Taken By My Alpha

Alfred led us out of the packhouse and towards the line of white houses that ended at a certain point.  I wasn't in the mood to listen to him introducing the buildings and territories. All I know is that I need to attend school tomorrow. 

After walking for about five more minutes, a new, small house appeared. It had a rustic, country feel to it. The ceilings were high, the floors were wide, and the windows were big enough to let in a lot of natural light. There were usual supplies and bedsheets already set up, white sheets covered them to save them from catching dust.

After Alfred returned to his pack duty, I started cleaning up the place. Mom offered to help, but noticing that wound on her forehead, I begged her to go to sleep.

I don’t have a home anymore after dad died. Every minute,  there’s always someone, making sure to remind me to be grateful that I’m able to live.  And now as I get to clean my own home, it was actually therapeutic for me. 

An hour and a half later, I was done with dusting the place, wiping up the kitchen, couches, and bed. The only thing that stopped me from constantly thinking about what was going to happen tomorrow at the new school, was focusing on rubbing each corner of this house spotless with my hands until my body started aching.

I grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and went to my mom’s room, but I stopped in front of her door when I heard her sobbing. My grip tightened on the glass in my hand.

Even though Brutus had been cruel to me, he had been good to my mother. She had considered everyone a family in our old pack. She left them behind and everything else for me. My heart ached as I felt the guilt grow in my chest. I need to pull the school stuff off. 

The next morning, by the time the clock struck eight, I was already up and had bathed. Since I wasn’t able to fall asleep, I had kept on thinking about how I will avoid everything that will come my way at the school. Mom hadn’t woken up, so I let her rest and left a note on the table next to her, letting her know that I was leaving for school.

I was going to go to the packhouse to get way for the school, but as soon as I opened the door, I saw Alfred standing outside the door with his arms crossed over his chest, just looking around coolly.

He turned to face me when I stepped out, “Right on time?! Impressive.”

“What are you doing here?” I closed the doors and turned to face him, confused. 

“Alpha’s orders.” he shrugged nonchalantly and handed me a school bag that felt a bit heavy, “come with me.”

jog behind him to catch up with his fast steps as he led me towards the

the one taking me to school?” I asked hesitantly. “Aren’t you the beta?

sighed heavily and turned his face to me.  “I am thinking the same thing. I don’t walk anyone anywhere unless it’s someone VIP.” he said with a frown, “Hell, even then I am given the most important works instead of having to

am sorry.”

be.” He strode along the way, and we arrived at the school in no time, “Come, let’s get this done quickly.” He said, “We both have

handed me my class schedule, then wished me good luck before

times when someone tapped me on the shoulder. What the hell? I nearly jumped.

to make a fool of

Heather, right? Everyone was talking about how you and your mom joined our pack overnight but

didn’t answer. Was I about to get

response. She looked at the schedule in my hand and said, “I am

though I was

next, will she propose to be my friend?

like some mixed

walking, I looked around, trying to take everything in. The school corridor was lined with lockers and smelled of sweat and pencil shavings. Most of the students were concentrated in the far end of the

Ariel led me to the training field behind the school

the midterm trial in two days, so everyone is training for

powers at all, these people were going to crush me with one hit. My secret was threatening to be out before I had even finished the first hour

need to worry! You are new here, so you don’t need to participate today. I am sure

fell on the one blonde girl who was fighting particularly fiercely, ducking and weaving in an almost choreographed fashion. I wondered to myself how she was even able to see, let alone react,

of my notice and whispered in a low