Forgetting Tyla

"I'm going to die! I am literally going to die!" Tymarie screamed as she threw herself down on the bed like a child throwing a tantrum.

"Stop being so dramatic." Tyla told her older sister as she rolled her eyes at the spoiled girl. "It's just a dress. You have plenty of others to wear."

"It's not just some dress, it's the best dress. I spent hours trying on dresses at dozens of stores and this is the dress that made me look best. You wouldn't understand, Tyla." Her sister looked over at her with pity. "You aren't the chosen bride."

In all honesty, Tyla was relieved to not be the chosen bride, but it did sting sometimes that she was never chosen at anything. There were many things to be chosen at in her pack, they seemed to have levels and labels on everything, but she was never at the top because she never excelled much at anything. To make matters worse, her father, Tyler, was the pack's Alpha.

The Alpha was both loved and feared among not only the pack, but among the whole country. Their pack was one of the largest in the world and her father was very well known and respected across the globe. To Tyla, he wasn't so great. He was a cold and angry man, never showing her love or affection. The Alpha was not happy about the fact that her mother never gave him a son, only five girls. The man was so arrogant that each girl had to be named after him; Tyrella, Tyryn, Tyrie, Tymarie and Tyla. But it wasn't a proud thing, it was a procession thing with him. They were labeled.

Tyla was the youngest and seemed to barely know the eldest three sisters since they had been chosen brides when she was still a child and she hadn't seen them much since, besides the inauguration or weddings that they may attend a few times a year. Now, Tymarie was going to have the same fate and Tyla would be alone in a house full of servants that were disgusted by her and her parents, who seemed to have forgotten that she even existed most days.

"I managed to get your dress clean, mam." One of the servants brought Tymarie's dress in carefully. "Good as new."

Tymarie jumped up and snatched the dress from the servant. The servant, a young woman by the name of Carla, flinched as though she feared being hit.

"Thank you, Carla." Tyla nodded at the girl, but the servant quickly hurried from the room without making eye contact. Tyla hated the aura that her scent automatically gave off to pack members less than her. She didn't want to be intimidating or feared.

"It was her clumsy hands that caused the dress to get ruined." Tymarie began putting the dress back on.

"Tymarie, you spilled the makeup all over yourself, not poor Carla."

"Who's Carla?" Her sister cluelessly asked. "Now, zip me up."

Tyla and her sisters may not have been raised with adoring love and affection from their father, but they were raised with his money and fortune, and that had made her sister a spoiled brat. She loved Tymarie, but the girl could be a real privileged bitch.

As Tyla zipped her sister's dress up, she stood back to admire her for a moment. The girl really was gorgeous. Tymarie was twenty, two years older than Tyla, and even though they both had similar face features, that was about the only similarities. Tymarie had long straight bright blonde hair, Tyla had long red wavy hair. Tymarie had an hourglass figure, with large breasts and curves that made men drool. Tyla had what people would say is a nice body, but not curvy like all her sisters, instead she was thinner and taller, with long legs and very toned.

Chosen brides were to wear their pack's colors, so Tymarie was wearing a tight sky-blue dress that matched her eyes. The girl really knew how to accentuate her curves, and this dress did just that. Their pack, the Azzora Moon pack's colors were sky-blue and black, so Tymarie put on black high heels and Tyla pinned their pack symbol onto her sister's dress.

"Who ever gets you tonight is one lucky male." Tyla told her.

For a moment, Tymarie's eyes seemed to fill up with tears as though she was going to burst out and cry, but then the girl shook her head and smirked.

"Of course, he's lucky, he gets me." Tymarie was back to herself as she admired her image in the mirror.

A knock at the door interrupted them. Carla walked in and let them know that their parents were waiting in the limo for them.

Shit. Tyla had been so occupied getting Tymarie ready, that she had never gotten dressed or ready herself.

"Go!" Tyla motioned to her sister. "Hold them off a few minutes while I get ready."

Tymarie shrugged and left the room. Tyla wasn't as high maintenance as her sister, but she did want to look presentable. All pack members know that events with other packs can lead to finding mates or making acquaintances that may lead to opportunities down the road. Her best friend Mari had met her mate at the last Bride Pairing, even though she wasn't one of the chosen brides, so there was hope. Of course, Mari's father wasn't the Alpha, and he didn't use her as a pawn for power, so she had the freedom to choose her own mate, but Tyla's father hadn't promised her to anyone of any event like her sisters.

Tyla threw on a little black dress that showed off her legs and slipped on some heels. Her attire wasn't as fancy as her sister's, but she was an observer, not a participant in the Bride Pairing. She let down her long red hair and quickly threw some lipstick on. Her parents were impatient and wouldn't wait long, so she skipped fixing her hair or adding more makeup.

The heels she put on were new and stiff, rubbing against her heels as she tried to hurry down the grand staircase of her house. Her mother had spared no expenses when they had this mansion built years ago, but her mother had clearly never worn such cruel heels when adding so many steps. She rushed out the door and onto the front steps, but there was no limo, and no parents.

"I'm sorry, mam." Frank, their old butler, told her. "They left already."

Of course. Why would they wait on her? She was never chosen. She was always forgotten.