Stealing Alpha's Heart

Begrudgingly, I pushed myself into a sitting position, rubbing my eyes. A loose tangle of my red hair fell into my face and I pushed it back impatiently. My jaws stretched in a yawn as I lifted my arms and arched my back. I looked around my scattered room, clothes on the floor in piles, makeup strewn across the vanity, papers sprinkled around my desk and on the chair. I wrinkled my nose at the disaster and rolled my eyes. Sometimes, I could be such a slob!I pushed myself off the bed, wincing as my feet hit the cold hard-wood floor. A leap of nervousness went through my chest when I realized why my room was such a mess. Tonight was the beginning of the mating ceremony.I scrambled into my bathroom and closed the door softly behind me, sighing and walking to the mirror. I reeled back in surprise when I saw my own familiar reflection staring back at me. Yes, I had the same bright green eyes, fair and pale skin and golden red hair, but I looked revolting. My hair was in angry clumps arou

I was sitting outside the pack doctor's office, my hands clasped so tightly in my lap that my knuckles grew white with the pressure. I was in a lonely, plastic chair that sat across from the door. There was a stand beside me, filled with pamphlets and human magazines. The front cover of one with a bright pink background held a woman in a trench coat and her hair pulled back in a bun. Big, blocky, yellow letters were strewn all over the page. I rolled my eyes. Humans were so dramatic.It was eleven at night, only two hours after the ceremony ended. Alpha Luis had told me it would be better for me to go back to my room and sleep, but I felt like if I left Dawn now, I would be abandoning her. I wanted to stay. Plus, I needed some time to think about my current situation."How are you doing?" I looked up at a girl my age looming over me. Although she wasn't as tall as Dawn, she was still a bit taller than me. She had hazel eyes, her pupils rimmed with green and the rest darkening with bro

I was in the same clearing I had met Zy and Dawn in, the silver of the moonlight still fighting off the shadows that were putting up an effort to bite at the light. My red fur seemed a shade duller, they said that happened when experiencing grief. One thing was off, though. The white of my paws now glowed silver like the moonlight. I looked around, wondering what guest would bring me bad news this time. This time I refused to call out in fear and I sat up, glaring into the gloom. I sat there for what felt like hours, waiting for someone to suddenly appear as the others had, shifting from darkness into a figure. After a few moments of feeling like I should say something, a dark brown wolf thawed out of the gloom. Its dark blue eyes examined me, a passive look within their depths."Who are you and what bad news do you bring me?" I asked, hearing bitterness in my own voice. A slight amusement passed over the wolf's face before they spoke."How do you know I have bad news?" I could tell

"What do you want to drink?" Brandy asked me, nudging me in my exposed side. She shook me away from my daydreams. I was currently having quite the difficulty deciphering what drinks on the menu were tea - or which were even drinks; Lucky Eight, Chilly Thrill, Holy Night, Red Slapper. Who even named these drinks anyway? They probably had to take some super odd college class to come up with names this weird."I'll get the - uh - Honey Grande. Is that even a tea drink?" I said shakily. After the dress store, Brady took me to ForeverFangs and bought me a whole big bag of clothes. My sweaty fingers were gripped so tightly around the ribbon that was tied to the bag, that my knuckles grew white. I was really nervous about being in public and looking like I just crawled out of bed. All day, Brandy and I received lopsided glares. Of course, they all tried to hide their astonishment when they saw a hobo like me was hanging out with Delta Brandy."Go change if you're so nervous about how you loo

I stared into the mirror, a seemingly different me staring back. I was the same person, same dark green eyes that grew darker as the iris moved out, the same fiery red hair that was darker at the scalp and lightning at the bottom, same dots of freckles crossing the bridge of my nose and dotting my cheek bones, same ghostly pale skin with a brilliant contrast between my cheeks and forehead - but there was something different. I seemed more mature, more sophisticated. It might have been the way my long, pin-straight hair was curled and put up into a classy, but sloppy, bun. Maybe it was the way I had put makeup on and the internal accomplishment of doing it myself made me feel different. Maybe it was the dress I was wearing - the polka-dotted one that hung high around my thighs. Or maybe, it was the experiences swimming in the depths of my eyes. It was odd how only two days had passed and I felt like a whole new person.A sudden knock on the door alerted me, making me spin around and ru