The Alpha's Mate

The Alpha's Mate - Chapter 9

Word count - 782

It had been a few months since the accident. I had turned 20, graduated and had just stayed in my room. doing the bare minimum. Showering, eating, sleeping and occasionally going to the bathroom summed up all of the activity I took part in.

"Katherine!" Xavier shouted from downstairs.

"What?"

I waited for a minute or so and yet received no response.

"Xavier!?" Still nothing.

"For fuck sake."

I trudged slowly out of my room, still wearing my pyjamas even though it was 2pm.

"That's more like it, you need to get out of your room more Katherine. You've been holed up there ever since you finished school. I mean, when was the last time that you ate something?"

I thought about that for a minute, I think I had pizza this morning, or was that yesterday? The days were becoming blurred.

"That's right, not even you can remember. Now go upstairs and get changed, we're going to go to a party later tonight."

"You barely let me wear clothing that doesn't go past my knees, so what's with the party invitation all of a sudden?" I gave him a dead stare. Maybe he could see through my emotionless gaze how much I would prefer staying at home.

"Maybe because I can't stand you being depressed anymore."

I took a moment to stare at Xavier. After having the big fight that we had on that night, we hadn't spoken much, it was mostly me avoiding him. But that changed after I shifted. We had bonded more, as he had helped me a lot through the shift and adapted. The accident had triggered the shift, according to Xavier, but I don't remember much

"Well maybe it's because I've had a very rough couple of months."

"We all have Katherine, but Kohl and I are trying our best, lord knows I just want to lay in my bed all day and do nothing, but whats happened has happened and there is nothing we can do now, expect continue fighting do the things that we think would make them proud."

I sighed inwardly. I had learnt a lot over the past couple of months. My brother was the Alpha of the Grievers pack that we were currently in. And Noah, my friend from a few months ago was still lingering around as well.

"Okay. Where is this party?"

"It's at one of the pack members houses, the Gamma's house."

"Which one is he?" Over the past couple months I had also met a very large number of 'pack members'. They had been in and out of my house constantly, apparently my dad had been highly respected throughout the pack.

"His name is Bryan, he came over a couple of times when.." He trailed off. There had been that many people that had come through the house, I couldn't even remember half of them if I tried. I didn't understand who they were at the time, but I have come to realise that most were part of the pack.

"When are we leaving?" I advanced toward my bedroom once more, catching my reflection in one of the mirrored panels in the kitchen. I looked like how I felt, shit.

"In about 30 minutes, I have to get there a bit earlier, I have pack stuff to do."

I nodded my head slightly at his response. The first thing I did was shower, because months of lying in bed meant that I constantly smelt terrible. I washed my hair and brushed my teeth, making a mental note to shave. The body hair had become out of hand. Once I was done I hopped out and walked into my closet, sighing out loud at having to stand for longer than it took to go and grab cold pizza.

"Maybe I should actually try and look nice tonight." I mumbled as I glanced at my dresses. All of them seemed too bright and happy now, even though they were mostly muted greys and black, so I made a mental note to go shopping, even though it would probably never happen, and if it did, coming to terms with the fact that I would hate it after 30 minutes and leave.

I decided on a long sleeve black dress, that had ruching on the left and right sides. I didn't imagine this party being one that was formal. I followed this by doing a really boring makeup look, which mostly consisted of tinted moisturiser and mascara.

"Are you ready Katherine?"

I did a once over on myself, and came to terms with the fact that I would barely be able to hold myself together.

"I'm coming."