The Alpha's One and Only

Chapter 1

I smashed my fist down on the alarm clock, abruptly ending its shrieking in my ears. Groaning, I sat up wiping the sleep out of my eyes. "Hunter!" My moms voice carried from the Pack House's kitchen. "Get your lazy tail up now! You don't want to be late again for school!" To Hell with school... I thought, throwing on yesterday's shirt and jeans. Digging through my piles of clothes, chaoticly thrown around my room, I pulled out a pair of socks and slipped them on. "Hunter!" This time it was my dad's voice. "I'm coming! Keep your fur on..." I mumbled. I threw my school books and a pencil or two into my backpack and left my room. Entering the kitchen I was greeted by the sight of my parents lip-locked. "Gross! Come on guys.. Quit rubbing it in." After five more seconds, they pulled apart, and in that time I had done snatched a muffin out of the fridge. "Pretty soon we won't have to be rubbing it in, cause hopefully today you'll find your mate. Happy 18th birthday, son." My dad said, crushing me in one of his hugs, causing me to choke on my muffin. "Careful! I don't want my son to die!" My mom said, pulling my dad away from me. Ugh.. "I have to go..." I muttered as they started kissing again.

I started up my tardis blue mustang, and grinned as Metallica's Master of Puppets started blasting through the speakers. Shifting into first gear, I tore out of the driveway, already going nearly eighty miles, leaving tire marks in the road. Today was my day and surely nothing was going to stop me. "Flint's Classic Rock Authority... 103.9 The Fox... " I turned the radio down seeing as now pointless commercials were now going to start playing. Why on earth couldn't they make radio stations without commercials? I thought turning into the schools parking lot. Being the future alpha of my pack, most in the school kept there distance from me. The only ones not keeping there distance was Logan, my future beta, Randall my future third-in-command, and the countless number of females swooning over me. I had just started walking into the hall towards my Trigonometry class, when Elizabeth, having been dubbed "Queen of the Sluts" by the rest of the countless students here, leaped in front of me. Clearly her and her wolf did not get the message through their thick skulls the last time, as she seductively said, "Hi Hunter." In her thick British accent. Even though we felt no pull towards her, my eyes still roamed over her. She was wearing a pink nearly see through top, with the neck line far below the school's limits, clearly trying to tell any male unmated wolf to "Look at me!" I sighed. "What do you want, Elizabeth?" I asked, glancing up at the clock. Already it was 8:57AM, class started 27 minutes ago. She flashed her white perfectly straight teeth at me, and twirled her blonde hair. "I'm having a party tonight, and figured I'd invite you." She said. I opened my mouth to object and tell her that I can't, but she jumped the gun on me. "You'll come? That's great! See you there!" And spun off dashing to her English class. Great... I thought, now she'll go gossip to her friends. I pushed my classroom door open, interupting Mr. Hooligan in the middle of his lecture. He glared at me. "This is the fifth time you've been late, Mr. Wallace." He said, pointing to the back of the class room. "Sorry." I muttered, hearing a few others snicker. I plopped down in the desk, and pulled out my trig book. I was just about to start doodling, clearly already bored after seeing today's lesson, when the most irresistible scent caught me and my wolf off guard, and had us both zeroing in on the small brown haired female nearly at the front of the class, whose nearly black eyes were undoubtedly staring right back at me.

Mate! Mate! My wolf howled. I was so caught up in my excitement, that I banged my left knee into my desk, knocking everything off of it. Immediately all eyes in the classroom were on me. Shit... I thought, as Mr. Hooligan came tromping back towards me. "Mr. Wallace, Go to the principle's office now." He said handing me a detention slip.