The Alpha's Choice

chapter 1.

I didn't know where things started to go wrong in my life. Some said I was unfortunate, some said I was cursed and some said that this was simply the life I deserved to live.

They said that my unfortunate birth made my parents suffer and in time it had become their death sentence. You see they had a happy life which they said came abruptly to a halt at the young age of 25 and 28.

It was an untimely death to say the least but for me as a 2 year old, it was mostly hard to understand why?. Why didn't the people that cared for me come back? And Why did they leave?

In a small manner of weeks I seemed to forgot about them. Ofcourse it was slow, like a vanishing scent or the memory of their voice, but quickly I seemed to fill the void with a sense of loneliness. A simple form of something that I seemed to miss in my life that I simply couldn't understand or remember anymore.

I was placed into foster care of my own pack, but it didn't matter how many times I changed from home to home, it was simply never a loving family. It was a job to fill and they acted like it, as they seemed to only care about the cash that the foster kids could bring into the house.

For the rest they were tough lessons to learn when you grew up, hard labor from the early hours till the end of the day, and short nights. to be honest When I was a kid I cried my eyes out with every punishment I had received, until I simply didn't care anymore.

If I could hold it back I was done crying, done feeling lonely and done with actually feeling anything. So I had learned to keep my head straight, my face poised and unbothered and my mind locked into some kind of fantasie world to cope with the daily misery.

In my fantasie I had hoped that it would all change by the time I was 16. It was the fortunate time to leave foster care and the exciting time to start building a home for my own. Of Course there was no help from the pack and when some pac members had complained against our alpha and luna, it was decided that I should live hidden in the dungeons.

Maybe it was fate or maybe it was the simple superstition of the pack members that I could only bring bad luck. I had heard it all, I caused wolves to fall ill, I caused bad crops and even anything that seemed to step over the border line was my attraction for bad luck.

So the dungeon it was, like a fake criminal living among the real criminals. Mostly they were thieves, but sometimes they shoved a rogue or even a murderer in one of the cells.

Of Course for now I was free to go in and out as long as I kept my curfew. I could go to the kitchen and eat, and I could take care of the dungeon cells that were empty with the exception of mine.

It wasn't a palace but it was dry and well I called it home.

I needed to admit that at first I had fantasized about finding a mate, living in a small cottage that we could call home and in time maybe even start a family of my own. But when I had found him I came quickly back to the harsh reality, that a rejection was his only choice.

Even when it was difficult to deal with at first I seemed to manage over time. So as I always had been, I had given myself the peace that I would always be a loner.

A small smile formed on my face as the sun had settled and the dungeon had become quiet. The small lanterns would be turned off once it would be 22:15 sharp, giving me an exact moment where I knew the exact time.

Not that it was important, while I had managed to get some form of intuition clock inside my head, where I mostly got awake and ready to go to bed around the same time.

Quietly I placed myself on the thin mattress that had been laying on the same spot for the last 5 years just like the thin blankets that came with them. For just a second I watched my wet clothes that i had washed underneath the cold shower that I had in the corner of the cell.