It started with a lie.

Chapter 2

Robynne POV

"Robby, are you up? You are leaving in a few hours." Mum shouted from downstairs, her voice urgent. My brothers are most likely already out, doing training. I had today off from training, and Dad said I might only get to shift and train on weekends.

My name is Robynne, but my friends call me Robby or Rob. I am seventeen, and not looking forward to being eighteen in a few months. If I find my mate, my life as I know it will change, and I will become his toy, his plaything, his puppy dog, following him around to try and please him. That was what had been happening to my friends who had already turned eighteen; it took nearly a month for my best friend to see me again. When she was around, it was my mate this, or my mate that, or just not being there at all. The obsession was both frustrating and scary to think I would obsess over my mate like that. It seems I will lose myself, my identity, and the person I aspire to be.

"Yes, mum, just got out of the shower," I call back to her, trying to sound happier than I feel, as I am leaving here today. But I'm unhappy that this was forced on me.

Dad said going to Dyson Enterprises will expand my horizons, and with all the alpha's that will pass my desk, I might find my mate. Even my parents are obsessed with me finding my mate.

I have four brothers, two older and two younger. Neither of my older brothers has found their mate, yet it was I that mother kept on about, finding a mate.

Are they that eager for me to leave the pack?

Just because girls have to join the male pack doesn't mean mine wasn't in ours. Did it?

Mum said I was too powerful to be anything less than a luna, which meant my mate wasn't in this pack. I have my doubts. Why not the nice future beta, or the head warrior? I would be happy to be either of their mates. They are good friends. Just because I can beat most of the men in training, and the alpha order had never worked on me, didn't mean I was to be luna. I have good, strong alpha blood, that was why I am so strong, and orders don't work.

But then why does the alpha order work on my brothers? I am a strange girl with an almost perfect memory. I completed high school by the age of twelve, alongside my older brother. I was then forced to continue with school for the social aspect, and the teachers gave me college courses to complete. I can speak fourteen languages, including sign language, and can tap into other people's mind links when they talk to each other, if I want to. I can speak to them, even when not in my pack, and listen in when they talk about me, thinking I won't hear it. I learned at an early age that not everyone is as they seem, saying nice things but acting differently behind the scenes.

I finish getting ready to leave, feeling a little nostalgic about my room, and missing it already. I am leaving the only home I know. It was scary to think I might never return, or if I do, it won't be the same anymore.

"Robby, food on the table." That was Mum's hurry-up call, her voice sounding more urgent.

Racing down the stairs, two at a time, I reach the dining hall, and all my favorite foods are on the table; it smells delicious. All my family was seated, waiting for me, looking at me when I entered. Even Grams had made the effort to leave her comfy chair to sit with us. They all came to have one last meal with me, before I go. I am feeling rather special at the moment.

"Morning." I chirp as I take my seat, looking at the tasty food before me, and a wave of sadness flows over me again, as I think it will be a while before I can sit here and eat with my family again, a whole year at least, if what Dad had organised comes to pass.

"You look badass in your leathers." I was riding my motorcycle to the city, with my luggage already left and would be left at the pack house, as they hadn't yet decided where I'd be living. I have an overnight bag on the back of the bike so that I can arrive at work tomorrow in more office-suited clothing.

"Thanks, it is new, from Grams." Grams looked up at me with her beaming smile when she heard her name. I think she had lost most of her memory now, but today appeared to be a good day. I would sit with her for hours, letting her talk about anything on her mind. Sometimes it was relevant, most times it was ramblings of a lost mind, but I loved her too much to complain, and I gave her more of my time than anyone else. I am worried she might feel lost without my daily visits. Especially on days when her memory was vague.

"Be safe on that bike, it's a long trip." By car, it would take eight hours; on my bike, I can reduce that to seven, and six if I am lucky. I only need to refuel twice, grab some food, stretch my legs, and then climb back on.

I am looking forward to it.

Soon the food was gone, and it was time to leave.

Tears from mum were expected, and I tried not to let any fall; my stomach churned, and my throat felt like it had closed up. Emotions are flying high all around me.

"Roger and Tim are going to ride with you to your first fuel stop. Call us when you reach the motel." Dad said as two of the largest warriors we have started their bikes, the roar vibrating through my chest. I swing my leg over the bike and bring it to life with a loud roar. I own a Harley-Davidson Dyna Low Rider. I love it. Grams had a remarkable paint job done; it looked like a wolf in clouds. It was pretty badass, if you ask me.

I watched in my mirror as my family disappeared from view, all of them waving till I was out of sight. Tim took the lead, with Roger in the rear. Dad suggested it to keep me from speeding out of town. Once out of town, he would only worry, but at least the townsfolk won't complain about me, hooning through town, at an unladylike speed.

We made our first fuel stop on the road in record time. A quick fuel up and a drink later, I was waving the guys goodbye and off I went again, at a faster pace than the boys had set. At the next stop, I had a meal before the last leg.

Arriving at the motel, six and a quarter hours after leaving the pack grounds, before dinner, not bad riding.

I registered for the night, showered and changed, and hit the city for dinner. I had on black skinny jeans and a soft top, my leather jacket. I stumbled upon a sweet restaurant close by. The smell of roast beef was what drew me in. I found a seat by the window and positioned myself so I could see the door. I hate having my back to people arriving.

"Hello, I am Candy, and I am your server for today. Have you had a chance to check the menu?" She had a nasally voice that reminded me of the girl who was always around my brother, which wasn't the best start to the end of the day.

"Roast of the day, and orange juice," I replied politely, having seen the dish of the day on the chalkboard when I arrived. She picked up the menu and left to place my order.

As I waited, I looked around.

Passing by the window was a man drinking cool water on a hot, dry day. He was straight out of a glossy magazine. My mouth was drooling again, but for a different reason. I am a virgin, keeping myself for my mate, but that didn't stop me from looking and enjoying the eye candy if it walked by.

Then, as if he felt me staring at him, he turned his head and stared right back at me, and my body reacted. I am going to have to get some release tonight. That was one mighty fine-looking man.