Mates with the Alpha

Chapter 4

(Storm above or on the side)

POV: Storm

"Oh shit! I'm going to be late, again" I groan out loud to no one.

Stupid alarm clocks.

Everyone loves them. Use them everyday. They become dependent on them. But what happens when the "amazing" alarm clocks stop working? I'll tell you what. YOUR LATE TO SCHOOL.

And being late is a bitch. You have to go out of your way to the front office and wait in line with all the rest of the late kids. All of this because? You guessed it.

DAMN ALARM CLOCKS!

I grab my keys off the table and yell a quick goodbye to my mom. Not waiting for a response I ran out the door.

About five minutes later I arrive at the school. I feel my wolf going crazy.
'What the hell is wrong with you?' I get nothing but a quiet whimper, then silence.

I try to ignore him, but him pacing back and forth in my mind is really starting to piss me off.

I open the door to the office and stop when the smell hits me. Not the normal clean smell that radiates from the nurse's office, but a something sweet, like...chocolate chip cookies? Yes, that fits right. Satisfied I figured it out, I continue toward Mrs. Woods, thinking it might be a new perfume.

But when I arrive it's not what I was expecting. There's a girl, small maybe 5'3, with long dark hair. Is it black or brown? I don't know. She is wearing an oversized sweater that makes her look adorable and ripped jeans.

"Storm." Mrs. Woods says snapping me out of my day dreaming, "Late again, I see?"

"Yes, good morning to you to Mrs. Woods. Oh who is this we have here?" I say adding a teasing tone as I nod towards the girl standing in the middle of the room, looking uncomfortable. I can't help but want to go over there and wrap her in my arms until she feels better.

What is wrong with me?

"This is Ruby-"

"Rose" the girl corrects so quietly, that if I didn't have my werewolf hearing I wouldn't have been able to hear her.

She turns to look at me and I gasp out loud, no wonder she looked so beautiful, so familiar...

Oh. My. God.

That's her. The girl I used to protect so many years ago. I was the reason she never got picked on in school. And yet I did all these things, and never once did she say a word. She would do the same thing everyday, go directly to her dark house right after school. I followed her one day after school ended and heard desperate pleas for someone's help sound throughout the house. I feel so ashamed of myself now. I heard those cries and I ran the other way, like a coward.

Now as I look at her I wish I never ran.

This was the girl I used to follow, with the wounds so dark and long lasting that I often mistook them for tattoos. This was the girl with the cuts so deep I'd thought they'd never stop bleeding. This was the girl that after everyday of getting beaten, by the only person she loved, got up and dusted herself. This girl was a hero. After all this girl has been through, I felt the sense to protect her.

One thought enters my brain as I continue to look at her, and it takes all my strength to control my wolf from saying it out loud:

Mine.

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Short, I know. But it seemed like a good place to end.
I bet your confused...good. That's the point...you'll see.

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