The Alphas Fated Mate

*LAURAS POV*

I open my eyes to the sounds of hammering and banging. My dad must be still trying to fix what he had broken during his last uncontrolled shift. Mum was pissed at him; I know he tries hard to make it up to her but it isn’t his fault he has a werewolf equivalent of Bipolar and she knows that but that doesn’t mean she won’t make the most out of his apologies and grovelling to get jobs done around the house.

Taking in the bright light peering in through my curtains. It appeared rather sunny for a cold December morning, but that is British weather for you, unpredictable like most of the male wolves in our pack. I stretch and reach over for my phone. “Yup just what I thought,” I said to myself as my bright phone screen lit up to 10 WhatsApp messages, 2 missed calls and 4 Snapchats from my Best friend Carly. Sweet Carly, we have been best friends since we were pups. I love her dearly, but her drama is too much to deal with at 7 a.m. on a Saturday. I lock my phone “I’ll call her later” I sigh to myself. I get up and go into the bathroom, I stare at myself for what feels like forever. I look young for my age, I’m 17 and still, look 14, but I know that will all change once I turn 18. Carly turned 18 in the summer, and she got her wolf Sierra, a beautiful red wolf with amber eyes, after her first shift and free run through the woodlands she shifted back and changed completely physique-wise and looks, she went into the woods a child and emerged a woman. I’ll admit I was slightly jealous. But that’s how it is within our pack. You look youthful until your first shift, our ancestors believed that the moon goddess blessed the women of the Blue Moon pack with this as protection so rogue male wolves or unruly wolves wouldn’t think twice about trying to claim us, because who would want a woman who looks like a child? I guess it makes sense, but I am also sure there is some sicko out there in the world. Well, I better make a move before my... “LAURA! Breakfast is ready hurry up! You know it’s Saturday! We have errands!” ... Mum calls me, yup! Just another Saturday morning, “Coming!!” I called back as the smell of bacon came creeping into my room. Mm, Bacon.

I decided to tie my hair up into a messy bun and threw on a comfy band tee with my casual ripped skinny jeans and Converse, On Saturdays we make no effort well I don’t anyway. Our house is a cute little townhouse, with 3 floors and 3 bedrooms. My bedroom is the best in the house with its own en-suite and on the top floor out of the way of all the hustle and bustle, it was like a little studio apartment. It’s my escape away from the hustle and bustle of our house and my family’s daily shenanigans. I walked into our dining room at the table where my older brother Ewan was already eating his full English breakfast like he hadn’t been fed for a century. I take my usual seat across from him and he looks up at me and smirks with a mouthful of sausage. I roll my eyes and pour myself a glass of orange juice.

“Cheer up brat you look like someone’s died. you smell like it too.” he chuckles to himself.

“Oh, fuck off Ewan isn’t it about time you found a mate and moved out by now? You’re touching the tender age of 25 you will soon be too old and forever alone” I spit back at him.

He starts choking on his coffee from the surprising reply I clapped back at him with. Once he caught his breath he glared at me and I knew exactly what is coming.

“MOTHER!! Laura swore at me” he shouted as my mother comes walking into the dining room glaring at us both but mostly at me “Laura leave your brother alone you know how hard he works being the BETA of our pack.”

Ah yes! My brother dearest and the BETA of our pack, Seb (short for Sebastian but only family and old family friends may call him Seb) is the alpha of our pack and my brother’s oldest best friend, our fathers were best friends before that until Seb’s father was killed during the great battle, My dad tried so hard to save him but the wounds were too great and my dad blames himself for not reaching back to base in time, This also explains his uncontrolled shifting, The trauma his wolf endured losing its Alpha. The doctors prescribed medication but it didn’t work, so he resigned at the healthy age of 60 and handed the Beta title to my brother making my brother promise and swear his life to protect Sebastian no matter what, I still can’t believe it has been 5 years since that dreaded battle, we lost so many lives.

He’s a fair but firm Alpha, Sebastian ishe runs a tight ship and nobody would dare question his authority, and with my brother at his side, nobody would dare try either. My brother is the strongest wolf in the pack. 6ft5 built like a brick shit house all the unmated females and maybe some mated females swoon over him. He trains all the new male wolves ready for battle if one was to ever rise. She plants a kiss on the top of his head and places a plate in front of me with a bacon and egg sandwich. As she took her seat at the table I mouthed “Mummys boy” across the table glaring at him, he stuck his tongue out, “Immature wolf” I thought as I took a bite out of the one half of my sandwich. For a moment we ate in silence, which was heaven.

“So Laura” my mum quipped in after a sip of her Americano coffee “your 18th birthday is in 7 days! We need to plan! And you will also get your wolf! you will officially be a young woman, Isn’t it wonderful that your birthday is so close to Christmas? Who knows at the annual packs Christmas gathering you may meet your mate!”

I feel my brother glare at me as he chews his food slowly watching me for my reaction. We bicker and argue at times but he is overly protective of us as a family and I know he hates to admit it but to him, no wolf will ever be good enough for me, and I know how he feels about me turning 18. The change that my body goes through will most likely attract the unwanted attention of many unmated wolves in the pack, especially when I go through my first “Heat” which usually happens 3 days after a female’s first shift, which also happens to be the day and night of the annual Christmas gathering, where all the packs of Europe come together all those unmated males sniffing around like I’m a piece of meat, I dread it.

“Mum we have spoken about this, I know when you were my age you already knew the father and when you both turned 18 you were both lucky to be fated mates from your first shifts, But I don’t see myself as a housewife looking after children at a young age, I want to go to university, become a lawyer and visit the world and our family at other packs over Europe.”

I see the hurt in her eyes, I know she wants me to find love with a lovely wolf and get married and raise little pups of my own but that life isn’t for me. We are not in the 20th century anymore. Women have more rights, more freedom, and I plan to take advantage of that

“That’s my girl” a jolly deep voice growls out coming up behind me. “You go do what you need to do, change the world, be great and always be yourself” I feel my dad bend over from behind me and plant a scratchy feeling kiss on my forehead, I sigh with relief that my dad has come in the room, my saviour and my king. Goddess, I love that man and all his unhinged ways may you forever protect him.

“Dad, you need a shave” I smile softly at him he grins at me and then at my mum as he picks her up and sits down so he is sitting where she is and she’s sat on his lap. For 65 years old he’s still built like he was when he was 40 but I guess it’s in his genes. The Alpha is always the biggest wolf of the pack, and the Betas are Second for centuries and even in old age that doesn’t change. Both our family and the Alphas family have been friends for generations, each alpha and beta passing the titles down to their firstborn sons and so on.

“Have you fixed my table that you so graciously destroyed last night? Yes Killian I am speaking to you.” My mum huffed at my dad’s wolf I can only imagine him cowering. He may have been the Beta once but there was only one woman and wolf they feared and that was my mother and her wolf Lily. He grabs my mum and kisses her, I may be 17 but it still gives me the Ick seeing my parents all affectionate, please Goddess save me from this cringe-worthy moment.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

YES! Saved by the knocking on the front door! Thank you, Goddess!