The Alpha

The supernatural werewolf world has a specific way of ruling. A king that had power over the entire nation. Then 7 alphas were under him, one for each region in which the American nation was split: The Pacific, Midwest, Northeast, Southeast, Southwest, the Rocky Mountains, and the Noncontiguous. Then alphas under them that ruled over their single state. And finally, under those alphas you had about five to ten packs in each state; each state varied.

A king, regional alphas, Statal alphas, and territorial alphas.

They say the regional alphas were all deadly in their own way of sin. And the King...

Alpha Derek of the Midwestern region. Specifically the Night Stone pack.

They say he is one of the toughest alphas. He once killed his own Beta. In front of everyone. He knocked out his Gamma during it.

He rules with an iron fist. He keeps the packs he runs in check, no one crosses him; they wouldn’t bother to think of it.

He hated his father so much- he ripped him apart.

Death did not bother this man. He wasn’t capable of feelings. It didn’t come as a shock.

With no family, he became stony. And no one could alter him.

No one.

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Fear was out of the question. What are you supposed to feel? Freaking joy? No. Terror was overwhelming my body.

I was left alone in the room with my emotions. Sweat started to dot my forehead and I felt my head start to throb. My chest felt heavy. My throat was scratchy and I felt the urge to cough to relieve myself. I coughed but I ended up wheezing. The familiar feeling of my air constricting came back and tears covered my vision like rain on a car.

The door opened. In came the doctor, her eyes grew and started shouting things that I couldn’t hear. My air hole was getting smaller and smaller- less air coming in. She rushed over to me and was messing with something in her hands and speaking but to me- nothing was audible except for the obnoxious beeping of the machine.

I was only focused on getting oxygen into my lungs, and I was failing. She shoved something in my mouth and pressed on top of the object. My lungs were awarded oxygen and I gasped.

I felt relieved as I could breathe again and the storm in my head started to calm. I was sniffling and brought my shaking hands up to wipe my eyes.

“Ms.Taylor, are you okay?” She asked as she rubbed my back. I meekly nodded. “Okay, It’s alright, now, you might have either had a panic attack or an asthma attack- very similar” she gave me a blue plastic holder with a bottle in it that fit in my hand, “this is your inhaler…”

it, and told me what these asthma and panic attacks are and concluded that I most likely had asthma, but could be both.

finally cleared me to be released. I spent the majority of my time sleeping due to the

head. I don’t know why and it’s

her face, “Good morning Ms.Taylor, we’ve cleared you, as you know, and you’ll be

of a grey long sleeve t-shirt that enveloped my scar covered wrists, some grey sweatpants that hung loosely on my

I’ve ever

I’ll be staying. I felt extremely uncomfortable with a random male, walking

your first time

thought made a sad

again practically everything in my pitiful life is uneasy. Although the sun was out, the air was cold, to try and make myself the slightest bit warmer I put my hands together. It’s

looked up at the Beta. He was tall, had dirty blonde hair and brown eyes, and some stubble along his jaw. He was tanner than me, he had spent some time in the sun. Dressed in a dark brown t-shirt that hugged his defined body and dark jeans paired off with dark brown combat boots

having trouble keeping up with his pace, I never was a fast one, and that was not beneficial for me. The Beta would notice,

got to a place. It was big. Huge. A house. At least two stories, standing tall and wide, stone packed the outside walls. The door was displayed in

area of the pack. Tall trees towered a couple of yards from the towering house. He walked up the three stairs to

wasn’t even that far of

'You’re so weak.'

...Stop...

ever do anything,

'So worthless-'

impatiently waiting inside with a slightly annoyed look on his face. Instantly, I felt guilty and refrained from flinching. I got my skinny butt into the house to not make him anymore annoyed because who

dark wooden floors, walls with dark brown paint and

shivered at

the living room and to the left which led us to stairs. He started to go up and I quietly followed. He took some turns and stopped when he came

be your room, I’ll send up dinner, the Alpha will see you tomorrow, I will pick you up promptly at 10 o’clock to take you there.” He seemed to have

maybe because no one

hands. He opened the door

clothes for tomorrow and some toiletries. We’ll have some things dropped off tomorrow.” He used that same voice. And with that, he turned and started to walk away. I walked into the room, closing the door and then turning around; if I thought the house was

beige. My room in Alpha Chris’s pack didn’t have carpet. The room itself was 5 times the size of my room in Alpha Chris’s pack, no double that,

sheets and a window on the wall. Across the

I’ve ever stayed