The Alpha● Original (Incomplete Version)

Chapter 7

***nine years later***

"Smile Rose, this will be your last move ordered by the state because you turn eighteen in a couple of months. And who knows, maybe this will be your forever pack." My caseworker, Chloe says. Chloe is also a shifter and has been my caseworker for five years.

I groan, "yay, I can't wait." I say sarcastically. Within the past seven years, I have been to five different packs, and sixty-nine different houses that were owned by humans. I say 'seven years' because for the first two years, I was running solo, which I so wish I could do again. Running solo feels amazing.

You've got no rules, no boundaries, and every now and again you get into a couple fights with Alphas and in my case, I always win. "What's the name of the pack?" I ask as I place my feet in the dash.

"I believe they are called the BlackStone Pack," Chloe says. I nod my head. Why does that name sound familiar? "And the couple you'll be staying with us an elderly couple, Clyde and Flora."

Chloe turns off of the highway and down a dirt road. "Both of them are in the BlackStone council so you won't really see much of them. They've got one kid but she moved away to Alaska a few years ago and hasnt-"

I interrupt, "Okay, Chloe. I didn't ask for a full background check on them." Chloe chuckles.

"Yep, you're still the same from when I first met you," she says sweetly. I roll my eyes.

"Wrong, I've got boobs now. When you met me, I didn't." This time, she burst into laughter and I grin. Chloe is easy to talk to but somethings she can be a bit much. The first time she met me, her coworkers forgot to tell her to not touch me resulting in her getting the wind knocked out of her.

Ever since the day I ran away from my blood pack, I refuse to let anyone touch me. I've also learned how to control my gift a lot better but not all the way. For example, if I am beyond pissed at someone or something, it might be good to have a bunch of water close by. I check my watch, 3:48.

Ugh, we have been driving for eight hours already. "How much longer?" I ask after several minutes of silence.

"We're almost there, don't worry." Chloe says. Who said I was worried? After ten more minutes, we finally pull onto a paved road that has a bunch of houses scattered everywhere. "We're looking for house number 179." Chloe says more to herself. "Ah there it is," she says as she turns left onto another street.

She parks in the driveway and we hop out. I open the back door and pull out my only two bags, one small black suitcase and one black back pack. Over the years I have grown a very high liking to the color black, my clothes should say it all. Black jeans, black shirts, black long sleeves, and my one and only pair of black combat boots. So yeah, basically all of my possessions are black.

Chloe offers to help but I decline and walk up to the door as she knocks. An elderly lady, who I take is Flora, opens the door with a smile on her face. "You must be Rosalee," she says cheerfully. I smile politely and nod my head.

"Yes ma'am, and you must be Flora." I may not have any respect for most people, but the elderly will always have my respect. Her smile widens as she opens the door all the way.

"Come in dears, no need to stand out in the heat all day." Flora says as she assures us inside. Her house smells nice at least, Lia says.

Yeah, it doesn't smell like moldy socks, Big plus. Once the door shuts Flora turns and looks at me, "Here, I'll show you to your room while Mrs.Edwards and I talk." I nod my head and follow her down the hall. She points to the first door, "this is the bathroom." Noted, she points to the door at the end of the hall. "And this is your room. " I open the door and freeze.