I, Alpha.

Chapter 8: Birthday Wishes and Missions

This is a must read filler chapter. It is pretty long but necessary for the rest of the story.

"Well, why not?" I ask Mom while taking my clothes out of the closet.

"Well, I don't want to be a bother," she explains.

"Well this room will be free, I'm moving next door and Mykey will be across from you. You will be safer here than anywhere else."

I place my clothes on my bed.

"You can go back to the house tomorrow and take some members and pack most of your stuff and we'll bring everything by next week."

"Okay," she says giving up, throwing her hands up in the air.

"And I feel more comfortable with you living here than 15 miles away."

"Okay then. I will go pack up a bag then."

I nod my head as she leaves.

She pokes her head back in. "And Michelle?"

"Yeah?" I ask looking up.

"I know you don't really obsess over it but, happy birthday."

"Thanks Mom."

She leaves.

I grab my clothes and transfer them into the Alpha closet.

Walking back to my room I see Becca walking down the hallway, toward me.

"BECCA!!!" I exclaim.

"EM!!!" She responds.

We run into each others arms and hug each other.

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"Why didn't you tell me you were a witch?" I asked her.

"Well why didn't you tell me you were a werewolf?" She asks, countering my question.

We are sitting on my new bed in the Alpha room.

"Touche. So how long have you known you were a witch?"

"All my life," she answers. "My whole family is full of witches and wizards. We are the 2nd most powerful family in the Wizard world."

"Wow, well who's the 1st most powerful?" I ask.

She took a second and looked unsure of herself. "I actually forgot the name," she says a smile forming on her face.

She stands up from the bed. "Well I have to go. I just told my mom that I was staying at your house for the night."

"Okay, thanks for doing this for me. And how is Charles?" I ask.

She blushes as soon as his name.

"NO, he didn't...wait...so...did he confess?"

She nods her head.

"Omigosh when? How could I have missed that?"

She attempts to escape by immediately running to the door.

I quickly grab her arm dragging her back to the bed.

"Nope, you can't get away from this one."

She plops down on the bed and sighs in defeat.

"Okay, so 2 days ago we were sitting on my bed and just finished the last episode of Orange is the New Black," she starts.

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Becca's POV

"But who would win a fight Crazy Eyes or Pennsatucky?" I ask Charles.

We are sitting on my bed, eating popcorn, coming up with "Who would win the fight?" questions.