All Chapters of Born Human: Claimed by an Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Scarlett POV The walk to the pack house was short, and within ten minutes, we were walking through its massive foyer. The pack house was the biggest home in our territory, and since it was used for meetings, parties, or other pack events, it was made to house close to a thousand people if needed. It was designed like one massive log cabin with chairs, couches, bean bags, and other furniture scattered throughout the living room.From the moment we walked in the door, there were people.*Everywhere.The elders of our pack were seated on the couches, sipping their coffee and engaging in small talk. A couple of mated couples cuddled up on love seats and chairs, completely tuned out to everything but each other. Some of the pack warriors stood around laughing and joking in groups, most of them unmated or keeping their mates at home.As soon as my father stepped through the door, a gradual silence swept over the room and all eyes fell on us. The conversation ceased and many people inclined

Scarlett POV I hardly slept that night.When I did finally doze off, I dreamt of a man.I couldn’t spot his face or hear his voice, but I saw his hands were large, with long, nimble fingers that could’ve belonged to a pianist and visible veins running from his knuckles down to his arms.I could make out his forearms too, but more specifically, the large tattoo that covered his left forearm. It sort of looked like a bird, but the body was something else: a panther or a lion, maybe? The shrill sound of my alarm woke me before I could get a closer look.“Scarlett!”As if the loud beeping from my alarm wasn’t enough, I had a second alarm today: Lily.“Scarlett! Turn that shit off, it’s been beeping for more than a minute!”What a perfect way to start my Monday morning.I didn’t need to open my eyes to notice that Lily was glaring at me from my doorway. She was even less of a morning person than I was, and everyone in the house’knew it. We’d all faced her early morning wrath more than on

Scarlett POV “Keep running! I want twenty more laps before class is over!”You’d think that if being human could ever work in my favor, it would probably get me out of warrior training the mandatory class that trained young werewolves in combat and fighting.But you would be wrong.Despite the fact that I could not turn into a werewolf (nor would I ever be a pack warrior), I still had to take warrior training with everyone else. I had tried to talk my dad into letting me skip the class more times than I could count, but he was resolute. He thought it would be a good way for me to feel included, to feel “strong like a wolf.”Unfortunately, it often made me feel the opposite.For a werewolf, running twenty laps around the big, open field we practiced in was no biggie. For a human who wouldn’t call herself an athlete, it was hell. My classmates continued to pass me on the track, laughing and talking like it was no more than a leisurely jog.My legs burned and every breath felt like a l