Fated To The Man Who Raised My Ex

Jenna POV

Looking around the Club, I was bored.  I was with my superficial friends.  Those friends who wanted to be your friend because of who you were.  I was the Alpha’s daughter.  Everyone wanted to say we were friends.  Nobody really cared about me.  Nobody really knew me for that matter.  I had a couple friends I would call close but even then, I kept a lot of my wants and desires private.  Trusting people was a big factor for me.

Once we got into a club in the VIP line or got into a restaurant that was otherwise booked months in advance, they tended to drift off to do their own thing.  The only smart thing was I always drove or had someone drive us.  So, I always had a ride home when I was ready to leave.

I played the role of spoiled, rich girl very well.  I was daddy’s little girl.  My parents were hoping I would find my mate soon so my dad could retire.  My parents never thought of me as Alpha material.  Not that I fought it a great deal.  I wasn’t sure that I wanted to be a Luna much less an Alpha.  

What most people don’t know is I do a lot of charity work at a local children’s hospital in the city.  Although I am a wolf, I have integrated quite nicely into the human world.  Obviously, nobody knows that I am a wolf.  They also don’t know that I am a magical healer as well.  I have subtly healed children with various ailments.  At a cost to my own health, but worth it nonetheless.

My parents had suspected I was special when I healed an injured warrior without realising it when I was younger.  But for some reason it has been kept a secret all these years.  They have only told me it’s best not to share my talents with anyone that I can heal people. It was not safe, for me, for people to know my wolf could heal.  

But I wanted to put my talents to good use, so first I volunteered.  A lot.  I finished high school six months ago.  I had turned eighteen just before I graduated.  I had decided that I wanted to be able to use my healing powers, so I was now studying to be a Pack doctor as well as a human doctor.  I spent many hours at our Pack hospital learning as well as at the children’s hospital.  I figured learning wolves healing and human healing would serve my ultimate goals well.

I had received good grades in school, surprisingly to my parents given my partying habits.  I was a natural at school – what else could I say?  That I studied twice as hard as everyone else?  I did.  I was taking pre-med courses before I got my high school diploma.  My parents were reluctant to let me study.  They wanted me to focus on my Luna training.  As a compromise I had to commit to two hours of Luna training every Saturday morning.

It was exhausting but worth it.  Once I had started to understand the wolf and human anatomies, I was able to start concentrating my healing properly.  Where most parents would be proud to have a healer in their family, my parents were convinced it was a curse.  

Hence why I had to continue the façade of being a spoiled, rich girl.  I had gorgeous red hair with silver eyes.  Most would expect my wolf to be red; however, it’s a white with soft red tinged tips at the end of my fur.  My wolf’s name is Tina – she loves our powers, loves our wolf form and is probably the one person (yes, I think of my wolf as a person) who knows me best.  We can also fight.  We have been trained since a young age to be able to fight off any threats.  I couldn’t fight a whole Pack of wolves, but I can certainly fight off a rogue or two until help arrives.

I am looking forward to having a mate one day.  Someone I can trust who will see me for me.  I don’t care what his rank is, as long as he is a good mate and is proud of who I really am.  I will always keep my powers a secret, but I will be able to help so many people after I complete my education.  I am almost done with my studies to be able to work at our Pack hospital.  It is significantly different from studying to be a doctor at a human hospital.  That said, what I am learning at the Pack hospital is allowing me to challenge certain courses and advance my education faster as a human doctor.

As I look around the Club, I see the girls I came with coming toward me.  “Come on Jenna, let’s hit the dancefloor,” they yell over the loud music.  At a Club that caters to werewolves, the alcohol is a lot stronger.  A regular club with regular alcohol wouldn’t do much for us.  So, everyone here was feeling pretty good.

Smiling at the girls, I went with them as they dragged me over to the dance floor.  I loved to dance, and I had to admit I was good at it.  I let my body move to the music.  It wasn’t long before some guys were dancing with us.  One guy had caught my eye, he was slightly taller than my 5’4” at roughly 6 feet.  He was cute and well built.  We started dancing together, our bodies moving as one.  As a slow song came on, he pulled me into his arms and slid his hands around my waist.  

Eventually he tried to slide his hands lower to my ass, but I casually moved them back up to my waist.  He smiled, understanding it wasn’t happening and was a good sport about it.  As I looked around, I could see one of my friend’s making out with a new guy while another was dancing closely with a different guy.  A couple were missing from the dance floor so I could imagine they were likely hooking up as they usually did.  

As the song ended, I decided to move away from my dance partner.  I was getting tired and tomorrow morning was another Luna class to kick off my Saturday morning.  Recognizing my friends weren’t ready to go home, I was grateful I had used a car service tonight.  I had too much alcohol to drive home safely.  I waved goodbye as they tried to encourage me to stay longer.  I just smiled and headed out.

As I got in the car, Harry – the driver - asked me how my night was.  “Same as always, Harry, fun while it lasted,” I sigh, sitting back in my seat.  He chuckles, “Oh Miss Jenna to be your age again,” he says.  I laughed with him.  Harry has a mate of thirty years and has kids older than me.  Him and his mate were lucky – they met here in the Pack and had never had to leave.  Right at high school no less.  He was a good man.  He was a warrior for many years and had recently shifted his job to be chauffeur.  He didn’t feel he could keep up with “you young ones,” as he often shared with me.

Harry jumped out to open the car door for me as we arrived back at the Pack house.  I jumped out and kissed Harry on the cheek thanking him for the drive.  He blushed as he always does and wished me a good evening.  As I walked into the Pack house, I could hear some of the younger Pack members in the common rooms playing video games.

Grateful I had my own room on the Alpha floor, I snuck by everyone to get to my room.  My room was a spacious suite that had a sitting area, bedroom, and its own bathroom with a little kitchenette.  I usually kept snacks and beverages in my room, but all my main eating was done in our dining hall.  I loved the neutral tones in my suite.  My mom and I had decorated the suite when I was old enough to be on my own in my own room.  I had room to have sleepovers if I chose but I rarely did.  

As I said.  I keep my personal stuff personal.  Few people know the real me and those that do keep my secrets.