The Runaway Heir

Chapter One: Royalty Sucks

Alison's POV

     "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" the waitress said.

     "It's okay." I said to her for the who-knows-how-many times now.

     "I'm really, really sorry." she cried, "Please forgive me!"

   People whispering, widened eyes locked at me and the waitress.

   My top is wet, drenched from the hot coffee that was spilled into my belly.

     "It's okay, seriously, now get up, don't kneel and please stop apologizing." I said nicely to the lady kneeling in front of me, bowing her head, showing her apology for what had happened.

   Apparently, here I am in a corner of a coffee shop, trying to get this lady to stand up and stop apologizing. I said I was okay for how many times already yet she's still on her knees still asking for forgiveness.

   I came here for a cup of coffee and this is what I get.

   Just to clear things out to avoid any misunderstandings, I am not furious about the waitress spilling coffee all over my shirt. I am furious about how this simple accident became a big scene. I mean seriously, I hate it when I draw attention every single time I try my hardest not to.

   And for further clarification, I am not shy. Shyness is not the reason why I try not to draw attention. It's actually irritaion. I'm irritated at how people always stare when I'm around like it's their job to do so.

   Believe me, I've had enough of all these attention. Wanna know why?

   Well, before I tell you, let me introduce myself first.

   I'm Alison and unfortunately, I'm a heir.

   Heir of the Blue Moon pack. Yup. The biggest and strongest here in the US. Not that I'm bragging but, that's what weres say and unfortunately, it's the truth.

   Now, you would ask me, 'Why do I consider it unfortunate?'

   Well here's a thing you should know. Being the daughter of the Alpha of the biggest and strongest pack in the whole country isn't that great. To top it all, being heir makes it a million times worse.

   At least that's what it is for me.

   I know, I know. I should appreciate what I have 'cause every werewolf dreams to be me, to be treated royalty, and to have the life I'm living. But you know what? I on the other hand, dream to be them. The average weres. Have a family, belong to a pack, find my mate someday. Just as simple as that.

   I never dreamt of being an alpha's daughter, let alone be the heir of the biggest and strongest pack in the whole United States. You may say I never dreamt being heir 'cause I already am, but, truth is, I never really wanted to be. I even wish the moon goddess would have given me a different life.

   God! If my father could hear me right now! I could imagine his face all red with smoke coming out from the holes of his nose and ears just like those cartoons I used to watch. Very comical indeed.

   Now you would understand why the waitress made so much of a deal to kneel before me and ask forgiveness countless of times, and now, you would see why the weres inside this coffee shop has their eyes all set on me and the lady.

   In simplier terms,

   They consider me royalty. But let me tell you this...

   Royalty sucks.

   Then, out of the blue, an old man came out and was in front of me. He was shooting glares at the waitress who spilled coffee on me, earning a whimper from her. I could see in her face that she was scared. I took another look at the old man and saw something pinned on his right chest. "MANAGER" it said. So now I get why the waitress is scared. She's probably afraid of loosing her job or getting fired. Then the old man began talking,

     "Miss Campbell, I apologize for the incommodity. I will assure you that this waitress would be punished for what she did."

   Punished? She'll be fired or something? I can't let that happen. It was just an accident for God's sake! I can't bear the thought of her losing her job because of the little incident that just happened. So I spoke immediately,

     "No need to apologize, I'm okay. And there's no need to punish her for anything. It was just an accident."

   The waitress' face brightened because of what I said. On the other hand, the manager's face was still a little grumpy, considering the fact that he glared at the waitress, making her look down on the floor once again.

   Then, finally, I heard the familiar horn of a car. I took a quick glance behind me and saw Nicole, sitting in her car, waving her hand at me. I faced the waitress and the manager once again.

     "Oh, there's my ride. So, I gotta go now." I said, while picking my bag and stuffs on my table.

   Before I left the coffee shop, I said,

     "I'm looking forward to seeing you here the next time I come," I looked at her name tag and smiled, "Rachel."

   I walked towards Nicole's car, opened the door, put my stuffs at the back seat and sat on the passenger seat. Nicole was holding back her laughter. And it took minutes before she spoke up,

     "Your top is wet."

     "No shit Sherlock. Really?" I said sarcastically.

     "Woah, looks like the Princess is in a bad mood." she raised her eyebrows.

     "Quit calling me that Nicky. You know I hate being called a princess." I said, rolling my eyes at the princess part. "Let alone being treated like one." I added.

     "Yeah, yeah. So let me guess what happened. A waiter spilt coffee on you and once again, it drew a lot of attention." she stated.

   I looked at her weirdly, wondering how she knew that.

     "It was a waitress." I corrected.

     "Yah. Is she the one called Rachel?" she asked.

     "Yeah. How did you know that?"

   She didn't say anything. It took me a second to realize...

     "Those weres in that coffee shop." Ugh. Of course they would inform every were in the pack. I just shrugged the thought out. "Let's just go back to the pack house. I have a feeling those guards informed my father too. Dad probably has something to say again."

   Nicky nodded and hit the wheels. This was what I was talking about. Today, Nicky and I were supposed to go out and have fun. But all plans were ruined just because of what happened in that coffe shop. Great. Oh how I love my life.

   Not.