Mates with Alpha Dylan

The Beginning

Sam's POV

"Up and at 'em honey, it's training time!"

*CLANG*

I jerked up so fast I fell off of my comfortable bed and hit the ground ass first.

Why must he be so damn boisterous!?

"I heard that!"

I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks.

"Sorry dad."

Guess I didn't keep that to myself.

Oops.

I look over at the clock and it reads 6:15...

It's not even time for me to be up yet!

I groan as I get up before he comes barreling up the spiral stairs.

I drag my 5'7 body to the bathroom and do the usual. I brush my teeth, after I floss of course, take a quick hot shower, put my hair up in a messy bun, throw on my joggers, a tank top and my old trainers. I used to wear a sports bra to train but since almost all of the guys are in that weird everything turns them on stage, I keep the girls hidden.

The clock now reads 6:28.

Shit.

I grab my phone off of my nightstand and try to ignore the lump in my throat after catching a quick glimpse of the picture frame yet again.

Inside of it is a picture of my mom.

I fly down the stairs blinking away the tiny tears that are trying to make their way down my cheeks.

That's a story for later.

Just as I hit the last step, my dad comes walking out of his study.

"Good morning sunshine," he beams.

My dad has always been an early riser.

I smile back and embrace him, taking in his gray mist scent.

"Good morning dad."

He starts walking us to the kitchen and exclaims, "come on, breakfast is almost ready!"

He's got an extra pep in his step and I'm trying to remember why.

Sometimes I'm forgetful.

Wait a minute.

I just realized I haven't even introduced myself.

Probably should've done that first huh?

You think?

"Pipe down Summer."

She's my inner wolf.

Wait, let's do this right.

I'm Sam, I'm 20 years old, and I am a pure white wolf with some cool abilities attached. I can shift without ripping my clothes and I can change the color of my fur, which is pretty much every time I shift for a run.

My dad insists that I'm safe but after what happened to my mom, I don't dare risk it.

I lost my mom a little over a year ago to a group of vicious hunters while she was patrolling the border. She was supposed to wait for my dad and I to get back from a meeting, but she was so stubborn she went alone anyway. She didn't shift her color that night, and that's why they attacked.

When we finally got to her and finished tracking the scents, we counted at least ten.

Although she put up one hell of a fight, it was too much for her.

She'd been outnumbered.

We never recovered her body.

And I blame myself everyday.

Unfortunately white wolves are always being hunted and because of that my dad and I pronounced to keep it a secret from everyone.

Including our own pack.

White wolves are worth millions to the right buyer.

So I won't even bother showing my true self to anyone.

*SNAP*

I gasp and glance up to see my dad's worried face.

I recognized that I drifted off into my thoughts again.

His lips are moving but whatever he's saying is indistinct.

I finally fully snap out of the trance and become conscious of what he's asking, "are you okay?"

I nod and try my best to put on a convincing smile.

I know it didn't work, but he didn't pry and that's one of the many things I love about him.

We carry on and finish breakfast a few minutes before training commenced.

As I get up I suddenly get this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Usually when I get that feeling, something bad happens not too soon after.

I brush it off and make my way towards the backyard for another grueling session.

Maybe I devoured breakfast too fast?

Or maybe I'm just overthinking.

Right?