The Alpha King

Chapter 1

So this is my first book that I've ever written! I really appreciate everyone who reads it and I really hope you enjoy it! Feedback is definitely welcomed and yeah that's it... happy reading!

I walked into class, taking my seat in the front near the window I rested my hand under my chin. Looking out of the window I saw most of the pack teenagers sitting under the huge apple tree in the front of the school.

There they are laughed and had fun with one another. Enjoying the sun beaming down on their skin and each others blissful company, while I sat all by myself, in this cold classroom.

I was all alone in this big world.

I don't think anyone really knows what it's like to be lonely. They don't know how it can make one feel so unworthy. Not having friends or company is a strange feeling. It's just you against the world. It's always been like that, for as long as I can remember,  I was the kid no one wanted to hang out with.

I wasn't awkward or strange, absolutely normal. I think I just gave of an aura which made people want to stay away from me.

I really did try fitting in, I thought I did at least. I dressed and acted just like everyone else yet they shunned me. I never even got bullied just ignored and left out.

I always tried to make myself think of the positive factors in the matter as I had my two loving parents that I adored and vise versa but when they died five years ago I just gave up smiling, laughing, trying and thinking positive.

My adopted parents lost their daughter around the same time I lost my parents and so our Alpha thought it would be a great idea for them to adopt me, I got parents and they got a daughter.

It was such a fast and forced decision before both of us even relized what had happened, boom I was a daughter again and they were parents. I know they tried to be good parents but I just couldn't connect with them like I did with my parents.

I hardley spoke to them at first but after spending four and a half years with them I became more comfortable with them. They are sweet and caring but I know they will never be able to replace the ones I lost but at least they try.

I became a hard bitter person. I just didn't know how else to express the raging emotions that swirl inside of me.

There like an oceans storm, dark, thunderous, terrifying, they crash inside of me like waves gone wild, high and dangerous. I began to wear black and had a sudden urge for ear piercing and a lot of rings.

I didn't dye my hair random colours  or get crazy tattoos though, I simply wore black. I just felt I could communicate my feelings through the way I dressed and acted.

They were all bottled up inside of me and having no one to talk to and not having the strength or energy to talk to a therapist I let them out through my appearance.

I wore black eyeliner most days and it made my brown eyes pop and gave me a more threatening look. It also matched my natural blackish brown  hair which was a total coincidence.

Some people gave me weird looks. I didn't blame them with my black leather signature jacket and black skinny jeans with a random top and plenty of earings and rings, toped with black hair and dark eyeliner. I would be wary of me too.

I was a total opposite to the other werewolves. They were all pretty normal with just a different shade of elegance and beauty.

They were different and gave of an invisible aura of power and difference. They were all cherry and gay while I was just well me.

Most of the wolves in my pack had found their soul mates which filled a missing part of them and gave them an extra boost of happiness and meaning.