The Alpha Who Saved Me

Chapter 1

Tessa's POV

My name is Tessa Jones. I'm 17 years old. I had just graduated high school a week ago. I'm a human living in a werewolf family. I know weird. I wish I could say why.

You see what I had was considered a disease in our society. I mean nothing was wrong with me physically or emotionally but that's what the doctors said.

You first get your wolf at the age of 13. Some take a little longer but usually they shift before they turn 14. But me I was a whole another case.

I was turning 18 tomorrow and I still hadn't gotten my wolf. It was hard. My parents took me to so many doctors inside and outside the pack. But none could help.

They said if I didn't change before the age of 18 then I could never change . That was in less than 24 hours, so I doubt I'll change. They also said if I had a mate he would encourage my wolf to come out.

But none of the guys in my pack spoke to me. They bullied me and treated me like shit. There wasn't one good guy in my pack. They were all animals. Literally.

I wasn't accepted by my own family. Why should my pack accept me? I'm nothing special. Just a human girl. I do have the scent of a werewolf but ofcourse as I was told many times before, I am not worthy of it.

And to make things worst I didn't have the gifts of a werewolf. Before any werewolf get their wolf they heal fast, run fast, have great hearing and awesome combat skills.

Me on the other hand I was the most clumsy person on earth. I didn't heal or run fast. My hearing didn't go far. Let's just say without my werewolf scent I would be thrown out the pack.

I was a freak. And everybody knew it. I hated myself. Why couldn't I be normal? Why me?

My skin was too pale, my hair was too light, my eyes were too light. I'm not fat nor do I have a sexy body. I was also the shortest in the pack. And I'm 5'3.

I must have been a bad person in my past life. Because this life is cursed. I will always be miserable and suffer. And it's not even my fault. I didn't ask for this. It just happened.

Anyways enough complaining, it's not like my life was going to get better. I'm now stuck home. Being everyone's servent.

"Tessa , I thought I told you I wanted breakfast to be ready by 9 am." My mother says as she barges in. I look at the time and it's 9:01 am.

"I didn't sleep well last night. I must've slept through my alarm." I say scared.

"Your honestly useless. Get your ass up. A few friends are coming over. I don't want them seeing the house like this. Or seeing you. So finish quickly. Here's the list." She says as she hands me it.

I rolled my eye. I did the same thing everyday. I domt know why she bothers herself in writing. It's been the same paper for years now.

You see I'm the youngest member in my family. My father Trevor and my mom Angie . I have 2 big Brothers Calvin (26) and Conner (23). And one big sister Cammi (21). I looked nothing like them I was like an alien.

My family was very respected in our werewolf society. I on the other hand was treated like an omega. Worst even.

I sighed. I wish my life would just turn around for the best. But I knew I shouldn't dream of such impossible things. I really need to stop feeling sorry for myself. I was so pathetic.

I got out of bed and I changed into black baggy sweatpants and a baggy hoodie. I had no clothes. My parents gave me my brothers hamidowns. They were usually big on me and ripped. My sister on the other hand gave her clothes to the poor because they needed it more than me apparently.