Jessica’s position.
I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, rotating slightly to have a clear view of my dress.
The sundress, crafted by my mother, was uncomplicated, and my auburn hair was arranged in a tidy ponytail. I was wearing a new pair of sandals that my mother purchased from the local market.
I smiled, believing I was attractive. The knot in my stomach indicated my anxiety. This day was the most significant of my life, yet my worry was overwhelming me.
Today, I anticipate meeting my destined companion. A celebration is occurring today among our pack. Alphas from various packs were invited to the gathering.
The mating ball is an annual event where unmated werewolf Alphas have the opportunity to encounter their mates.
My name is Jessica Joez. I was born into a family of werewolves. I reside with my folks in the pack. My father holds the position of Beta in the Yellow Moon Pack. I am the sole daughter of my parents. Despite being the Beta’s daughter, I was subjected to bullying by the pack members due to my lack of a wolf. I am not a prospective female beta; I am only an awkward girl lacking a wolf, and I have received considerable criticism for it.
I possess no pals. No one want companionship with a frail, awkward girl such as myself. I got abundant affection from my mother. My father has never truly favoured me, as he perceives me as a shame. He detests me for being a werewolf devoid of a wolf. He required a robust daughter to succeed him as the Pack’s Beta when he becomes too old to fulfil the role. I was not the daughter he envisioned, and he consistently demonstrates his disappointment in me.
Since my early teenage years, I had yearned solely to encounter my partner. I harboured the optimistic belief that he could induce my wolf’s flourishing upon marking me. The potential of our mate link may evoke my wolf side, and although there was no assurance of this, I clung to the notion.
My mother has consistently instructed me regarding my partner. A partner who will adore and value me. A companion who will embrace me for my true self. A companion who would not experience disappointment, but would embrace my imperfections with compassion. I have endured sufficient criticism and bullying for a lifetime. I seek a partner who will offer me pure, unblemished affection.
I have consistently had the belief that my partner will cherish and safeguard me, and I am confident that the Moon Goddess is benevolent and will fulfil my deepest desire.
I am 16 years old, and I hope to find my partner today at the celebration. Each wolf in the pack is preparing for the grand celebration.
Sufficient food and beverages were being prepared. The female wolves were adorning themselves in their most exquisite gowns and applying their cosmetics. I lacked an elaborate outfit or cosmetics, however my sundress sufficed for my needs. This evening, my sole desire is to encounter my fated partner.
“Jessica,” my mother rapped on my door. “Are you present?”
“Yes, Mother, I am coming,” I hurried to the door, unlocked it, and saw my mother already dressed.”
“Jessica, what are you doing? Why have you not come downstairs yet?” she enquired.
“I will descend shortly; I must still attend to my hair,” I stated hurriedly, experiencing a resurgence of anxiety.
She observed the unease on my countenance and cradled my face with her palms.
“Jessica, what is troubling you? Are you unwell?”
“No, Mother, I am well, merely –” I hesitated. How would I communicate to her that I was experiencing fear?
“Are you not pleased that you will finally meet your mate today?” she enquired further.
“Indeed, I am, Mother. I am the most content girl on earth. I aspire for the moon goddess to bestow upon me a mate. I hope to encounter my mate today, Mother,” I stated, feigning a grin.
“Certainly, you will, dear. I am confident you will encounter your destined partner who will love and cherish you,” she stated.
Her emphatic declaration dispelled my uncertainties. My renewed confidence was entirely attributable to her.
“Thank you, Mother,” I said with a smile, embracing her briefly.
“No issues, dear. Please complete your tasks promptly. You wouldn’t want to miss the celebration. I will await you downstairs. Do not delay excessively, understood?”
“I closed the door and quickly returned to my full-length mirror.” I inhaled deeply, preparing myself for the evening ahead.
It is acceptable, Jessica. You will be well. I was engaging in self-motivation. I engage in that behaviour anytime I experience anxiety and fear.
“Jessica,” I heard Mother summon me once more.
“Coming!” I executed one final swift twirl and hurried downstairs to see my mother.
“You appear stunning, dear,” Mother remarked as I descended the stairs.
