Alpha's Mate (Completed)

Chapter 4

~Kimbriella POV~

''Are there any peaches in here?'' I ask, having a craving for fruit and wanting peach.

''No,'' Someone speaks up. ''The Alpha doesn't like peaches.

''Well.. that's bull.'' I furrow my eyes. ''Just because he doesn't like them doesn't mean the rest of us shouldn't have any either.'' There are a few gasps at my comment. ''Where's the phone?''

Another anonymous stranger hands me the phone. ''Here..''

''Thanks,'' Not really paying attention to the person, I try to remember a grocery store that delivers to people's homes.

''Does anyone know a place that will be willing to bring us some peaches?'' A random person shouts out the name and number of a peach farm - how they know this off the top of their head, I don't know.. - and I shout back thank you, dialing the number.

''Is this the Hopkins Peach Farm?''

''Yes, would you like to order some peaches?''

''I'll take a pound of peaches to be delivered to..'' I trail off, then cover the receiver with one hand. ''What's the freaking address of this place?''

Another person helps me out, and I tell the lady the address, finish the conversation, and hang up.

''They'll be here tomorrow.'' I inform everyone. ''I'm going to unpack now. Nice to meet you all!''

Elison follows me out of the room.

''The Alpha won't be happy with this..''

''The Alpha doesn't control everything we do.''

''Actually he does..''

''He doesn't control everything I do.'' I roll my eyes. ''He thinks he does, but he doesn't.''

''You really should be more respectful of him,'' He warns me.

''You sound like my mother.''

''That's my job. Oh, there is also a pack party tonight to honor you, so be ready in-'' he checks he watch.. ''-An hour, and look decent.''

''I hate parties.'' I groan in annoyance, ignoring the act that he implied I didn't already look decent.

Was there something wrong with my ratty, grass-stained jean shorts or my white T-shirt? I mean, yeah, it has a few stains, but it's comfortable!

''Really?'' He looks at me in surprise.

''Ones with a lots of people. Like the ones my boyfriend always has.''

''You-you have a boyfriend?'' Elison goggles at me.

''Yes, Beta. I didn't even know I was a werewolf until a week ago, and I'm not breaking up with my boyfriend simply because some stupid agreement said so.''

''You really are something..'' He shakes his head again. ''You'll have to appear happy with Ryker, and be with him the whole evening.''

''Heck no!'' I stare at him as if he was crazy. ''We can't even say two words to each other without getting angry!''

''Just.. be civil..'' He sighs.

''I'll try..'' I mumble, not really intending to be civil.

''Good. See you then.''

I pace around the room. None of the dresses I had brought exactly screamed ''Future Luna''. What if they hated me, discovered that I wasn't fit to be class president, much less the co-leader of a giant pack like this one?

I would never learn everybody's name.

About ready to pull my out my hair, I stop everything that I'm doing.

Why do I even care what everybody thinks? It's not like I'm really going to end up as Luna anyway. I'm escaping first chance I get. Grabbing a shot green dress, that I know is comfortable, my leather bracelet, and my favorite pair of converse.

I slip it all on and then fix my hair into a messy side braid. Good enough, I think to myself as I examine my outfit in the mirror.

Taking a deep breath and composing myself, I step outside the room, ready to take on the pack.