A Taste of My Alpha

“Stop!” my heart sank as I ran toward mom to sheild her and take her place instead SPLASH! Drenched from head to toe in the dirty water in the middle of the kitchen, I tried to breathe deeper to calm my erratic heartbeat. And then the one thing I was dreading, presented itself. “God damn it! You stink!” Peter blasted, throwing the empty bucket of water directly at my face. It hit my head and fell down on the ground with a loud tumble. It hurt, but I did not dare to dodge. Peter is old and ugly and reeks of alcohol all the time, but he has power. The omega supervisor. If I offended him, mom and I will be doomed. “August, move.” mom whispered from behind, trying to shove me aside as her hands trembled on my arm. She was timid, and always remained quiet with her head down. She said as long as we did not offend anyone, we will be able to survive as omegas without getting harmed. I followed the advice. I remained like her, with my head staring at the ground without talking to anyon

Adrian was caught off guard by the flour attack. I repeat. Adrian, the most popular, good-looking, and also the LAST werewolf I should be in the same room with, is standing in front of me. And I had just attacked him The door slammed shut behind Him. He jumped back the moment he spotted my pale, flour-covered face. To be honest, I was impressed that he didn't scream at the sight. He had balls big enough to not scream. But instead, he shifted! Clothes ripping off, flying everywhere, and his body shifting into a large, black wolf midair. His paws slammed down on the ground as he growled and jump at me dangerously. His fangs, the size of my whole palm, bared at me with a menacing roar. I Just screamed. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” No bars hold. No shame. You just can’t ask too much from a girl who hasn’t transformed yet! The scream brought his wolf back to its senses. When the moment of shock passed and he saw that it was just a half-sized girl who had thrown the bowl of flou

Gossips and whispers followed me wherever I went throughout the pack house. People were eager to see me and then make that face that says ‘are you serious?’ before turning away and engaging in more gossip. Even Peter stopped harassing me. He told me to go rest one day. REST! Can you believe it? Alarmingly, Lucinda hasn’t contacted me after that dreadful day, but I can sense her everywhere. She is like a spider hovering over me, playing with me, knowing well she can consume me anytime. Mom on the other hand believed my innocence immediately because she knew I had never crossed paths with Adrian before. She said if I could just lay low for a couple of days, people will forget about this. So I did. She was wrong. The rumour became stronger each day. Peaking from behind a pillar to make sure there was no one outside, I quickly rushed out of the pack house to work, aka clean up the ground. Just as I reached the ground and rejoiced my tiny sneaking out, someone tapped on my shoulder

AugustI have never met a more narcissistic person than Adrian! Just because he is the future alpha of the pack, and handsome and nice, and has arms that can wrestle an elephant, he assumes that every girl that sees his ethereal, divine face will fall in love with him?Are you kidding me? I’m not those girls! I don’t even think about his crazily beautiful brown eyes.Sure, Adrian was not as bad as I had thought him to be. He didn’t laugh at me when I made mistakes. He is much more reasonable than his Dad. He has a great smile. And most importantly, though we don’t know each other too well. He still did his best to rescue me from those messes. It would be cherry on top if he is wearing shining armor. Even better if I can be the lucky princess that will live happily ever after with….Wait. What was I thinking??????I’m definitely out of my mind. August, August, remember who you are!I started to sob. My heart aching terribly. And then he started saying soft words in that gentle voice

‘Don’t tell anyone you have a wolf.’ - this is what Adrian’s note had said. My heart sank. Why did he say that? Is there something wrong with my wolf? But she’s not disabled. I ’d know when I shfited, right? Suddenly I couldn’t be sure of anything. Millions of possible problems rushed to my mind. But it’s not like I can just march over to the alpha’s son and ask for an explanation. I’m at the kitcen. It’s not a safe place to shift and check on my wolf. As much as it was irking me, I decided to focus on the one thing I CAN control right here, right now, and that is- making this cake that Lucinda asked of me.“Make a Tres Leches, she says. Make it quickly, she says.” I muttered under my breath as I preheated the over before making the batter for the cake in a baking pan. I grew up in the kitchen. But I’ve never cooked anything with a heart full of strange and warm feelings. The curves on my lips refuse to be straightened when I thought of him.I remembered the look on his face when h