BOUND TO THE ALPHA KING

Chapter 1

Quiet. That's the only way to describe my home right now. My mind however, was running wild. The house was hardly this still, this calm. It was strange to say the least. My aunt was out for the day, out in the North perhaps with the twins. My father's sister was my closest relative and the only family we had. I was left home alone for the first time in a few days and I somewhat appreciated it, I could collect my thoughts. Some people enjoy being alone, many say its peaceful and good for the soul. I on the other hand dreaded the feeling and the thoughts that plagued my mind. I shook my head slightly to distract myself.

Looking out, the rain had stopped. Letting the sun barely creep through the dense and threatening clouds. I caught my reflection in the glass, brown hair, brown eyes and tanned skin. My brown hair cascaded down to the curve of my back. My natural highlights made my soft curls look like dripping honey, well that's what I thought in any case. I had soft features and bright eyes, that seemed to constantly be looking for something. My button shaped nose and full lips complimented my oval face. Perfectly normal, I thought to myself. Nothing out of the ordinary.

The only thing I found extraordinary was the fact that the sun barely shone in this town. That wasn't much of a problem except that my brothers and I constantly looked like we had just returned from a tropical island. What I would do for some sun, i thought. I was growing tired of this never tiring rain and cold temperatures. Perfect weather for werewolves my mother would say, the memory of her smile infiltrating my thoughts. Like the rays of the sun as they banished the darkness and all in it. I smiled at the thought of her. I missed my parents more and more each day, but I shouldn't linger on the subject, it wasn't healthy. Looking out, I saw the damp and lush greenery that was able to mask the sight of a wolf of any size. It was her favourite place to be, I however, thought otherwise. If there were packs in South America and Africa, then any weather would be suitable for a wolf! I was arguing with my mother in my mind, how I wish she were her right now.

My reflection greeted me once again, looking at myself once again, I mulled over my appearance. I was 5 ft. 5, my breasts and hips were not large, but I was not athletic either. Perfectly normal I thought to myself. Here I was, perfectly normal, yet I wanted to be more than normal though. I craved and needed more. Sighing, as more thoughts cluttered my mind. Eighteen years of age, high school behind me and not a single friend to speak for. I was perfectly normal, polite and friendly. I would bend over backwards if anyone had asked me too. Yet, I'm convinced, that was my main downfall. Yes, that definitely was my downfall. I had the twins and that's all that seemed to matter.

I shook my head at myself. What would my mother say of my negative thoughts toward myself? I was doing it again; brooding. Over past tragedies and spilt milk that I shouldn't even be bothered with. Things my mother would tell me was not worth my precious time. My mom was something else; she was stubborn, strong and set in her ways. The life of the party, my father would always say. Honestly, she was the rock of our family, drawing each of us together without realising. She was the sun and we were in her orbit. Drawn to her never ending love and wisdom. I single tear escaped my eye and I wiped it away quickly. Feeling betrayed by my own emotions.

Staring out of the window but actually looking this time, I took in the beauty that was the forest that surrounded my house. The people of the town tend to stay away from it, "dangerous" they had said. "Filled with wild animals". If only they knew, I thought to myself smiling. We were all around them; we were the animals, we were the danger and yet they had no idea. Half of the towns people were actually, well, human. The werewolf population of the town kept to themselves and their Alpha.

I however, appreciated the forest, with its damp and dark corners. It was a piece of the earth that I could enjoy and feel close to. It was the place I could dream and feel my mother's precense closest to me. I had to admit, sometimes I would shift and allow my wolf to fully take control. It was like sitting in the driver's seat of your car, watching someone else steer and shift gears. My wolf; Anastasia was beautiful. She was small for a werewolf. However, what we lacked in size we made up for in grace, speed and agility. I thought of how her beautiful silver coat would glitter when the sun caught it, as the rays shone through the tree tops.