Not Yours Alpha

Prologue

◇●◇Arrabella's P.o.v.◇●◇

I was laying in my bed with my legs perched on a stack of pillows as I watched The Hunger Games on Netflix on my laptop for the thirtieth time when I hear...

"ARRABELLA!!!!" I heard my twin older brothers Taylor and Ryan scream. I muffled my snort threw my hand as I chewed on my lip making it raw. I put super glue on the spinney chairs we have in the fame room know Taylor and Ryan go there every Sunday at five to play a round of Call of Duty. Last week I asked to play and they said "No go play with Barbie's or something". So I took matters into my own hands and super glued them to their chairs. Oh and if that didn't work I put super glue on the controllers too.

I heard trampling and bumping and growling.

"Taylor get your fat butt off me!" Ryan growled. I bit my lip holding in my laugh as I heard Taylor growl back.

"Well if you didn't fall I wouldn't have fallen on top of you." Taylor said back smartly. He was the more fun twin. Ryan was all serious since he was a few minutes older and would be the new alpha when dad stepped down on their twenty-first birthday in two months. I was still only seventeenth even though I was turning eighteen in a few days. Three to be exact. I would be able to find my mate then. Guys are able to find their mate when they are sixteen but frankly us females we have to turn eighteen to find our mates. I don't know why since guys are crazy immature at age sixteen but whatever Moon Goddess do as you please.

I heard my brothers banging on my door before it burst down. Two angry twins burst in their brown hair flying everywhere. Taylor's a bit longer. They looked at me with anger (mostly Ryan). Taylor looked a bit amused but also annoyed as I constantly pranking them.

"What the hell is this?!" Ryan seethes pointing. I pause my movie and look around my legs to see the chair. I smirk and go back to my movie.

"A chair." I deadpanned as I watch Rue's father go a-wall and start a riot in District 11 when Rue gets speared.

Suddenly my laptop is slammed closed and I look up to see an angry twin.

"Get this thing off my butt so we can go to an alpha meeting with dad." (They both need to go in case something happens to Ryan and Taylor has to take over. I used to have to go but when I did I embarrassed the entire family multiple times. Yeah... that was the end of that)

He growled using his alpha tone. I look him in the eyes and see the anger. I stare at him until he notices the sadness in my eyes. His face softens but I get angry. Sympathy is not something that I want. Understanding. My anger grows as I push him back using all my strength.

"I won't accept sympathy. Especially from you Ryan." He seemed hurt that I didn't call him Ry Ry (only I can call him that) but I pushed it away. I don't care. I searched through my drawers until I came across the tube of remover. I chuck it at his chest before pushing bot of them out of my room.

"Have fun at the meeting guys." I spat slamming my door. I kick a hole in my wall for the third time this month and smash a lamp before my wolf Regina calmed down. I go on Pandora and put my Green Day radio on. 21 guns came on and I resorted to jumping on my bed with my fingered pointed like guns making 'pew pew' noises every time he sang '21 guns' which happened quiet a lot. (A/n if you like Green Day don't act like you've never done it ;))

Anyway I should probably introduce myself. Well as you can see my name is Arrabella. Arrabella Sydney Johnson to be exact. I'm okay looking with hazel eyes and chocolate colored hair and full peachy colored lips. I'm pretty thin but not full out anorexic skinny. My hair goes a little past my shoulder blades in waves. Oh I'm seventeen, mateless (not that I mind), and 'bad' as people say.

I'm a fighter not a lover, I'm a juvenile over a sweetheart, and most of all when the going gets tough, I get tougher. I don't want nor need a mate who will tie me down. He'll just get dissapointed because I'll either run or reject so... yeah.

Going back to Netflix....

"Arrabella! Come down here please!" I hear my mother's voice yell from downstairs. Oh my god. What is with people and not wanting me to see the ending of The Hunger Games? Sure I've watched it a million times but its still good!

"And look presentable Arrabella we have a guest." My father adds causing me to roll my eyes. Presentable my ass... what's wrong with sweatpants and a grey spaghetti strapped tank top? Nothing I think so I take my hair out of its messy bun and run my fingers threw the loose tangles. Putting on deodorant and looking in my mirror considering myself decent I skip out of my room sliding down the banister. As I entered my faher groaned and my mother covered her face in embarrassment.

"I thought I asked you to look presentable Aria." My father groaned scanning me. I looked down at the baggy sweats pulling away the loose fabric and the looked down at my flat stomach seeing no extra skin showing. After fully examining myself I look up and frown.

"What? No extra skin is showing, my boobs aren't out," I breathed into my hand and smelt my armpits and hair. "I brushed my teeth, put deodorant on and showered. I'm totally clean and presentable. What's the problem?" I asked. The extra male around my father's age chuckled, so did my brothers. I didn't even notice them.

"You're not dressed Arrabella, that's what you're father is talking about." My mother sighed.

"Jeans. Sweatpants. What's the difference? Besides would you rather me not where anything at all?" I grabbed the hem of my tank top. My mother growled shooting up grabbing my upper arm staring at me coldly. She's done that ever since... him...

"Go upstairs and change into something nice now." She used her alpha voice on me. I've gotten used to it over the past two years but I still flinched. I look down and nod my head. She lets my arm go giving it a good had squeeze worthy of breaking a humans' arm. I bite my lip and wince scurrying up the stairs. Regina growled within me but I kept her down. This was our mother, she's just giving out tough love.

You know that's not it...

Shut up Regina. She loves us.

Do you really think that? After Kain you still think she loves you? Us?

....yes....

No....

Shut up Regina! We are not having this conversation now! I will make myself presentable now so she doesn't get really mad and hits us like she did last time.

Regina growled deep withing me but sunk to the back of my head knowing she wouldn't win this. My mom wasn't mean, or abusive but she doles out tough love when it's needed. Especially when I embarrass the family in front of guests like I always do. I sigh and start to my closet.

I pull on a teal dress with a white top with teal tribal-ish patterns on the top with a cute brown belt around the waist. I put on some white flats and actually ran a brush through my hair and putting it into a side ponytail letting it rest on my right shoulder adding a fake white flower at the top. Adding some chapstick and a light coat of mascara before I was ready. I look at myself in the mirror and sigh. This is my life...