I'm The Alpha's Mate

she knits like a child learning to speak, wondering how string and words come together so flawlessly and gain meaning. She rolls her eyes at me and continues to rock back and

d was often found working outside, though

as if she forgot I

out a choice. I had no say in the matter as it remains entirely genetic. Like my grandmother, I have the ability to turn, to shift into something wild, a creature

, though I do not remember much about those. It is a vague memory as at the time I had other things to worry about, other problems to distract me. Though in t

them since. My grandmother has taken care of me from then until now, raising me for over a decade, and for all these years the only

o her like a distance voice.

re a few scratches in the wood, but they are not impaired enough to make her toss them

r before fleeing out the door and into the crisp autumn breeze. I suck in a deep breath of the relaxing aroma.

from the rainfall earlier today. I watched the rain from my bedroom window before being called down for lunch. The raindrops stream down the glass, and I try to find meaning in the drawing. Part of me is always looking for

e snow, the rain, or sunshine, I feel uneasy like this. In my human form, there is a weird feeling in my stomach. The animals watc

cold water and dance like they do not have a care in the world. My fingertips dip into the stre

ple-minded child. Grandmother tells me not to cross the stream, so I do not. But I want to, I really do. The curiosity burns my soul, and you may think I am dramatic, which I am, but I walk here a

my wolf mu

there too. I grumble inwardly, giving into the conversation that no on

o do is go home. It's as

eels, facing the direction of the house. One day I will

oring if it were not for my wild, judgmental wolf. It is as if she

the door behind me, making sure to not wake her up like times before, and creeping up the wooden stairs, I slip into my bedroom. The walls are a light shade of blue, and the f

floor, almost lighting a path for me. I shrug off my coat and lay i

rough my mind is the stream; its frigid, soft current flows through me as if something is tell

to cross the stream?" I mumble

. I trust she is in the room, no longer needing to search for her. I imagine her long flowing white dress and silky, endless

ing like that." I sigh and c

e surfacing stones and cross it. I already lied to my grandmother about w

t see what's on the othe

hopping across is indeed a big deal. The Moon Goddess didn't help me make my decision as she decided to keep her opinion out

g on the first rock. The first move is over with, and I still feel undecided. I was hoping the step of faith

eminds me, sounding somewha

ath before stepping back onto the first st

ces. My wolf commen

to find out what is on the other side. Part of me believes that I am blowing this all o

he area before taking another step. Seeming to be the only person out here, I

a to let me bring home a squirrel so I could keep it as a pet. Naturally, she said no, but it still broke my eight-year-old heart as back then I was looking for anything to distract myself. I do not remember a lot of my childhood, mo

he need of a mate. Evidently, I barely knew what one was. The thought of having a soul mate frightened me a little, but then grandmother would tell me stories about her mate, my grandfather. He died figh

r he died. She was

Tate land!" An authorized vo

r gently moves with the cool breeze of afternoon air. The man's skin is lightly tanned like he has spent days working in the sun. The man is not ol

ou!" He hollers at me

do

hy does he think he is so much s

posite of me, yet the Moon Goddess paired us together, so I suppose

me." This time when he speaks, it sounds much more aggravated. Swiftly, he reaches for my arm, but thankfully I h

is man want to take us? Why d

ly we did cros

he have his own lan

to be specific, he said Tate pack

snatched at again, but this t

but he does not let go of my arm. Instead, he continues to drag me through the trees, further

or he's going to kill u

idn't mean to cr

re you t

otionless as if he knows this is not goi

t, I can almost make out other buildings, almost like houses. As I come closer towards the dreary

rs?" One of the men guarding the doorway a

e, nods. "It was gi

n it! My wolf ri

what he wants to do about it." The man's tone is bored as if he deals with th

guard motions

a horrid smell, possibly rotting flesh, reeking throughout the room. Ther

push me inside. Before I can comprehend what is happening, the door is slid shut with a clicking noise to top off the unreasonable action. My eyes grow full,

of silver. Don't let the color trick you!" Th

of here! My wolf

at her sarcastically. I take a deep bre

e cell. It is too shadowy and dark to tell if anyone is there, so I sta

een sitting in here for decades. Immediately, I rush into the darkness and try

ll you where it'

dying? I do not think twice before pulling her where th

an enormous gash in it, and it is most likely infected. Dirt from the floor covers her face, and there are s

What happe

rying to get home, bu-but I accidentally c-crossed on a territory." She breath

your

side, and the girl takes in a small breath. I pee

round her leg. I try to tie it the best th

ou," she

around the cell," there is not much in

, m-maybe a c

eople in cells until they rot. What

nowhere to sleep but the cold, cement floor. "Goodnight," I say to the girl, yet he

back, looking up at th

l get out of her

is all a cruel nightmare. Please, let me wake up in my be