An Alpha's Mate

Chapter One

Olexa’s POV

“Olexa,” my mom called into the backyard. I was not paying a bit of attention. Why you might ask? Because I was concentrating. I constantly fine-tune my training and wolf skills. Yes, I said wolf. I am a werewolf, turned into one a year ago in fact, when I shifted for the first time. I was born a werewolf.

I shifted back after she had called for the second time. This time, ferocity poured from her mouth as she yelled my name. Obviously, I had been concentrating harder than needed to be. “Yeah, mom,” I called when I sauntered inside the kitchen. I placed my sweatshirt on the chair before I sat, too hot to keep it on. I sat in a halter-top and shorts.

As I stared at my mom and dad, who looked terribly flustered, I began to feel uncomfortable. An eerie pit began building in my stomach which told me I was about to hear bad news. “Olexa, you’re moving with your father back to his pack on the other side of the country. We’re getting a divorce,” my mother blurted out as she scraped her chair across the tile floor.

“What?!” I screamed. “There’s no way I am moving away from my friends!” I cry, “Wait, you’re getting a divorce?”

“Yes. Either you move with him or you move to Europe with me. Or of course you stay here... alone. But don’t try to fake disappointment, we all know you would rather be with your father. Plus, I don’t want the burden.” My mother smiled wickedly as I stared at her in disbelief like she was a purple chicken running around with its head cut off right in the middle of the kitchen. Since when did she not want me around? Oh. I get it, I thought to myself. She doesn’t want a werewolf around when she can’t shift herself.

“FINE! I’ll move with dad,” I scream as I beeline it to my room and slam the door for an added effect. There are boxes all over my room; most of them were taped on the bottom and left to sit empty. I was livid. I tossed things into the boxes left and right. I didn’t dare hesitate and look at what was making it into the boxes, tossing them. A werewolf living alone is a death sentence, lonely and unbearable.

Shortly after my ‘fit’ ends, I lay down while weeping quietly on my bed when I hear a soft knock on the door. “What?” I snap.

“Sweetie, it’s dad,” my dad’s soft baritone calls through the door. I have always been close to my dad, not so much though with my mom. Nevertheless, it has helped lately I can shift into a wolf and so can he. We play and run through the trees together all the time. “I know you’re not happy honey, but you need to be in a pack and get used to their ways. Someday soon you will be finding your mate and he will already be in a pack most likely,” my dad rambled on. I have heard him talk about this before, but I didn’t want to know much about it. I liked it here in the no pack territory. Not many wolves lived here, but every rogue here was friendly.

“We’ll be leaving tomorrow morning sweetie, if you want to go out and say goodbye to your friends, you should do it tonight.”

“Yeah, dad, I think I will do that.” I pouted as I ambled my way out the door.

I found my friends Tyler, Jordan, and Stacy at the normal location, tucked in the back corner of Stacy’s yard. A small bench sat there for years, so we claimed it. We would sit there, talk, and hang out deciding what we wanted to do next.

“Hey guys.” I smiled sadly. This would be my last time ever seeing my friends.

“Lex,” Stacy called as she ran to me, pulling me deep into her long skinny arms. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” I replied firmly. I wasn’t going to let them see me cry. I am strong. I will be strong for my friends...

“Ah... Lex... You’re crying, we know something is up.” Jordan half smiles as he walks closer to us.

Dang, stupid tears; I didn’t realize I was still crying.

“I’m moving. I’ll miss you all. This is my last night here,” I whined.

My friends didn’t say much, they wrapped me up in their warm and loving arms and held me. I knew Stacy would be especially sad. She was one of my rogue friends here, my best friend. She didn’t say much, leaned into my ear and said, “we’ll come see you if you want.” I smiled at her suggestion. This would be wonderful except for the fact that I know she didn’t want to. She was a rogue too, and she had told me repeatedly how she had planned to stay that way.

“Let’s make the most of our time,” Tyler announced and scooped me up into his arms and ran off toward the house. Jordan picked up Stacy and followed us. They set us down in front of the couch in Stacy’s house and together we watched a movie and ate popcorn and candy together.

Two movies later, the living room ended up destroyed. Popcorn was all over from Jordan and Tyler fighting with it. Pillows and blankets all over from Stacy and I pillow fighting the guys. It was fun.

After a few tear-filled hours, I slunk back toward my house, promising I would call when I arrived and give them my address. I am going to miss them.