His Blind Mate ( #PFCC2K16 )

Prologue

My name is Emma Allen.

I am a werewolf... And My father is the Alpha of the Blood Rose pack.

I am 18 years old and I have never shifted into my wolf before...

They say that once a she-wolf finds her mate and once the mating process is complete, then and only then will a she-wolf be able to shift into her wolf and find her wolf. 

However, everyone has something to hide right?

Something that they aren't comfortable with.

An insecurity..

A flaw..

But sometimes that one difference just can't be overlooked..

I would know because it is the one thing that separates me from my pack and every other wolf.

You see, every little girl dreams of the day they find their mate.

The person that was made specifically for you. 

Your soulmate.

Your other half.

But I have never experienced that before...

All because of the one thing that makes me different and stick out like a defective wolf in a pack of strong, magnificent, bold wolves.

My father's pack is the best of the best.

The fiercest of the fierce.

But for the offspring of an Alpha and a Luna to be defective?

To be flawed and tainted with shame by the rest of the pack?

To be looked upon with pity and hushed tones of pity, disgust, and shame.

Nobody could ever love me. Especially when I am shamed by my pack.

A disgrace.

The unwanted one.

Time and time again my father has tried to find me a suitor. Each and every suitor has fallen for my looks and my "charm" but when they learn of my secret... They kick me to the curb.

They deny my hand and leave me to pick up the shattered pieces of my heart.

Every suitor was the same.

Charming looks.

A Strong build and wolf.

Good genes for producing an heir.

A strong pack to protect their Luna to be.

But every single one, has left me.

All because of the one thing that separates me apart from every other wolf in my pack ... besides the fact that I am the Alpha's daughter.

In reality I'm considered the runt.

The weak link.

My elder brother Emmett and sister Elaine love me for me.

They would speak to me in tones of positivity and would cheer me up and tell me everything  will be okay.

They can't help me..

No matter how hard they try to make me feel like I'm wanted and accepted in our pack.

Some things can and never will change.

But if maybe one person could love me for me... Maybe everyone else would too. If they could look past the luggage I carry.. It would make all the difference.

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Love,
Winter.