The Alpha King’s Human Mate

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dow of my father's old truck. The music blasted in my ears from my iPod

, if some of you have not guessed it already, I am a total nerd; and no, I do not have dorky glasses and a face infested with horrible acne (thank goodness). I am sim

A 16-year-old senior? Well, it's a long story, which

. It was practically an isolation type of thing where he would work extra shifts and if he had a day off, he would either spend it out at the lake nearby or locked up in his bedroom. Seeing as I had so much time on my hands, I had no other choice but to learn ho

son nor was I athletic in any way, shape, or form. I would always do my homework on time (no procrastinator here) and work my butt off in ord

to a house that held too many memories of a person that would never again walk through the front door, my dad had decided to move from our cozy, country home in Texas to a busy, city neighborhood in Chicago. I can't really say that I hated the place, but I was never too fond of city environments, esp

t wasn't exactly the country lifestyle that I have grown to love ever sin

he same shade of hair as I did but with light brown eyes instead of my hazel green ones. His face had aged a bit, not because of the years that have

g my hair a bit which was a habit that I hated

way, only to have it land softly in its previous place. I straightened my stance as I began to

utcome, I looked back at him

ck to the road ahead of him. "So how do

n the middle of a song. "Oh, I don't know, the usual I guess. Books, lockers, teachers.....people," I sa

s he gently nudged me on the shoulder. "Haha, very funny. But I'm

n purpose. We had moved a few times within the state after we had left our original home; and after doing so countless of times, I had grown accustomed to him

most reassuring smile I could muster. "I am nerv

g the fact that I was trying to lighten

ontinued to stare at them and imagine myself running through them at an inhuman pace (I've always done that since I was a little girl), I couldn't help but notice a dark fig

was hallucinating before I rolled d

t I was seeing but it still remained as the figure became smalle

e? How can a wolf be staring at me? I know many animals become curious when a vehicle would pass by, hence the reason why there are so many accidents around the nation every year, but this wolf was different, in

Colorado was officially d

, laying my cheek against my hand as I let out a soft sigh. My d

erythin

y main priority. Like I have said before, I am not too much of a sociable person; and even if I was, I don't think many people would like me. The second they heard abou

ehind books and make everyone think I was a loner or something. Which, again, I kind of

that I had left on my lap and put it inside my back pocket as I exited out of the truck. My black vans landed on the so

wooden swing that would definitely sit at least two average sized people (if the swing didn't decide to give way in the middle of someone sitting on it). The

as we slowly made our way to the front door, but there was no indication that it would give way any time soon. The house was

e windows being blocked by thin curtains that prevented any light from coming in. I looked

to observe my surroundings. The walls were painted a dark red color that have faded out throughout the years. The dark wooden floors appeared to have been polished recently, so they shined brightly despite the lack of lighting in th

s a decent sized area that now contained the same furniture

with a sorrowful expression. Apparently sensing my eyes on him, he turned to

'll take care of everything else. Most of the things insi

like something about it." With a wink, he disappeared back into t

were on this floor with two windows adjacent to them. I looked at both of them and headed to the one right in front of where I stood. I o

the door was my desk where I usually worked on for many hours after school and on the weekends. As I walked forward, I couldn't help but smile at the small book shelf that laid on the other side of the bed beside the window. The books

happily as I noticed that he had gotten me one that matched the rest of my purple obsession I seemed to have. I gazed down at the yard below before settling my eyes

ile on my face as I took in my new

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y task and I was surprised at how quickly I had done it all. The only reason I took long was due to the

y in one of the couches with a plate of pizza in his hand. He wasn't one who

lad that I had not spilled anything in the process. I smiled as my bare skin came in contact with the cool fabric of the couch. I was now wearing a black tank t

dad asked, facing me for a brief second befor

ization of going to another new school dawned me. It was something I didn't want to think a

es seemed to be glued onto the TV, he never even seemed to notice the frown that now laced my features. Just the tho

een to many new schools before, what made this one any different? Yeah, I hated the fact that I ha

it, but something in my gut told me that this new tow