Born For The Alpha

Dear Arda, I know that you have no idea who this is but at the nearest possible time, you will. I wish you a happy twenty-first birthday and hope that you like the present attached to this note. PS: If any male asks you out, tell him that you’re already taken because you belong to me and I will mate you at the right time. I am The Alpha you will soon get to know. Having finished reading the handwritten note, Arda was at first filled with fear and uncertainty. The handwriting was clear, cursive, and written with dark ink on a plain sheet of white paper. She could not make much sense of the note. Alpha? Mate? What did that even mean? And why would the anonymous man say that she belonged to him? She was a human being. She belonged to no one. You cannot just own someone. Why was she even letting the message bother her? It could be a prank. Resting on that thought, she rolled her eyes and cast an amused gaze upon the note, believing that it was probably a prank from one of her friends.

It took her a few seconds to make her decision and she ended up leaving the jewelry where it was. She did not think it wise to tag along, a constant reminder of the current puzzle in her life, be it a prank or not.Arda exited the bedroom and walked into the corridor. On either side of the corridor, there were shut doors to the other rooms in the house.When she emerged from the living room, she saw Jacob at the dining table studying the morning paper with a cup of coffee before him.He looked fresh from a bath and wore loose grey slacks beneath a white vest. He smiled at the sight of her but she threw him a pout as she drew closer to the table.“You promised to make me breakfast.” She reminded him. “You promised.”“Calm down. You didn’t even say hi to me.”“I’ll greet you when I see my breakfast.” She said as she came to stand beside him.“And some folks envy me for living with you girls.” He said with mock bitterness. “If only they know what I’m going through.”“Drama king.”“You loo

Homeland was a small city at the end of the earth. It was surrounded by forests, mountains, hills, lakes, and valleys which gave it a suburban outlook mixed with epic civilization.The surrounding natural habitat gave its inhabitants diverse means of income hence, Homeland accommodated folks that survived with white-collar jobs as well as skilled work from carpentry to sculpting, other forms of art, fishing, and hunting.Arda drove through the streets in quite a breeze, grateful that the traffic flowed freely, the day being early, still. She wanted to hang out with Luke. It would be a welcome distraction, she hoped. It wasn’t long before she reached her destination.Landmark was a nature park. It had a neat field on a wide expanse of land where people could be seen sitting, walking, talking, and having fun.There were benches fitted around the area- some lying single, some in clusters, and some in squares. Dogs were being walked by their owners while some persons could be seen riding b

That evening, it was quiet inside the reading room as the occupants, Arda, Karina, and Jacob minded their business, their heads buried in their books. They sat around a large square table that bore partitions above it and provided privacy for each reader. The table could accommodate about six persons, which was useful in case they had friends over. A combination of green and burnt orange paint beautified the wall and several inspirational quotes graced it. Arda’s mind was far from her studies as nagging concerns disturbed her mind. She sat there, attempting to start writing her thesis but she just could not concentrate. Flashes of Luke’s headache episodes haunted her and replayed before her eyes. Memories of the children interrupting her first expression of intimacy with Luke also flooded her mind. Why it bothered her, she had no idea but she

“What did I do?” Arda was confused. Her heart was pounding incessantly with fear and disappointment.“This only happens with you,” he stated matter-of-factly.“What are you talking about?” she whined.“Are you just playing dumb or you’re dumb?” he demanded. “I’m talking about the kiss. This headache which by the way I think is strange only happens with you.”“So, what exactly are you trying to say?”“Why not save me the trouble and tell me exactly what you are?”“Luke…”“I figured it out…witch.”“I’m not a witch, Luke.” She said, her eyes wetting up with tears of pain.“Then maybe you're just a monster with a pretty face. And that’s what I came here to find out.”Arda started crying softly as she stood before him. “I’m not a monster, please.”“I’m just so sorry that I wasted so much time waiting on you. You should have told me you were a witch.”“Luke, please.” She begged, moving closer to him but he took another quick step back.“Stay away from me. Gosh, are you cursed or something?”