Mated by Mistake novel Chapter 2

15-year-old Rosalie Murdoch opened her eyes as the afternoon sun hit through the window of their car. She let out a groan and rubbed her eyes, the nap was not long enough. She checked her iPhone, it was 2:30 on a Saturday afternoon and they had been on the road for the last six hours. She sat up and stretched, her muscles were stiff from the awkward sleeping position.

"Where are we, Mom?"

"We'll reach in about 20 minutes. You need to wake up and fix yourself up, dear. Your hair is a total mess." Her mom smiled as she looked back at Rosalie. Amelia Murdoch was a stunning woman. She had angular facial features, long blonde hair that hung straight to the middle of her back, matching her pale complexion. At age 35, she had a body of a twenty-five-year-old. She did not look a day over twenty-five. Being a werewolf was a blessing for the skin.

"We'll be arriving there in a half hour or so." Amelia reminded her daughter.

They were returning from a much-needed vacation. Scott Murdoch, the newly promoted Beta of the Silver Moon Pack was an imposing figure even sitting behind the wheel. His six-foot five frame barely fitted in the driver's seat, and he was 240 pounds of solid muscle and bone. His light brown hair was kept in a flattop.

"Yes, Dad, we've been over it. We are going to attend the coronation of the new Alpha." Rosalie said.

She did not want to return so soon. But the ceremony was extremely important for the pack. The Alpha Sullivan had suddenly died, leaving 18-year-old Chris as the heir. Rosalie had a dreamy look while thinking of Chris, he was cute. All the girls of the pack had a crush on him. She wondered who his mate would be. Rosalie was just fifteen, it would take her three more years to find her mate. It was protocol for unmated sons and daughters of Alphas and Betas to be brought to all ceremonies. There were so few of them, and mating were especially important for their survival. Alpha Sullivan was a good man, but he was dying. He had blood cancer. Its rare among werewolves but sometimes it happened. Chris was being trained to takeover as an Alpha since he was fifteen.

“It’s sad that Alpha Sullivan died while we were away.” Amelia said dabbing her moist eyes.

“Yeah, but it was expected. That man was suffering. May Luna bless his soul.” Scott said a silent prayer.

For a 15-year-old Rosalie, funerals were a boring affair. She was looking forward to spending time with her best friend Melissa.

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Rosalie crouched low, her eyes locked on her 'prey', as she took a leap and lunged with her fingers spread open. Her best friend Melissa shrieked in shock as they rolled down the slope and fell into a pool of mud. They giggled, splashing mud at one another as if it were just an ordinary day at the estate. It was few hours before the ceremony. Since the girls were getting bored, they had decided to play.

"Oh, dear! mom's going to kill me," Rosalie lamented looking down at her ruined dress.

"Don't worry let us go to my places, you can borrow one of my dresses," Melissa offered.

They did not realise a pair of eyes had been looking at them from a distance.

"Who are they, Jasper?" 18-year-old Chris Reynolds asked curiously; his gaze followed the muddy, giggling girls walking away.

Jasper gave a scrutinizing look at the girls.

"That's Rosalie and Melissa, Rosalie is the daughter of Beta Scott and Melissa is George’s daughter. They are very mischievous girls, always up to something, " he answered shaking his head in disapproval.

"You won’t believe they broke the front lawn's fountain while they were, playing chase, those girls are a menace!"