Liquid Gold

Chapter 2: Well shit

  I woke that morning with foggy brain static, and my muscles felt sticky. Last night, all I could dream about was the black wolf across the pond with those damn gold eyes. "I wish we could have seen them up closer, but someone had to RUN away" Saza exasperated. I rolled my eyes and checked the time. 10:23 AM, two minutes before my alarm, great.

  I walked to my bathroom and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I had heavy bags under my eyes, clearly showing I didn't sleep well last night. That's another thing I hated about mates, you become dependable on them for basically everything. They steal a part of you without even asking. Rude.

  I took a quick shower to loosen back up and wash away last night's dream. I hopped out and put in some hair oil and a little bit of makeup. I had to look semi awake and not dead.

  I dried off an threw on some undergarments, along with a seafoam green tank top with scrunches on the sides to make my wait appear smaller with some black spandex shorts. I grabbed my tennis shoes and ran downstairs to the kitchen where my father was drinking coffee.

  "Am I picking William up from school today?". Without looking up from his morning paper, he just shook his head. "No, he's staying at Mikas tonight."

  Mika was Williams friend since they were little pups. Occasionally, he'd go spend the night. Mika was a good kid, a year older than my brother, making him 13, but he was protective of William. He had short shaggy hair and soft blue eyes and tons of freckles across his nose. I nicknamed him freckle face, simply because he found it annoying, but I can't help it.

  I decided to head over to the one person I could confide in, Alex. He's been my best friend since freshman year of high school, and we've been inseparable since. We had a slight thing going on between us, and we have kept it on the down low, but I secretly craved more where as he didn't. He liked messing around, but he felt guilty, not wanting to go further than making out and snuggling. He wanted his first to be for his mate, and I respected that. I never wanted to push him to do anything he isn't comfortable with. He's 20 years old, and since shifting, he's always been on the look out for his mate. In the past year he's stuck around more and started helping at the pack hospital.

  I quickly ran to the pack house. Though our personal house was decent sized, our pack house was huge. It was a 3-story building and had the biggest kitchen and common area. I ran up the dirt pathway and up the stairs to the front door. I swung it open and saw one of our omegas leaned against a wall with her eyes closed. She had a small frame with long brown hair pulled tightly into a bun. Omegas were the lowest ranked wolves and were normally forced to be maids or turned into roges. Some even became the pack "whores" to try and wiggle out of their miserable situation. I pitted them and alway argued the Alpha on his stance of keeping them around. I'd rather them be free, living their life rather then being stuck under the Alpha command to stay and obey everyone, no matter what was asked of them.

  I tried sneaking past the girl as to not wake her up cause I could tell she needed the sleep, but ended up waking her anyway. Her face turned bright red and she stood up straight with her head bowed to show submission. "Hi Addison, go get some sleep, I'll make sure you don't get bothered for a few hours." I hated seeing them sleep deprived. "Yes Alpha." And with that she quickly scurried away downstairs to the maids sleeping area. My father made sure that me and my brother were addressed as Alpha as well so people knew the power we held. It was pretty common among other Alphas to have their children be addressed as such, but it bothered me.

  Walking to the stairs that spiraled up the floors, I stopped on the second floor, walking to Alex's room. I nocked softly and I heard the ruffling of the bed behind the door. He was always sleeping till noon, missing ALL the fun stuff in the morning, like training. He opened the door and popped his head out, scrunching his brows together and rubbed a hand down his face. He was definitely attractive, with dark green eyes and messy brown hair that fell into his eyes. He had a strong jaw with stubble from refusing to shave his face because "it makes me look manly".