Destroying The Alpha

Chapter 2

December 5th

Walking onto our porch I clutched at the letter that arrived today, it was letter from my mother telling me how much she missed us and wished to see how I had grown into a beautiful woman and any man of my choice would be lucky to have me. At the bottom a word scrawled in a hurry was éalú, escape.

Escape the fate. It was a saying among us once we were of age, in a way it was a way of saying I'm sorry it's your time to potentially be mated.

With every letter she would always include a small gift, (approved by the mutt).

This time she had send me a box of chocolates, a rare treat most of us never got to taste, but a simple treat to the animals.

No matter how many letters I wrote to her they would always be sent back, something I knew the mangy dog had something to do with.

I wanted to ask her so much about her, I stopped asking my father about her once I noticed how much it pained him to speak of her, his eyes would tear up every time he would mention her.

Often times our conversations of her would result him locking himself in his room and crying for hours.

No man should ever have to go through the heartbreak he experienced.

My parents may have been human but they were soul mates nonetheless.

My mom was mated to the Alpha of Texas. She had agreed to bare him a child only if he gave us a free home with land.

At first my father refused, he was heartbroken at the news of my mothers sacrifice and wanted nothing to do with the Alpha but with his meager salary he could barely afford to care for the both of us leading him to eventually agreed to the offer.

The fact that we lived so close to her but never got to see fueled our hatred for the beasts.

Usually humans that never found their mates found love and had children.

But lived a constant fear of potentially finding their mate at the ball and being taken away.

Some were lucky and never found theirs, I hoped I would become like them.

At fifteen we finish our basic schooling only being taught what the beasts allowed us before being assigned a job for for the rest of our lives.

It was was a sick fate I didn't want to live. I wanted to be like the rest of the hunters, living a nomadic life in the forests with a clan of hunters and best of all they got to hunt the monsters.

My father decided he didn't want to join a clan, but instead live a quiet life to raise me.

He would tell me bedtime stories of their life, it was a dangerous one and he didn't want to potentially leave me with one less parent.

Today was a Saturday meaning I had today off from work and could head out for a walk.

I earned a meager salary of fifty cents per day, assembling electronics, something very few of us could afford.