"My lord, I am Rachel Marie, these are my daughters. Alyssa Marie my eldest and Ella Marie." I heard my mothers sweet voice spoke out, I could feel eyes on me, staring at me. It took all of my will power to calm down my curiosity, and another feeling telling me to look up and into the eyes burning into my skin. Rising up we kept our eyes to the ground as both me and my sister wished a safe trip home and relaxing visit.

As the gathering to welcome the king to our pack the party soon started, my sister wasn't around my mom and I, she was over hanging out with the other she-wolves her age. My eyes would glanced over as I heard them laughing and giggling about coming of age so they can be chosen. But then something else caught my eye, there in the midst of the the crowd of she-wolves was a pair of dark green eyes staring at me, I felt captivated and that's when I noticed why they were in the midst of the females. As realization hit me my gaze shot to my feet in submission. It was the alpha King, and I made the mistake of looking into his eyes. I awaited the punishment I would surely revive but after minutes passed none came. I looked up at my surroundings only to find my mother standing by my side smiling at everyone who passed by us.

I didn't chance looking back his way, I didn't want to anger the king, but my sister was right he didn't look older than twenty-five, he's eyes were captivating, I was almost entranced in them, and that was dangerous for me, a female who is suppose to submit to all males and never look at a high ranking male in the eyes out of respect.

Those green eyes were cold looking, almost empty of emotions. To be honest it was completely terrifying to look into, knowing the power that is behind them.

"Happy birthday dear Ella, happy birthday to you!" My family sang for me, but it wasn't happy at all, I was turning eighteen today and to know that tomorrow I would have to leave was devastating. Since I have become eighteen I can now join in the choosing ceremony, I've spent enough time not getting noticed by the sexist males in the werewolf society and I'm not going to start getting it now.

Although my sister doesn't live with us anymore she and her own family were here to celebrate my coming of age. Although when she was younger she thought she would be chosen by the king, like my mother and I expected he didn't choose a mate. Alyssa ended up being chosen by a warrior wolf from our pack. They have a son together, and they seem really happy.

Tomorrow was the choosing ceremony, packs from all over the world attend, the males to choose a beautiful female, the females all hoping to be chosen by a high rank or their local love interest. The whole ceremony will take up two days, it's held here in North America, so when everyone arrives the banquet starts, it gives the males a chance to mingle with the females and pick out whom he will choose. After the banquet comes the choosing ceremony the females are ushered into one room, standing in rows so the males can walk the aisles. One male enters the aisle at a time as the others watch from a small platform, Incase someone challenges the male for his chosen female. Then finally there is a dinner to end the day, if your chosen wishes to stay, and as for the females not chosen, they get assigned rooms to sleep in for the night until morning when they are escorted back to their packs.

The males have so much freedom compared to us females, I was taught right from birth to always respect the males, that my proudest honour will to be chosen, and never disobey your chosen male. The females have no say, they do not speak up, and they do not disrespect the males on the subject, because they do not wish to go before the alpha king and tell him or her disrespectful manner of disobeying his chain of command.

Females are told the horror stories of what happens to the females who disobey and rebel against the king, all ending in a gruesome death. As kids when we would have a camp out every boy tried to scare the girls with scary stories, of how the king tortured his victims, how the last thing you see is a monster wolf, and how you can smell the stench of rotting blood from his wolf's breath. I will forever hate the sexist society that we live in, but I have never been in a situation where it was life and death.

While I packed the outfits to wear over the next two days, I made sure nothing was eye catching, enticing or anything that could attract male attention, that should dwindle the chance of being chosen down to a low number, most men want something more pleasing than just a pretty face or personality, they want something that they can seek pleasure from, over and over again.