My Stupid, Annoying, Possesive, Alpha Mate

Prologue*

The word mates.

Mates. Ever since I was a little girl I had wondered who mine would be, my parents killed in a rogue attack, I had never really realized how important they were. I lived with my aunt, Jasmine whose mate had died and she never talked about it.

I moved from state to state, pack to pack. My aunt and I were considered rogues. When I finally shifted, I found myself thinking about mates more often. My wolf, Lila would talk to me about mates, about how she would be so excited when she finally got one.

The word rejection seemed foreign to me. Although, I had a friend whose mate had rejected her. Died, suicide is my guess.

But, the word seemed to drift away after a while, become a distant memory.

Traditionally, most mates are found at age thirteen or fourteen, when puberty starts. When your wolf shifts. I had a billion theories as to why I didn't have my mate yet.

1. We moved almost every month, to a different pack. I never gave myself the chance to stop and get people to know me.

2. My mate had been killed.

3. My mate didn't look for me.

4. I didn't have a mate.

I had thousands more but those seemed to stick out in my mind. Sure, I had crushes on boys. But whenever I did, I thought about my mate. If I did have one.

At the age of sixteen, I still didn't have a mate.

My aunt and I have been rogues now, travelling through pack lands, trying not to be spotted.

I remember we were sleeping in a tree, on the RedStone pack-lands when my wolf whispered ever so slightly in my head, the word that made my heart jolt.

Mate.