The Alpha's Downfall.

Chapter One

A/N
Sorry for the short chapters, I swear the next one will be longer. Now,
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"AMELI DRAWSTEIN GET DOWN HERE THIS SECOND."

I groan and roll over. This is how I usually wake up, and most days I am thankful for that. Without my Beta, I would never get up in the morning.

This was not one of those days.

"That's it" I hear my best friend mutter. "I'm coming in."

I drag the covers over me, dreading what's about to happen.
"TICKLE TIME!!" She yells, bursting through my door

I curl up in a tight ball, shielding myself from the worst of her squirming hands.
"Okay, okay, I'm up!" I cry, between gasps of laughter. She retracts her hands and slaps my arm.

"Downstairs, five minutes. The new pack are coming from America today" she spits, sourly.

"Come on Ann, how bad can they be?"I say, but inside, I was dreading the answer to that question. My Alpha tone informed her not to press the matter. It wasn't good to spread rumours about a pack we didn't know yet.

She leaves, muttering "five minutes" under her breath, one last time. She was like a mother, we were so close. I don't know if it's healthy for me.

I look at my hands. Shaking myself out of my stupor, I jump out out of bed and race to the bathroom door as if 5 Seconds of Summer were standing behind the door with pizza. I had less than five minutes to get ready.

Now I know you'll be thinking "But Ameli, you're Ann's big alpha! Why are you taking orders from her?"

The answer is simple. She is practically my mother. My parents never had time for me or my siblings: they only had eyes for each other. Now, I am in no way related to the old Alpha, but the day I turned 16, I challenged him to a fight. He abused the female pack members in more ways than one, and I was sick of it. So he died, never to be seen again.

But I am different. First off, I was the first she wolf ever to challenge a male alpha. The old perv had no mate, so our pack behave like he practically never existed. I sigh, tying up my hair in a sloppy ponytail. I pull my old worn t shirt over my head, pull my lounge legging on and slap on my glasses. I take a moment to look in the mirror.

My hair is already falling out of the crappy ponytail I put it in, it's shine dulled in its pre-brushed state. The huge shirt makes my plump body look misshapen, and my lounge leggings are stained and thready.
Yup, we have high standards here in my pack.

I sigh, yet again, and make my way down to breakfast.