The Chosen Mate

It's unnerving how the girl Katia stands there staring at nothing. Since her mother announced that she was my chosen mate, she has just stood there. There is absolutely no reaction, not even a flash of emotion on her face. Her mother pulls her off the last step, and she does not react. The mother leans down, saying something in her ear, and I take the time to study her.

Little Katia will be one hell of a beauty when she is older. With that dark black hair, porcelain skin, natural pink bow lips, and those big dark black/purple eyes, she's a cute little thing now.

She is going to be mine. Mine to train the way I want. I can't wait to start her training, and although I will have to wait until her womanhood comes on to mate with her, there are other training I can begin right away. I feel the stirring in my jeans and have to resist the urge to adjust myself.

"Katia," I said. "Come here." She continued to stand staring until her mother gave her a shove. Katia moves forward, stopping right before me and staring but not seeing. "Katia, look at me," she moves her eyes to stare me in the eyes, but she somehow has mastered looking without actually seeing. It is infuriating, and I believe she knows it. I think she does because she can still control it in her young life. Not for much longer; I'll break her from that and anything else she uses to keep control over life.

"Katia, today is your birthday, so after you gather your things, how about we stop for a birthday dinner with cake and ice cream on our way home?" I asked. Nothing. She hadn't even blinked. What a strange child.

Looking at her parents' inquiry, her father stated she hadn't spoken in two years. Two years ago, she tried to run away and was almost beaten to death for it. They didn't know if there was some damage to her brain or if she was doing it on purpose. No damage can be found in her throat.

Ahhh! This is another way for little Katia to maintain some control. Once I get her home to my pack, we will see how long she lasts.

I turn to tell her to gather what she wants to take with her. As she goes up the steps, I call her "Katia." She turns and stares in my direction. "You have 15 minutes to collect your things." She stands there until I tell her to go. She spins and runs up the stairs.

Mrs. Lane asks, "Can I get you something to drink while you wait for Katia?" I shake my head, indicating that I am fine and need nothing. I say, "We need to get going as soon as she returns."

"Fine, fine, we completely understand your hurry. We can expect the agreed upon compensation for the hand of our only daughter to be in our account within 24 hours?" beta Delvin asks. I removed my phone, pulled up the app, and hit several buttons, "Done! Once we leave, I never want to see you two again. The girl is mine to do as I please with. She will never return here because if she does not learn what I expect and obey, she will join my first Luna." I informed both. "Like we care. She's your problem now. The little runt is a waste of space," her father says. Her mother shows no emotion one way or another.

A few minutes later, I heard her little feet on the stairs. Although she had been standing at the top of the stairs listening to most of the conversation her parents and I had. My wolf could hear the shallow breaths she took. It was almost like she was a ghost, but you could see her. I will enjoy breaking this girl’s spirit because she has the strength to be that little ghost, regardless of what she shows those around her.

She hit the bottom of the stairs, holding what looked like rags and a black stuffy wolf. "Ready, little ghost?" I asked, and of course, there was no answer or movement. "Say goodbye to your parents, Katia," I instructed her. She turned and walked out the door. I said a few parting words to her parents and followed.

When I arrive outside, Little Ghost stands beside my beta, not moving or responding to him. "Alpha," he says. "Our little Luna showed up without you, and I wasn't sure what to do. I was about to mind link you when you stepped out of the house."

"Mark, put your Luna in the back seat, and let's go get something to eat," I told my beta.

I relax in the passenger seat, thinking about my new Luna. I am sure something about her is otherworldly, but I don't understand what. It doesn't matter; she will be what I want her to be and who I want her to be. If not well, then she will indeed be a ghost.

Katia is about to discover the beast I genuinely am.