SUMMER'S POV
I hate my hair. I hate my eye color. I hate everything about me. Why was I putting myself through this? Even if I did find my mate tonight, he would probably take one look at me and reject me. That's all I need, isn't it? To be publicly humiliated like that. My Alpha father would be so proud of me then, wouldn't he? I know that he just wants to hurry up and marry me off so that I would be out of the way and my older brother could take over as Alpha, finally. I don't know why he's waiting until I'm out of the house to pass the reins down. He just was. My father did a lot of things that didn't make a whole lot of sense to other people, except himself.
I didn't know why I was really putting myself through this. What if I was mated to someone that was a complete loser or someone that was a total prick? What was I going to do then?
"Summer." My mother sang out knocking on my bedroom door.
"Yeah." I sang out and she opened the door and walked inside. She stopped as soon as she saw me standing in front of the vanity and held her hand over her mouth when she looked at me wearing the white off the shoulder floor length sparkling gown with a little train at the back of it and my brown hair done up with a few curly strands hanging down around my face.
"You look so beautiful." She says slowly walking closer to me.
"No. I don't." I say applying a little more makeup. I was trying to fix everything that was wrong with my face but my mother stopped me by grabbing my hands.
"You don't need any more makeup. You look gorgeous. Believe me."
"Do I really need to go to this mating ball?"
"It's a right of passage. Everyone goes when they are 18. And your brother will be there."
"Yeah. Only because he can't find his mate." I say. My brother Ryker was 22 years old and still goes to these mating balls every year, hoping that his mate will be there. He hasn't had much luck.
My mother was keeping an eye on the time and for the first time ever I wished the clock would just stop. Instead of it going faster, I want it to stop completely so I don’t have to go.
But I was never that lucky and my mother quickly ushered me out of the room into the long hallway and I needed to take my time because I never wore high heels. They were already torturing me.
We had to go down three flights of stairs in those heels and when we got to the bottom of the stairs my father, who always had to look his best, dressed in an expensive suit with his greying hair combed back, was fixing my brother Ryker’s tie.
“You look absolutely handsome. No girl will be able to keep their hands off of you tonight.” My father boasted.
“I don’t know about that. I haven’t had much luck in the past.” Ryker says. And my mother cleared her throat to let them know that we were here.
“Really? That’s what you’re wearing?” My father sighed.
“What’s wrong with it?” I asked.
“White has never been your colour. I told you that. Why do you do this? Are you trying to embarrass me? After tonight, everyone is going to know that you are my daughter. And I am the one that is going to hear about how you turned up looking so shabby to a mating ball.” My father yelled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know what the hell I am going to do with you.” He said, shaking his head.
“What are you talking about Dad? I think she looks absolutely beautiful.” Ryker says.
“She looks like a tramp.” Dad snapped.
“How can you say that about your own daughter? She looks gorgeous. Any man would be lucky to have her.” My mother chimed in.
“What’s with the hair? Why do you have those straggly bits around your face?” My father asked, flicking them out of my face and I pushed his hand away.
“It’s a look dad. It shapes my face.” I retorted.