Taken By My Alpha

I stopped at the door frame and looked around. No Tiffany, No Brutus. Then I quietly sneaked out of the kitchen with a small sandwich in my hand.

My father, the beta of Silvae Pack died several years ago from a rogue attack. My mom, Clarice, married the alpha of our pack, Brutus, whose mate had also died a few years ago after giving birth to his daughter, Tiffany. 

It was all good at first, but it turned to a living hell when two years ago, on my sixteenth birthday I shifted into something that no one, ever in the history of werewolves had ever seen- a dooling fluffy pup that can’t even fight off a sick dog. 

That weakness became the reason for everyone in the pack to turn me into an easy target to bully along with Brutus, and Tiffany.

Rushing to my mom who was taking away plates on the pack’s dining table, I kissed her on the cheek, “I’m off to school, mum.”

She briefly put her lips on my cheek, “Brutus already drove Tiffany to the school. Take care of yourself.”

“I will.” I smiled reassuringly.

Her tense gaze bore into my hazel eyes, filled with a warning. “And, be on time for dinner tonight,” she said. “they are your family, and you are eighteen now. You need to stop avoiding them whenever they are in the house. You have to bond with them.”

“Mom, I don’t w*-”

“Stop arguing with me!” she said in a cold tone, her hand loosening on my arm, finally letting it go, “Face the truth, Heather. The only reason you are not banished is that you live under the Alpha’s roof!” She stared at me sternly “I need you to think for yourself and I want you on the dinner table by eight.”

Tears filled to the brims of my eyes. I tried to hold them because I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t want to be hurt. “Wrong move.” I said coldly, “Maybe I prefer to be banished and die. Tell them to do exactly that.“

The cold mask on her face slipped for a few moments, revealing the helpless look in her eyes. 

I turned away and rushed out of the house. The look on her face hurt me deeper than I thought it would. Maybe I’ll bring her some flowers on my way home today, I thought to myself, trying to quench the guilt.

 Deep down I know all she did was try to protect me. We didn’t have a choice. This pack was our only home and the only place where we could survive.

*****

As I came out of the class and crossed the red corridors to reach the cafeteria for lunch, I was greeted by Ashton, the class clown hollering, "The freak is here!"

I hardly had time to register the sound of laughter when I pushed open the door and a bucket of cold water fell over my head, drenching me from head to toe. Some people threw food at me, staining my jeans with mayonnaise, meat, and sauces.

her hands. Her face immediately soured

and dripped down on her brand

was a foot away from me. She had an

same shoe in my face. That

my top

me fall down on my ass,

much as I tried to endure her insults and bullying, her words were the last straw

her eyes with indifference, “I won’t be doing that. Please move

backbone now, dog freak? Losers like you should be grateful to be even left alive! If it

I can feel my brain boiling in anger the moment

word out of her mouth, I slapped her hard across

room

fell down on the ground with her hand covering her face. I want to laugh at her expression but my senses are coming back.  And I… became

there. My feet stepped sideways and rushed out of the room before anyone could register what had just happened. I heard screeches from behind me, the most shrill sound was of Tiffany’s voice screaming about how she is going to cut up my face with her own

I rushed down the stairs, my chest aching

the ground floor, I

I heard a holler

Instead of going towards the ground, I ran sideways towards the janitors' toilet booth that was built on the side of

mother’s voice in my head. She was trying

I had run off in the jungle, half of the people had run towards the

in his office room with the pretense of making me understand things with patience and then hit me brutally in places where the wounds weren’t visible with his threats of kicking me out of the pack if I uttered even one word of his violence in front of my

of the booth burst open, making

out in the darkness

a tight hug, “I have been trying to find you

control my heavy sobs from escaping any longer, “I am sorry for saying those nasty things to you. I am so

back. Her hazel eyes, the same color as mine, were filled with redness while her thin face didn’t have a trace of that familiar worry and tension

pretentious bitch deserved it.” she said and

She had never, NEVER, said anything bad about any pack member in her whole life. A wave of happiness spread through me,

hand, she started pulling me out of the toilet, “If it hadn’t been for your scent, I don’t know

while running to match her hurried steps towards