Gold Moon: Mated To The Beta Twins Chapter 189: Not Important

Morgan’s p.o.v.

Can you imagine how confused I was that day? Amra and I have been talking about it since she showed up, and neither of us can figure out the complete one-eighty my family pulled on me.

“You had an amazing bond with your family, and none of them seemed to worry about ignoring you,” Amra mumbles as we ride further away from the territory.

My upbringing was different from most Alpha children. I spent most of my time with my Dad or one of my brothers, because girls in our territory had shown me that they weren’t interested in me, but in my brothers.

It was during my first year in school that I quickly learned that girls wanted to be my friend in hopes of meeting one of my brothers, and if none of them were around, they would find any excuse to leave.

My mind is still boggled. Why didn’t they realize that I was no longer working alongside them? Why didn’t Dad realize that I no longer asked him questions?

“We will be going in circles with these questions. Only they can answer those questions, but I doubt they will ever give you the answer.” Amra states.

The more time passed after my Sweet Sixteen, the more people started to ignore me, and after three months of waking up on an empty Alpha floor, I wasn’t sure if I should scream or cry.

If I managed to wake up before they left, I would get ignored. So, I stopped interacting with them in the morning.

“Dad, do you have a meeting today?”

“Ashton, can I help you with something?”

No matter what I asked, none of them responded.

School had become even worse because I didn’t have any friends. After all, most of them didn’t want to be my friend for who I was, but for who I knew.

“I loved helping my brothers after school. Whether it was filing papers or getting coffee as a young pup, and when I got older, I was allowed to help with more important things.” I say to Amra as my mind wanders back to my childhood.

Dad would let me sit at a small desk of my own in his office as long as I was quiet, and I would sit there reading, writing, or drawing. Sometimes I would do homework, but most of the time it was done during school hours.

Mom always said that by watching my Father and my Brothers work, I would know the work my Mate would have to do on a daily basis. It was one of the things most Lunas no longer understood, as they were busier with their parties and dinners.

“It also gave you another advantage.” Amra points out, and I know exactly what she is talking about.

Most Alpha children have no idea about their parents' duties. I, on the other hand, know every nook and cranny of our Pack-house, I know every position of our Warriors that are not running patrol, and I know every route our patrols run.

They never run a route twice in a row, and our hidden Warriors are an extra security measure, and I know all this because I have spent so much time in Dad’s office or that of my brothers.

This helped me in the past year to start leading my own life, because no one saw me moving around the territory. I think I know more about our Pack on my own than all my Brothers combined.

“You will be a great addition to the King’s Army. You have more knowledge about a pack’s leadership than most Alpha children, and it will be to your advantage.” Amra points out.

She is right, because I know which Packs we have an alliance with, which Packs are friendly with us, and which Packs we need to avoid for whatever reason. I know who the Wolves and Lycans are in the Pack's leadership, and who will take over which positions in the future.

As I grew up, I would hear Dad talk about other Alphas that spoil their Pups rotten, giving them everything they asked for. Dad wasn’t like that; he made us earn our “extra” things, as he would call them, and those were usually things we didn’t really need.

I earned them by spending a lot of time in the kitchen, helping prepare meals throughout the day, and I love cooking or baking. At first, I would measure the ingredients the Omegas needed. When I was old enough, I helped with cutting fruits or veggies.

For the past few years, I have helped with cooking and baking for our Pack members, and Mom is really proud of what I have accomplished so far.

With my time being divided between the kitchen and the office, Mom decided that we would have a Mother-Daughter day once a week, which could be a day at the spa, a shopping spree, or just sitting in the garden talking about significant events in my future.

I would rather have spent my days on the training grounds with my Brothers and our Warriors than with Mom and the other Lunas talking about whatever it was they would talk about. As I already mentioned before, I am not a girly girl, and this was her way of bonding with me.

I think she secretly wrote down everything I told her so she would know how to organize every event to my liking. I really enjoyed my days with Mom, as long as it was just the two of us; when other females joined us, the conversation always ended up on parties and their dos and don’ts.

“Our last Mother-Daughter day was a month before my birthday. How could she have forgotten about them?” I ask Amra because I still don’t understand how this happened.

“Mom, can we have our Mother-Daughter day tomorrow?” I asked that question at least once a week during lunch for three months straight before giving up.

“I am busy. I don’t have time.” Was her answer before she would rush off with our Beta and Gamma females. They would even halt their conversations when I walked into the room, and if I lingered too long, they would continue through the mind-link.

My Dad and my brothers had been the same as Mom. Barely any responses to my greetings or questions, and I gave up on them around the same time.

Three months of barely a simple “good morning” or hello” from my Dad and the short remarks from my brothers like “not now,” “too busy,” “don’t have time,” and a few more along those lines, and I was done.

My training stopped because our Gamma no longer showed up, and every meal was spent in silence, even though it was clear that they communicated through the mind-link.

Something I couldn’t use, as Dad still hadn’t initiated me into the Pack, and every time I tried to bring it up, he cut me off. Typically, every Pup gets initiated into the Pack on their sixteenth birthday, but for some reason, Dad forgot that he never held the ceremony after my Sweet Sixteen Party.

“Why didn’t anyone notice I stopped having meals with my family? Why didn’t anyone notice that I was no longer staying on the Alpha floor?” Questions I would ask myself, and now I could find out if Amra could make sense of it.

“I can’t answer those questions, but it doesn’t make sense to me at all.” Amra is curled up in the back of my head as she responds.

After being ignored for months, I was wandering around the territory, just contemplating what to do with my life, and that was when I found a small cottage close to our northern border.

“Let’s see how long it takes before anyone notices I moved out,” I had said as I walked through the cottage. Deciding that if they no longer wanted me around, I would oblige to their wishes.

If I weren’t on the training grounds, I would be at the cottage, trying to find a new purpose in life, and it took me some time to find it.

I would sign up for the Lycan King’s Army, but I wasn’t really sure yet what kind of position I would like. I had moved quite a few things to the cottage by the time I made up my mind, and I would spend my days there taking some tests.

I hoped those tests would help me figure out what I was good at and which positions within the Lycan King’s Army were best suited for me.

After two months of spending most of my time in the cottage, I decided to go down to our Archive before I went back to my own sanctuary. I wanted to retrieve my file from the Archive and update it myself.

“I doubt anyone has taken a look at it in the months since my birthday, or someone would have noticed that I wasn’t initiated into the Pack.” I had mumbled.

Like every other morning, I made my own breakfast, and once I was done, I erased every trace of my having been in there. I placed a few items from the pantry into my backpack before I headed out the door.

Walking down the stairs, I went over everything I had already brought to the cottage, and I noticed that even our pack members were too busy to greet me as I passed them. No one stopped me when I entered the Archive, and it only took me a few minutes to find my file.

As I had guessed, the last entry into my file was from my Dad. It was on my sixteenth birthday, and it just stated that I turned sixteen that day.

“Damn, do I mean that little to you?” I asked in a whisper, but I knew that no one would answer me.