Not My Idea Of Mate

Greatest. Morning. Ever.

"For fuck's sake, Abe! Are you ever on time?" Great, I'm already late because of my damn brother.

"Jesus Christ, Arnold! Do you ever shut the fuck up! It's not my fault that you were using my charger last night when you could've used yours! My phone is my only alarm!" It's true, though. Last night Arnold complained about his charger being in the basement and it being "too far away". His words, not mine.

"Children, if I as much as hear another curse word coming out of your mouths, I will wash them with soap! And not the type that smells good!" The moment my mother said those words, my brother and I shut up.

It was currently 7:43. We had to get to school by 7:30 to have enough time to get our books and other stuff for school ready. And now, we had to hurry because we only had 17 minutes before school starts. Great.

I hurriedly tug on the nearest pair of high-waisted denim shorts on, along with a black tank-top with my favorite black high tops. I looked into my drawers to find my gold charm bracelets I had gotten for my friend and I during summer when we visited Hawaii.

Yes, I was going to be a senior this year. I'm so nervous, yet so excited. Aha! Nervicited! My best friend since diapers and I had agreed on the same outfits along with the same everything. We were practically sisters. We had been there for eachother through thick and thin. During our 1st break-ups? We were there. Stitches? There. School? Been there, done that.

Her pack house was just a 25-minute walk from my pack house. Pack house? Yes, I'm a werewolf. I'm currently 17 1/2 just like my best friend. Funny story, actually. Harper's -my best friend- mom was entering labor when my mom's water broke. Our dad's have high-rankings, and them possesive and all, wouldn't allow anyone besides family to go near us. So dad had to get my Aunt Carol from San Francisco to deliver me.

I said I had an older brother didn't I? Yes, okay. Well, technically, he's not my brother. He's adopted. But nevertheless, I treat him like a sister would treat a brother. Like a pain in the ass. But when I was younger, he was protective as hell. When I was in 6th grade and Arnold was in 7th, a boy was asking me out and kept trying to be near me 24/7. Let's just say that's how my brother put my arch-nemesis in a coma. It was awesome anyways. He's gonna go to his new college next week, but for now, he's stuck giving me rides to school 'til my parents buy me my new red car. Great.

My name's Abbelinda Motgomery, by the way. My pack's name is The Dark Wolves Pack. Why, you ask. My whole family consists of coal black, dark grays, and dark browns of color in fur. It's pretty awesome really. But my wolf was different, and I wasn't exactly praised for it. My wolf was considered red with grays and light browns in her fur. When I 1st shifted last year in my 16th birthday, my fur was a shade lighter, and I was much smaller. That's how people found out that I was different. So when I shifted, my wolf told me we were destinied for greatness,

My arch-nemesis' ex-girlfriend was boasting about her shifting into her wolf, when she asked me about my shifting. I of course, shut my tramp and walked away, but the bitch liking my discomfort chased after me and got me to tell her all about my wolf along with a 2nd-degree burn to spill the beans out of me. All I told her was that I had a red wolf. Now that I think about it, there aren't many red wolves around the world. But they exsist though.

Red wolves are known for being killing machines with razor sharp teeth, eyes that shine silver or gold, and being huge in size. As big as an Alpha even. After all the books I've read, I've actually never heard of a red wolf with a high ranking. Especially an Alpha. Yet here I am. The next heir to become Alpha. But what I want to know about packs is why are males so against Female Alphas. Yes, there's Female Alphas rather than just me. But what I find intriguing is that I'm the only Female Alpha in all of North America and a red wolf at that. Awesome, or not? But if you're thinking, 'Please, it's not awesome at all.' Then you're officially insane. And I mean it.

By the time we pull up in the school's parking lot closest to the main building, everyone has already gone inside. Crap! 2 minutes! Great.

I hurriedly rush over to my locker farthest from the campus and got out all the books I needed for my 1st class: History. Ugh. I rushed into Mr. Derns' classroom only to find everyone staring at me wide-eyed. Clearly, no one had seen me since the week before school ended last year. I had lost atleast 3/4 of my weight and I had gotten a slight tan that made my eyes look extremely light blue along with my choice of clothes. Old me wouldn't be caught dead in these clothes, especially since I was self-conscious before.

As soon as Mr. Derns notices the class has gone deadly silent, he whirls around and glares at me. Lucky for me, his phone rings and he is steps out of the classroom in a swift motion. Once the door is slammed shut, everyone stares at me like a piece of meat. More like the boys. Girls just sneer and glare my direction. The guys bombard me with questions as I look for a seat. And just my luck, the air smells so nice. It smells just like chocolate and caramel. I lift my nose up and whiff the air. People around me notice the sign of finding a mate and they all have smiles in their faces. Desperate much?

I look around the classroom frantically until I am met with the most beautiful eyes. It feels like the world has frozen around me untill it sinks in. After everyone's gaze lands on this certain boy, their eyes widen in shock. I look back at my mate and a vicious growl is heard through out the class and the windows in the left side of the room actually shake. That's when I realize that the person that growled was me. And the reason being MY mate is sucking faces with another she-wolf. Anger rools off of me in waves and my so does my power. Boys bow down their heads while girls gape looking at me like I'm the scariest thing on Earth. As MY mate and the she-wolf tear apart, I meet the she-wolf's gaze and let out another growl that causes heads to snap up. Great.

The she-wolf was none other than the sluttiest, most horrifying beast on Earth. It was my arch-nemesis' ex-girlfriend. Summer Stevenson. Ugh. She reeked of a ghastly scent and was mixed with MY mate's smell. No, I don't give a damn about what people may think but when you touch what's truthfully MINE, you don't get away with it. I am an Alpha after all. And with me being a Female Alpha, I happen to be jealous. Summers only smirks realizing what is happenning and I stalk towards her. As I was about to shift infront of everyone, a hand touches my shoulder and I turn the person around bending this certain person's arm behind their back in what looks like the most painful way. I pin the female down on the ground and growl loudly. Wait. . . Female? I breathe in the scent and notice that it's Harper. She looks at me in awe as I release her from my grasp. I smile apologetically at her and turn around to glare at MY mate sucking faces with Summer. That bitch!

I tear her away from MY mate and look at the boy who looks mad. An angry Alpha. . . I wonder what would happen if I made him angrier. Eh, who the hell cares anyway. I look to the corner of the room at Summer as she stares at me in fear. She reeks of it. I stalk to her and lift her up by her throat. She sinks her nails into my arm as I pull her up higher until I hear MY mate's voice.

"Put her down, mutt." He all but snarls at me. I drop Summer in the ground and stalk to him as people part like the red sea. He might be taller than me by a few inches, but I don't let that faze me. We stand a few centimeters apart from eachother, noses nearly touching. I glare at him and he glares at me. Before he can open his mouth to speak, I beat him to it.

"You low-life asshole! How could you! You don't wait for your mate? How dare you? How could you? You don't deserve to be Alpha! You don't deserve my respect as your future Luna!" I shut my mouth as it sinks in into these people's minds. He glares at me as hard as I was glaring at him a while ago, but what he does next is just despicable.

Slap!

He slapped me. My mate slapped me. That's gonna leave a bruise. I look up to meet his eyes are no longer angry. They look like they'll pop out of their sockets any second. A million emmotions flash through his eyes. But the one that caught my eye was regret. Oh, I'll make him feel more than regret.

I move away from him as he takes a step closer to me as I put a hand infront of his chest, but without touching him.

"You fucking asshole! You just slapped the Dark Wolves Pack's Alpha! Look what you've done!" I stare wide-eyed at Harper, as she glares daggers at my mate. Huh, who would've thought that Harper, the shy, friendly Harper could curse? Even yell at an Alpha! Amazing. I'd clap my hands right now, but that just'd seem weird.

As the words sink into his miserable brain, he looks at me with pleading eyes. But before he can utter a word. I knock him out with punch straight to his jaw. Great.

3 words.

Greatest. Morning. Ever.