautiful.

I felt his gaze switch to me to gauge my reaction, but my amazement was as plain as day. I didn't bother to look at him.

"I take it that you like it. I almost forgot the Sorens don't have such luxuries in their community," he sneered, mocking my family.

"I almost forgot that the Knights were ignorant. My family has now regained their title as one of the wealthiest families worldwide. We just don't squander it on ourselves," I sneered back with the same mocking and disgusted tone, throwing his words back at him.

He had taken it too far, I was loyal to my family as much as the Moon was to this earth. There was only so much I could take, I wouldn't allow him to soil my family's name when it was his father who had demanded me to be brought here and had disrespected the moon mates. It wasn't right to throw stones if your house was made of glass. Literally. It was hypocritical.

He looked taken back by my response that was insulting himself and his family. Angry at the audacity that I had to talk about his people that way. I'm sure he didn't appreciate my smart mouth but he deserved it. He growled under his breath before stopping, turning around and staring at me with deathly cold eyes. He won't kill me, I reminded myself.

"What right do you think you have to disrespect my family and their name?" He questioned me in a low rumbling voice.

I narrowed my eyes at the audacity he had to let those words exit him. The most hypocritical thing I'd ever heard anyone every say.

"And what right do you think that you have to disrespect my family and their name? Let's try to remember the purpose I'm here for," I maintained.

"And what exactly-" he began icily before he was interrupted by someone who was growling loudly in hostility. I'll remember this conversation and I'll remember to continue it after he done dealing whatever problem the savage was growling at.

Before I could see the culprit behind the snarls, I was tackled to the ground by a muscled man throwing himself on me and wrestling my still and surprised figure, snaking his hand around my neck and putting pressure, effectively choking me. I figured out what he was growling at. Me.