Alpha, Not Luna

Meg "Brrr," I shiver in the cold, I hug myself, my thick loose black hair, swirling around me as the frosty air gushes around. The worn thick jacket, I have on will suffice for now but when it snows, I will require a thicker one. Unfortunately for me, this will have to do for now until next week when I have the amount, I would need to make the purchase. Grinning, I rub my hands together, both in glee and to warm myself up with the friction. I have been saving for this black jacket with a red hood, almost a year. I think I fell in love at first sight with it and since I am from the pack- White Mountain, the shop owner agreed to keep it for me. What a kindly old man. Gazing up from the thick, stumpy tree branch I had settled myself on mere moments before, I take in the view of the green mountains, in the far distance of my residence. But not too far as I can make out the difference between houses and buildings- mostly. I've rarely been out of our pack's border because it's almost

Meg’s POV Somehow, I managed to keep a low profile about my current situation, until today, but I needed to speak with the alpha urgently about my situation. Taking out my old smartphone from my back pocket, I stare at the dimly lit, cracked screen. Never have I ever called the alpha of White Mountain Pack because there was no need to. The omegas always spoke with words to the pack members rather than mind-linking them. And I just fell in line. I wager you’re probably thinking why I don't just mind link him because of the importance of the matter. Huh, I dare you to try speaking to your leader on a personal one-on-one when you're a lowly member of the pack. When your alpha is a predator that knows no limits except ‘stop when the threat stops moving’ itself. A werewolf that is mindless when triggered and overwhelmed by his primal aggression of kill or be killed. When your pack is considered as one of the most powerful because the alpha before who also happens to be the current a

Meg Holy Christ. Jax sure knew how to spoil food. I’ve never tasted something so horrible- bleh. I’ve never had acid burn this bad either. My face turned up a few seconds after the first bite from the beef sandwich but not wanting to hurt his feelings, I hid the expression on my facial features as best as I could have, throwing away the darn thing after feigning I had a phone call to make. Then I hightailed home after using a weak Red to tell him, I was gone. I should take his phone number next time so I don’t exhaust an already drained Red, who signed out for the rest of the day already. After a few hours of rest, she will come back out, refreshed. Quickly I helped myself to some fries I made from the frozen sliced potatoes which we had in our freezer, sighing in sweet relief that the horrible sandwich had not turned my tastebuds away from food. My stomach still makes weird noises after the meal even when I down a glass of cold milk, which I despised with a passion, but I gulped

MegYesterday, we ate a delicious lunch made by Jax’s mother, who gushed over me saying I used to make her so happy whenever I visited them before they moved. She apologised to me for leaving me alone which made me uncomfortable because I am not used to people saying sorry to me...except when they tell me what a sorry excuse for a werewolf I am. Red is overwhelmed as well. My chin wobbled a bit and I did have the thought, ‘not bad enough for you to take me with you- some daughter’ but it was just an evil thought. It’s not like she birthed me or was my blood relation where she was obligated towards me in any type of way. And besides, she had her own life to live. It’s not like it was her fault my parents are dead. Or as if she should have taken me with her when she was leaving. Or even adopted me into her family when I was a child. Where I remained all alone except for the other omegas who cared for me. But they showed no love. It was just warm meals and taking me to school. No tucki

Jax Gazing at Emily’s profile again, I see she has posted the guy she claimed was ‘only a friend’ just five months back and my chest ached. Social media will be the end of me. Inside me, Blue shakes his head, in disapproval. I thought I had everything figured out. I am young, I could fall in love, or not, play around with a bunch of human girls- women whatever, and have an enjoyable time until I get my mate. I knew there was a chance that the human I was with would receive some sort of degree of hurt when I got my mate and broke up with her. But I figured I would cross that bridge when I came to it. Only Emily spun me faster. Blue is not much of a talker and he broods silently. My affairs are mine, and his is his. He did not like the whole idea of human dating but he is a supernatural creature that is made for one and will wait for that one. He made it abundantly clear that he wants nothing to do with the ‘human courtship’ when he already knows when he will get his mate.