Letting my parents know

Samantha's POV:

Genelia came over for a sleepover and together we watched movies. The night is so much fun. I rather sit around in pajamas all day than go to the ball and be with my mate. As bad as that sounds, nothing beats Genelia. We finish watching The DUFF and move on to the next movie.

"Cher is my spirit animal!" I joke. Ginny shakes her head. "I prefer Dionne." Genelia admits. I drop my jaw. "Well, Dionne is really pretty. But! Cher is really pretty too." I argue with no point.

Genelia sleeps over but leaves before I wake up so that her parents don't get mad. This is my last day ever in my room. I packed up all my stuff a week before the ball. All I have left to do is get ready.

For the last day we get our on private limos. But four hours before that, we get our bags taken away and delivered to our mate's pack. Tradition is that the girl leaves with the boy. And I'm not happy because a certain someone left out key information.

"I need to talk to you." Genelia says during the last scene of The Last Song. "What is it?" I ask, starting to worry. "It's about my mate." She starts. "What about him?" I grow impatient. "His pack... um, uh, his pack is from Montana." She spits out. I couldn't respond.

"And-And I know we had this plan where our mates would magically be from the same pack. But you know." She continues. 

"Genelia?" I whisper. "Yeah, Sammie?" Genelia used my childhood nickname. "Will I ever see you again?" I question. Ginny had tears welling up in her eyes. And she starts to shake her head. "No." She answers. Tears start to fly out of my eyes when I hear this. "I'm gonna miss you." I cry.

"I don't want you to." Ginny says. "But we both know that I am." I laugh a bit. "I love you Sammie." Ginny whispers. "I love you too Ginny."

Thinking back on the moment brought back all the sad feelings I never wanted to feel. I tug at the necklace she got for me on my 14th year. "Sam?" I hear my father's voice. "Hey daddy." I smile. "You don't have to go." He says. "I do-" He cuts me off. "I don't want you to be mates with that monster! You deserve better!" My father yells. "Daddy-" He cuts me off again. "I'm just going to miss you, pumpkin." He pulls me in for a hug.

I start getting ready and you know the drill. But this day seems to be a drag. I'm happier when I can dream about having a good mate. But if I spend forever dreaming I'll never know. 

My parents hold a 'Third Day Photoshoot' for me. I get to model my dress and this one is my favorite out of all of them. It's more me. It's soft and innocent. I feel more confident wearing this.

I get into the limo and the driver starts to play all of these love songs from the early 2000s. I feel a sense of euphoria wash over me. But it's gone as fast as it comes.

I just realized I'll never see my parents again. It is like I'm an orphan now. "Excuse me?" I try to get the driver's attention. "Yes, Madam Wright?" The driver says. "Uh, it's Samantha. But will I ever see my parents again?" I question. The driver is silent. Silence kills. And so does the answer.

"Miss Wright? Alpha Hughes is waiting for you in the west wing." A young girl tells me. She guides me to a dark room. I receive a tight feeling in my stomach and ominous. "He's in there." Then she runs off before I could thank her.

"Wait-" I am cut off by a voice that doesn't belong to my mate. "Sweet, sweet Samantha," The voice soothes, "You've always been dependent haven't you?" I don't know who this person is.

The man grabs my waist and I whimper. "Is it true you're the mate of an inimical." The voice says again. "Who... who are you?" I wonder.

"You'll find out soon enough, but until then, stay beautiful, love." Then the man disappears leaving me dumbfounded. Who is he? How does he know me? Should I tell Alpha Hughes? "Samantha? What are you doing in here? Come on." Ginny grabs me and pulls me to the ball.

Once I could get a good look at Genelia I notice how classic she looks. "Genelia, you look spectacular." I awe. "You look grand yourself." She twirls me around. I laugh and then sigh. "We should probably go to our seats." I offer. Genelia whispers a 'yeah' and we walk to our seats two tables away from each other. 

"Welcome to the last day of the Mating Ball!" Lady Beatrice announces. The crowd erupts into the applause and soon enough I join in too. "As you all know, you'll be leaving with your mate today. Girls, your bags have already been delivered..." I start to tune Lady Beatrice out and my eyes divert to Alpha Hughes. He's already looking at me.

I blush a little and look back up to Lady Beatrice who is explaining something.

When we're able to get up, I quickly aim to find Alpha Hughes and tell him about the man. Then I hear whispers in my ear from an unfamiliar voice.

But does he even care?

What's he going to about it?

You're all alone on this one, Samantha.

The voice is quiet and raspy. It's not at all like the man from the west wing earlier today. But why did the girl tell me he's Alpha Hughes? He looks nothing like him. Not that I saw his face, but his silhouette, is nothing like Alpha Hughes's.

When I do find Alpha Hughes he's on a phone call and I start to listen carefully to his call.

"What do you mean he's free?"

"Who let him go?"

"He escaped?"

"When I get back there you better pray for your life-Samantha?"

"I'm not calling you Samantha. Hang up Dean!"

Alpha Hughes gives me all of his attention. "I'm-I'm sorry for listening to your c-conversation, I was j-just looking for you." I quickly apologize. "Apology accepted. Next time tell me if you're here." Alpha Hughes instructs.

I vigorously nod and we start to walk back to the ball. I could feel eyes on me, I turn around to see if it was Alpha Hughes but it isn't. Someone's watching me.

I soon start to worry if I should tell Alpha Hughes. I mean what if I don't tell him and the man gets me. Or, what if I do tell him and he doesn't care. What if he has enough to deal with already and my problems are just too small? Okay, I won't tell him. But I still felt like I should.