The Awakening-My Future Alpha

Myla eyed her reflection in the mirror with a tinge of annoyance. Seriously, what age was her elegant figure supposed to lock in? She was just a day away from turning 18, yet here she was, still a bit on the chubby side. And she didn’t want to cut back on her love for food, not one bit.With a sigh, she glanced at the clock—5:33 am. She had just finished cooking breakfast for the pack’s elders. Helping them every morning was something she genuinely enjoyed, but the ungodly early hours were starting to wear on her. She hefted the giant food box onto her back, ready for the morning delivery.If only she had her wolf with her right now, she would’ve sprinted back to the house with the wind whipping through her fur, the pavement a blur beneath her paws. Instead, she stomped back inside and headed for the shower, pointedly ignoring the bruises she’d inadvertently given herself during her morning duties.Her wolf, or rather the absence of wolf-like behavior, weighed on her mind. It boiled d

There was no saving the food before the alphas needed to eat. So Myla and Noah got to work. The leaders all sat down, eyebrows twitching as they shoved the spoons in their mouths. What kind of suffering was this? What happened to Myla’s delicious cooking? “Is...is it...Adequate?” Myla asked, worried. Noah had convinced her they did a good job and the alphas would love it, but she was still skeptical. “It’s - ” Cramle’s words were stuck in his throat as he watched the murderous smile on the Alpha king’s face. It seemed to say, “One word, and you’re dead.” “-wonderful, I’ve never had cereal for dinner,” Cramle cautiously continued.“I’m so sorry, something came up, and the dinner was wasted,” Myla apologized while cussing Alex out in her mind. “No worries, dear. As you can see, everyone is enjoying it,” Alphonse reassured with a smile, not wanting to upset Myla. Myla returned the smile, though a bit half-heartedly. “Ah yes, Noah,” Alphonse called out. Noah looked up from his bowl

“I didn’t know you were in New York,” Noah stated.Myla froze, captivated by the sight before her. The tips of his silky black hair had a white tint, matching the color of his shirt, which was still soaked brown. He had a cross bag swung carelessly on his waist, exuding an air of casual confidence. His trousers trailed his long legs, seemingly endless, and he sported silver rings on all his fingers of both hands. Finally, he was tall – a true giant, an embodiment of elegance too remarkable for mere mortal eyes, as her wolf keenly observed.‘Our eyes are unworthy to gaze upon his elegance,’ her wolf marveled.‘I agree,’ she replied, completely shocked.‘I think he’s trying to talk to us, but I’m too stunned to be sure,’ her wolf whined.‘He’s really hot.’‘He’s really hot,’ Myla admitted, perfectly agreeing with her wolf.“...LA”Startled, she snapped out of her daze, realizing his hazel eyes were far too close for comfort. She had unknowingly encroached on his personal space, her face

Myla’s mouth hung open in disbelief. This boy, who couldn’t have been older than 10, had just called her a tramp!‘Turn him over your knee and spank him,’ Wyla huffed, reacting to the insult.“That’s too much for your tiny mouth, shortie,” Myla retorted, placing her hands defiantly on her hips, her eyes glaring at the rude child.The boy sniffed haughtily, acting as if he was above the situation.“You don’t have the right to touch something as precious as that with your filthy hands,” he said, abruptly turning around, intent on walking away.He looked a bit like Noah, just much cuter. It was disheartening that this adorable child could be so foul-mouthed.“What’s so precious about it?” Myla taunted, feigning another attempt to touch the item.With lightning speed, the boy snatched the pot from its spot.“Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb! You’re dumb! Visitors shouldn’t dare touch things they haven’t been asked to touch!” he yelled, scolding her.Myla was amazed; she had never seen anyone move s

“What?!” All three people in the room yelled. Was Noah out of his mind? This was a disaster in the making.“Yes, you’re the firm tutor he needs. All the others were chased away by his rude...” Noah gestured vaguely towards Chris, “...personality,” he finished with a dark undertone.The atmosphere in the room seemed to grow heavier as if Noah had the power to control the pressure in the space. ‘The power of an alpha,’ Wyla chimed in.“Yeah, no, I’m not staying anymore. I choose death,” Myla huffed.“...wimp!” Chris retorted, pointing a finger toward her while wearing a self-righteous expression.“He’s... he’s actually that bad,” Tiana managed to muffle her laughter.“Understandable, I’d choose death, too,” Noah added sagely. “Unfortunately, you’re staying,” he concluded.“This is going to be torture! I thought we were friends!” Myla cried out.Noah couldn’t hold it in any longer; he burst into fits of laughter, shaking and wiping tears from his eyes.Tiana and Chris stared at him, the