My Totally Normal Life

Chapter Eleven - The Alpha Who Is My Mate Kidnapped me?!

* The Alpha Who Is My Mate Kidnapped me?! * 

I gasped, pressing a hand to my mouth. Before I could move, the silver wolf launched forward, turning into a human in the blink of an eye. In her hand, she held a cloth, and she pressed it against my face. Eyes wide, I struggled, kicking out at the figure, but she held fast. Holding my breathe so as not to breath in whatever was on the cloth, I saw the edges of my vision going dark. My lungs screamed for air, and the last thing I heard were the words of the alpha; my mate.

"Take her back to camp."

Then darkness smothered my vision.

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I woke. My mind was numb. My head was numb. My fingers were numb.

Everything was damn numb.

I opened my eyes slowly, squinting a little at the harsh sunlight that seeped in through the tent.

The tent.

Wait. What?

It came flooding back to me. The mission to kill Archer McHottie, seeing his bed empty and two wolves crouched there, as though waiting for me. The words of the alpha wolf seared into my mind, so brightly that I couldn't forget them.

You're my mate.

I'm the mate to the alpha.

Holy crap.

There was a rustle of movement at the front of the tent, and I stiffened, realizing that I'm tied down.

The silver wolf I had seen on the window sill nosed the flap of the tent open, trotting in. It's icy blue eyes looked at me, and I could tell instantly that it hated me. I instantly hated it too. Because why the hell not. There was a bright flash of light, and there, standing before me, was a girl.

She was small, petite, with large brown eyes, full lips, and a practically perfect body. Boobs so big someone really needed to go over with a pin and burst them open. Seriously, they were at breaking point, the person would be doing her a favor.

Of course, this put her onto the slutty slut list.

And, of course, I hated her.

"Hi," she said, and smiled little.

Bitch. Complete bitch.

"Insert some witty reply," I sneered, and her face seemed to fall.

"Yeah, I'm really sorry about having to--"

"You know, shut up!" I screamed. "I know you're just trying to steal my man! He's mine okay?" At this point, I wasn't really sure who I was talking about: Archer McHottie, Roberto LoveTriangle, or the mysterious alpha mate one, but who cares. Big boobs was trying to steal my man (men?) and I wasn't going to let her do that to me. I was a strong female heroine so of course I was entitled to treat every other female as a bitch. Clearly, they're trying to steal my men.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh God, they were right about you," she muttered.

"WHAT?!" I shrieked. I kicked my legs uselessly, and even my super cool assassin skills weren't enough to break the bounds. "WHAT DID THEY SAY ABOUT ME?!"

"Nothing... Whatever. Anyway. Can you please stop shouting? Just because werewolves are mythical creatures doesn't mean we don't need to sleep."

"Opportunity-for? Opportunity-for?" a deep sexy British accent said from outside the tent. I fainted from the deep sexiness of the voice and quickly and came back to consciousness. What did the mysterious person mean, Opportunity-for?

The girl must have registered my confusion. "It's my name," she explained. "My full name is Opportunity-for Girl-on-Girl Hate, but it's Opportunity-for, for short."

I frowned. What a strange name.

The tent flap opened and a tall figure strode in.

I thought I was going to faint.

It was clearly the alpha. But it was clearly someone else.

Archer McHottie. 

Authors Note: A little longer chapter. So yeah. What do you think of Opportunity-for Girl-on-Girl Hate? Thanks for all your support! (500 reads?!?!) Don't forget to vote and comment. :-)