Alpha Gaston

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This story is in the process of being written and updates may start off slow to help progress this story line. Hopefully this is interesting enough to keep your attention. If not I promise that it will all get better. This is my first werewolf story. Please vote and add it to your library for more updates. PLEASE NO HATE/RUDE COMMENTS. All of these are my personal ideas and I would appreciate it if it stayed that way :) Thanks! 👆🏾👆🏾👆🏾 Picture is of 11 year old Amalia (Riele Downs - younger)
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As the wind whips through my hair I enjoy my time outside of the pack house. I close my eyes and run toward the clearing of trees that leads to my home. The red and pink flowers sprinkle the ground and are surrounded by the greenest grass. I think our territory has the best landscape in my opinion. Of course I am biased, it's where I live and I have had the best view while going on my runs. The runs are for my exercise when I am allowed to go out! My father Charles, being the Alpha, is more strict than anyone could ever imagine. Being in my wolf form I feel connected with the land and the outdoors. The rocks lining the clear water is my favorite place to run. I love splashing in the puddles that surround the river from flooding. I am only allowed so far into the river until I could possibly drown. I am not even in my teens yet and my father has already started me on intense swimming lessons. In human form and wolf form, I personally think it's better in wolf form because doggy paddling comes natural to me. As I stop for a short break before I have to continue to head home, I take a sip of water and wait as my wolf grooms herself. She loves it when she gets to take care of herself because it has been weeks since she has been clean. Weeks! That's absolutely disgusting, but when you have a strict father you only have one choice. Do as he says or suffer the consequences. After my drink and cleaning I stretch a little and sharpen my nails on a small piece of bark. I look to the sky noticing time is passing fast and begin running toward my destination.

As I trot toward the lining of the trees the sun shining through the trees makes something small and pale catch my attention. It's a boy! A human boy not much older than I am. He is shivering in the cool fall air and clenching his jaw together so tightly I can make out each muscle in his face. He notices me and is about to try to run, but I stop before he does. I go behind a bush and dig up one of the many hiding spots for clothes my father has buried for me. He won't allow me to be nude at my age, for my modesty and honor he commands I always put clothing on as soon as I shift back. When I am done dressing I peek from around the bush and the boy stares with curiosity. He looks to be around 15 years old and I myself am only 11. I walk up to him slowly and search his face hoping he is okay and not sick. As I get closer to the boy he immediately reaches out to hug me and I am surprised at first then I wrap my arms around him to warm him up because he is freezing! We sit under the tree and make small talk until my father eventually notices I am not back at my scheduled time.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"G--Gas--Gaston." He finally shivers out. I chuckle a little and tell him my name.

"I'm Amalia. Pronounced Ah-mah-lee-yah. Pretty simple once you know how to say it."

"That's a pretty name. Very cool," he tells me sitting straight up now. He looks a bit flustered so I explain everything as best as I can.

"I am a wolf yes. A werewolf actually, because I can be a wolf and a human. And I can change whenever I want to. My parents are both wolves and I am an only child."

"I know about vampires and werewolves and other creatures. My mother is a wolf and my father is a human." I sit up this time and look him in his eyes probably more confused than he is at this point. I think about it for a second and realize I don't know any couples like that in my pack. We are all werewolves and have been born from werewolves.