The Girl Who Changed The Alpha's Life (UNDER MAJOR CONSTRUCTION)

Chapter 1

Trailer by fearisweakness. 

This is my first story on Wattpad. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. 

EDITED.

(Avery' s POV):

My heart is beating wildly as I slip behind a broad oak tree. Quickly bending over, I snatch a fistful of dirt off of the ground, smothering the soil all over my oily skin, praying that it will conceal my scent from him. 

I stand as straight as a pin, my back pressing flush against the bark of the tree. My breathing is ragged from sprinting away, and I do my best to cover the broken pants escaping my mouth. My heart is thumping wildly, my fists clenched to my sides.  

A snap of a stick breaking catches my attention, and I whirl my head around, searching for its source.

When I don't see anything, I tightly close my eyes, praying that he can't find me. That the noise was simply the forest playing tricks on my mind, that I am safe and the oak I stand by will protect me. That he will never find me again. Never touch me, make me look into his soulless eyes, and force me to beg for his violations of my body.

I pray.

There's nowhere I can run. He would surely catch me. All I can do is stand still, hope he gives up, that he can't find me here.

I pray.

Please, if there's a God, help me now. Of all the times in my life, help me now. Protect me.

I pray.

My eyes are still squeezed shut, my uneven breathing still calling attention to me. I start to feel a warm stream of air flowing onto my face. It smells foul.

My eyes shoot open.

Alpha Dylan is standing right in front of me, a smug grin covering his repulsive face. His warm current of breath flows onto my face.

"I told you I would always find you, sweetheart." 

A shrill scream pierces the evening air, and it takes me a moment to realize that it belongs to me.

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Without warning, my head darts from the plush pillow it was resting on. 

It was just a dream. 

A dream of a memory, really.

I shudder as cold sweat runs down my body, and the goosebumps remain on my freezing skin. I have escaped that now. It's okay now. I will never see that man again. I am safe. It's over.

I just moved to Virginia last week with my parents to escape that life. To escape Dylan. 

It's a nice place here. I moved from Florida and it's a definite adjustment, but I like it. Anyone could say that if they were in my prior situation though.

I quiver at the bad thoughts.

Think about how good things are here. How nice it is now. How safe, My wolf urges me. Think about the friendly places you've visited, the kind souls you've met. 

The antique shop I went to was quite pleasant. An elderly woman and her granddaughter owned the store. The small glimmering knick knacks were nice to look at, and the shiny china was beautiful. It was a nice place, I think to myself, glancing at the small porcelain figurines now sitting on my shelf. 

The town is very small, so mostly everyone knows each other it seems. In the heart of the town there is a small bank, a photo shop, a bakery, a pub, an ice cream parlor, and in all, it just makes it seem so homey. I can definitely get used to it quickly.