The Protected Alpha

Chapter 1

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EMILY'S POV:

Hi, my name is Emily Parker. I'm sixteen years old, and I'm an only child. Well, I wasn’t supposed to be—I had a twin sister, but she died in the womb, leaving me to come into this world alone.

It’s just me and my dad now. My mom died eleven years ago when I was six. According to my dad, it was a car accident on her way home, but I can’t remember much about that day. The memory is a blur, like a puzzle with missing pieces, and part of me doesn’t fully believe his story.

After she died, I wasn’t the same. I became withdrawn, hiding away from the world. I stopped talking to people and shut myself off from anything that reminded me of what I’d lost. My dad tried his best to make up for it. He became both my mother and father, doing everything he could to fill the void. Even though he tried to hide it, I could see the pain in his eyes—he was hurting just as much as I was, if not more.

The nightmares started not long after. At first, they only came once or twice a month, but eventually, they became more frequent. I’d wake up in a cold sweat, clutching my chest, unable to shake the feeling that something was wrong. People in town didn’t make it any easier. Rumors spread, saying I was the reason my mom died. Kids avoided me because their parents told them I was cursed. It hurt, but I kept it all inside. Even when I found out it was my so-called best friend spreading those lies, I didn’t retaliate. My dad wanted to get the authorities involved, but I begged him not to. I told him it didn’t bother me, even though it did.

On my thirteenth birthday, my dad gave me a dog—Storm. He said it was a gift from my mom. Storm is huge, with a presence that scares people off, but he’s gentle with me. He’s been my closest friend ever since.

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This morning started like any other chaotic day. I overslept. My alarm didn’t wake me—or maybe I just didn’t hear it. Either way, I scrambled out of bed, rushing through my morning routine. Today was my first day at a new school in a new town, and I didn’t want to be late. After a quick shower, I threw on the first clothes I could find. I wasn’t like the typical high school girls who spent hours planning their outfits. My style was simple: jeans, a hoodie, and whatever else was clean.

Downstairs, my dad was making breakfast. “Good morning, Bun,” he greeted with a warm smile.
“Morning, Dad,” I replied, sitting at the table as he placed a plate of toast and eggs in front of me.

“You nervous about school?” he asked, his tone casual but knowing.

“A little,” I admitted. “But I’ll manage.”

“Remember what the therapist said—you need to make friends.”

I rolled my eyes, not wanting to have this conversation again. “Dad, I have you and Storm. That’s enough for me.”

He sighed but didn’t push it further. After breakfast, we headed to the car. As he drove, he glanced at me. “Emily, you know you don’t have to hide behind that hoodie forever.”

I pulled it tighter over my head. “Maybe someday,” I mumbled, looking out the window.

When we arrived at the school, he parked and smiled at me. “You’ll be fine, Bun. Just give it a chance.”

“I will,” I promised, even though I wasn’t sure I meant it.

“I love you,” he said before I got out.

“I love you too,” I replied, smiling back.

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Walking into the school felt like stepping onto a stage, with every eye in the hallway locked on me. Whispers followed me as I made my way to the principal’s office. I tried to ignore them, keeping my gaze down until I reached the door.

Inside, a friendly-looking woman greeted me. She handed me my schedule and locker number, asking if I needed someone to show me around. I declined, eager to be on my own.

Biology was my first class, but I got lost trying to find it. After wandering aimlessly, I finally worked up the courage to ask a girl with dark brown hair for directions. She pointed me to the first door on the left.

When I walked into the classroom, all eyes turned to me again. The teacher asked who I was, and after a brief introduction, I was directed to a seat at the back near the window. The stares followed me as I sat down, but I ignored them, focusing on the trees swaying outside.

The day dragged on. In my next class, I was surprised to see the girl from the hallway sit beside me. “We meet again,” she said with a smile.

I nodded but didn’t respond.

“I’m Teresa,” she said, extending a hand. When I didn’t take it, she pulled it back with a laugh. “No problem. We’ll get there.”

She was chatty, and I wasn’t sure how to handle it. She asked about my hoodie, and I hesitated before answering. “I have a scar,” I said finally.

Her expression softened. “Well, I hope you’ll let me see what’s under there someday.”

I didn’t respond, but something about her felt different. Maybe, just maybe, this new start wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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