Alpha No

Meeting Daddy

Picture of Katerina's work uniform--->

I know it seems weird in the beginning, but trust me, as the story progresses it will get better!

Chapter 4 is where the chapters start to get longer!

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"Katerina's Pov"

I was just waiting tables at Bill's Diner in Charlotte, North Carolina. It has been a treasured landmark in the city for the past fifty years. I am a short-timer though, having only worked there for six months.

My dad said that if I wanted a vehicle, I had to work to earn the money for it myself. The owner, Bill Jr., has been a family friend forever - before his dad, Bill Sr., even took over the diner. Bill Jr. has an old, rusty 1987 Ford truck. I have always envied it, so here I am toiling to earn the money to make it my own.

It was 11:45 am, fifteen minutes away from my lunch break, when he walked in. As fate would have it, he was seated in my section. Lunch for me was going to have to wait, even though I was starving - like always.

Betsy, a busty blonde with a few gray hairs showing through, leaned over the counter and whispered conspiratorially, "Looks like we have ourselves a handsome young man in here today."

"Yup, and he just had to sit in my section," I replied.

"Be nice now," Betsy replied. "He is really dashing! Go on child, but try to not get all jittery when you talk to him. Okay, sweetie pie?"

She is always messing with me and knew her words would only cause me to turn red before I even got to his table. I just rolled my eyes, and proceeded to walk towards the guy. Betsy is only 45, but has the knowledge of a woman twice her age. Her face has laugh lines and crows feet, but she still manages to not look a day over thirty. I composed myself and spoke up.

"Can I get you anything?" I said nervously.

"No ma'am. I am just waiting on someone," came the smooth reply. My legs quivered at the sound of his voice. What the hell was happening to me?

Then he started to look up, and I whipped my head down. I stared at my shoes as if I was trying to memorize every detail of them. I felt my cheeks start to heat up.

"Well, let me know if you change your mind," I said turning to walk away.

"On second thought, I'll have some coffee. Black, no sugar," he said.

I didn't dare turn around. I mustered up all I could to reply that I was right on it, but it came out weak. I could hear him chuckling behind me.

Back at the counter, Betsy was eager to know what happened, "So, what did he say? Come on, tell me!"

I replied, "Nothing. He just wants coffee."

As we were talking, Betsy filled a coffee cup. When she turned around, she dropped the mug and it shattered into a thousand pieces. I turned to see what she was staring at, wide mouthed, and saw my father had come in and was sitting at not any table, but the table with him.

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"Ky's POV"

"Why the fuck do I have to do it? The man is stubborn. You of all people should know that! He was your best friend!" I screamed at my father.

My chest was rising and falling at abnormal rate. My wolf was just begging to come out.

"Ky! You will do what I say and when I say it! You will not disrespect my orders. Just this once or I will revoke your title." My father roared.

I knew I had no way out of this, so I just turned on my heel, and slammed my bedroom door. My father is one of the best fighters this world has seen. We are equal in our fights, but when it came down to it, I could never hurt my father. Plus I know my mother would have my head. I chuckled quietly to my self as I thought about my mother. That women could scare the devil himself, but I knew she couldn't hurt a fly.

I packed my bags for the trip. I was planning on going anyways, even though I didn't want to. My beta Liam might be a good Beta, but Jake was better. We needed him now more than ever. Rogues are getting dangerously close to our borders. We may be the strongest pack in the U.S. but lately we've been slacking, and who better than Jake, the guy who strikes fear into even my father, to train my pack.

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Now sitting here with Jake, I can see not shifting has started to show, but he still looks like he has just hit thirty. His hair is short, light brown, pushed back, and off to the right. His grey eyes looking just as menacing as they did before. He had crows feet around his eyes, and laugh lines around his mouth. He looked worn out and exhausted. He was still built as if he had worked out everyday. You can tell he was of Alpha descent.

"Hello Ky. You've grown up so much since I last saw you." He said with a smile on his face.

"That tends to happen as years pass." With a smirk on my face, I let out a small chuckle. If I had to be here, then why not fuck around a bit.

"Still a smart ass I see. Doesn't surprise me though. You were always just like your grandfather."

He knew that would piss me off. He had a smile from ear to ear on his face. I was just about to retort a comment that would probably have us duking it out on the floor; when we heard shattering of glass. He would've beaten my ass anyway. We whipped our heads to see an older woman looking at us. Her face was pale as if she had just seen a ghost. Then I saw it.

It's the one and only, Besty. She had used to babysit Jake's daughter and I. I don't remember her name, but I do remember her long medium brown hair that had reached her waist, her grey eyes that she had got from her father, and the dimples she got when she would laugh or even slightly smile. Her hair was always in one long french braid, and her mother had her always in a flowy dress. I remember thinking she always looked like an angel. Dammit. Stop going soft. I reprimanded myself. I saw the waitress girl who had taken my order turn around. Confusion was written across her face. When she looked at us, she froze. She wasn't looking at me but at Jake.

"Dad?" She had croaked out.

Well no wonder he wanted to meet up here. She didn't look any different than before. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, but you could tell it was still long as ever. Those round grey eyes that could have me lost for days looking into them. The yellow dress she wore for the diner hit all of the right places showing off some of her curves.

It was tight fitting untill it hit her hips which is where it flowed out. You could still see her ass without it being like a second skin. I should know, I was starring at her ass when she had turned away from me after she took my order. The dress stopped just above the knee. Her long legs looked as if they never stopped. It was very conservative at the top. You could just make out her collarbone. Then there was a bow tied very neatly on the front of the dress. You could even make out the slight observation of her dimples.

I realized I had been staring for far too long. When I turned back to her father he was pissed. He was giving me the 'don't you even fucking think about it' look. I gave him one of my well known smirks. This just keeps getting better.

This was gonna be fun.