Alpha Grayson

☾ Chapter 1☽

♕ Jasper Steele P.O.V ♕

The wind carried the smell of fresh air and newly formed leaves from the previous season of spring.

Water puddled up on the corners of the roads from the previous light shower of rain and in the distance the grey clouds were retreating from the bright sunrays.

Moore Street houses faced the north woods with its menacing trees glowing during the daylight and creeping shadows covering the house windows at night.

House number 14, a new black panamera porsche pulled into the driveway, old winter leaves hitting its perfect shape.

Hopping out of the beautiful car, I combed my fingers through my long hair, its different shade of blonde shimmering in the light.

I began to walk towards the front door.

The silver cut keys fit perfectly into the door and it opened with ease.

Furniture of the colours white and cream with the hint of blue or black every now and then was the scheme of the house layout.

It was stunning and a bright smile appeared on my face to compliment it.

I dragged my suitcase across a shaggy rug and as the front door closed I began my way up the stairs to my room.

This house originally belonged to my aunt Jennifer before she passed away four months ago.

She was the only family I had left and so now I have taken over her belonging as her will said.

I dropped onto my new bed and closed my eyes. It was a long trip to get to this town.

I used to spend every summer here with my aunt and play in the woods across the road almost every day.

My phone buzzed in my back pocket my butt vibrating snaps me out of my sleepy daze.

Sitting up I open my email app to see that I had received a message from my new boss saying I had gotten the job at the Coffee Shop I applied at.

Starting tomorrow I will officially be creating the perfect coffee.

I had graduated high school around a year ago from now and my reports were the top of all classes and even so my dream job was to own my own coffee shop called the 'Zia Coffee Bar.'

Zia was my mother's name. I only knew her until the age of six was the year she died.

My father died of suicide later that month. They say he died of heartbreak because of my parent connection with each other.

Ever since then I had been whisked from house to house of family members from both sides of the family, but unfortunately most of my relatives were at an old age and later died.

Sighing I walked back down the carpeted stairs and into the kitchen for food only to find every cupboard empty.

I grabbed my keys and threw a coat on before heading out the door once again to find a place to grab something to eat.

Food shopping was defiantly on my list of things to do tomorrow.

The town's centre wasn't to far from my new house, probably a jogging distance of 5-7km, but it meant going through the woods path because of the road works that are going on at the moment.

Detours aren't my thing when I'm running late for events, but this was only dinner so it was all right.

I parked my car in front of a small Chinese take away store and walked inside taking my order and sitting down in an old crusty chair with cushioning that felt like a rug underneath my butt.

"Jasper?" I stood up quickly and took the paper bag with my meal inside.

As I walk out of the take away store I look inside the bag to make sure they put in everything I ordered for, but I accidently walked into someone.

Stumbling back a bit I slowly loose my footing but the person I walked into snaked their hand around my back and as his skin connected to mine the world slowed down.

I looked up into a pair of saffire blue eyes that stood out because of his dark black hair.

I could almost see my own reflection of my cat like silver eyes from his shinning ones.

"Mate."

A growl erupted from his chest and vibrated through the air, but he stopped like he sensed the fear radiating off of me.

He slowly stood up bringing me with him.

"I'm so sorry, I should have been watching where I was going."

Nothing.

I got nothing in response but just his Greek god like eyes taking me in like I was going to run and never come back.

Pursing my lips together I looked behind him to see two other males. One was holding my paper bag full of food and my drink.

I stepped aside from the guy in front of me and walked towards the other two who were bowing their heads almost like they were submitting to me.

Grabbing the paper bag I thanked them again and quickly turned on my heel and walked off back towards my car.

The word 'Mate' ran through my mind almost like it was going to be imprinted there for the whole night and sure enough it did.

I sat in my new living room his eyes sitting in the back of my mind constantly reminding me on what happen an hour ago in the town centre.

Seriously who could have that type of an effect on you? No one has had that effect on me and I'm only twenty years old this year!

Yes I was the youngest through high school, but the early bird always got the worm, but tonight was just weird and I couldn't help but think about it.

I have what my parents use to call a 'gift'. I have a photographic memory that is picture perfect clear.

It's like a small part of my brain files shit but never gets rid of it and when I need it I can use it.

Finishing my meal I throw the chopsticks in the bin and walk up the carpeted stairs and into my room to have a shower.

I empty my pocket content onto my bed and I begin to lift my shirt up but I stopped half way because a vibrating growl ripped through the air around me.

I could scream like a pathetic girl but no one would hear me.

Dropping my hands to my sides I stay facing the open window, white curtains flow as the cold air enters my room.

"Turn around." A deep husky voice cuts the silence and as I turn around bright saffire eyes meet mine once again.

"You? You're from the Chinese place..." I whispered, fear laced my voice and it was almost impossible to hide.

"Indeed I am." He took several steps towards me and as he took his steps I took mine, backwards.

I couldn't look away from his eyes. Those eyes captured me when we first met and here we are again.

"Why are you here?" I said trying to find courage within me to stand up to him.

"Il tuo mia bella compagna." An Italian accent kicked in sending a shiver down my spine. 

"What does that mean?" Taking several steps back I trip over my own feet.

Closing my eyes readying myself for the impact that never came. 

I gasped as a explosion of sparks and tingles go through my back as the man stopped me from falling the second time that day. 

Opening my eyes he was extremely close, our lips almost touching. 

"Your my beautiful mate."