Wolves // Harry Styles

Chapter 1

The snow was cold as it brushed her cheeks. It wasn't what she had imagined  the first day she would meet her mate would be, but then again, not much would compare to her fantasy.

She had dreamed of running into strong arms and feeling them pull her against his chest, the warmth spreading between them and immediate sparks. She's willing go with him after introducing him to her family and go to his pack. He would be soft with her but a strong man, a nice wolf who had a solid future. Maybe a warrior or hunter.

But that isn't what Rosalie was going to get.

Most female wolves would quite literally kill to be mated to an alpha. It was one of the highest honors, being a woman of the pack and becoming Luna was what little girls dreamed of. The luna was sacred, important to the whole pack. A respected leader, sitting alongside the alpha and ruling the pack, protecting and keeping them happy.

Rosalie knew from her mother, however, that being a Luna wasn't all the pups dreamed of. It was intense stress on them, the stress of their mate and the puck riding on their shoulders. While the main job of the Luna is to be a support system to the alpha, she is also expected to help with pups and arrange pack functions, a home maker of sorts.

There wasn't a problem with that to Rosalie. She liked baking and pups, parties were fine- it was the fact that she would be a role model. The young pups would look to her for comfort when she didn't even want to be here in the first place. She was being forced from her home, by her oh so lovely father to come here and mate Alpha Styles as part of a peace treaty.

Yes, as barbaric as it sounds, it was allowed. Werewolf culture was developing, but was mostly stuck in its traditional ways. Where as a human, it would be shocking in most countries, but in the mountains with creatures they had thought were surely myth, it was all too real.

Alpha Styles was.... something, alright. He was going on 26, and the poor wolf hadn't found his mate yet. Rose could definitely sympathize with that. Being without your mate once you become of age is one of the most difficult things. She, too, felt the discomfort in her chest when she thought about how her mate was out there, somewhere... and she was here.

The alpha of the Northridge pack, he was highly respected. Of course, when you kill any enemy that crosses you, it tends to have an affect on your reputation. She had heard loads of things about him. How he was angry and sullen, stoic, his face was made of stone and with no emotion. How Styles had killed an entire band of rogues with no second thought. Rosalie's mate apparently was a heartless, merciless killer. Wonderful.

To a girl who had wanted soft touches and sweet words, this was probably one of the least ideal situations. Granted, she probably couldn't deal with a clingy, over emotional mate, but still... Rose would like to be spoiled with affection sometimes. But, from the rumors, it seemed as if she wasn't going to get that.

"Rosalie, love... it's alright." Her mother rubbed her warm hand on her daughter's back, sensing the unrest. Since they had gotten to Alpha Styles' territory she had felt this... feeling. Antsy and eager to find something, she was just uneasy. Her inner wolf was helping and bouncing, about what? She had absolutely no clue. She was too focused on trying to stay strong.

"I have a feeling you'll get along fine with Styles."

Her father walked ahead to the door of the large pack house, but Rosalie tried to ignore the presence of the man who raised her and looked at the absolutely huge home. House wouldn't even be the right option to describe it.

Made of logs, it was a gigantic cabin. Large windows decked around the place, and she could tell that the home was carved into the side of the mountain. She had been informed that only important members of the pack lived in this building, along with her soon to be mate, but how many important pack members could their be?

The Northridge pack was the most powerful and largest in the north. One of the largest in general, so, she could understand. However, that didn't put her fears to rest.

More people to help. More people to look up to her, more people to potentially let down. More pack members who would be watching her every move as she tried to get to know her supposed mate, the more judgment... it was all just so very intimidating.

The thunderous thoughts were interrupted by a voice, staring her name. Snapping her head up, she saw her father looking st her expectantly next to a large man. He had slight stubble, was a bit too built for her taste. Large brown eyes with thick lashes, giving a whole new meaning to 'puppy eyes' for a wolf, and a cautious but somewhat friendly look on his face.

"Rosalie, I'm Liam. Beta of Northridge. Alpha is excited to meet you, he's upstairs in his office. There would be too much commotion if he met you down here, and he thought you'd be more comfortable in a calmer setting."

Relief courses through the girl, making her sigh with the weight off of her. Thank god. She wouldn't have to put on a huge spectacle for the pack, especially if there wasn't any sparks. Which, there won't be, she's decided already.

"Oh- I... thanks." She said softly, looking around the place. It seemed even larger on the inside as she was led in. A huge fireplace in the large living room to the left, a few leather couches and fur rugs. The light poured in through the large windows, and she was curious to get a closer look of the gorgeous view she could see from here. The valley under them... it was amazing.

"Sorry to rush you, Rosalie, but he's not a very patient man. Can we get you up to meet him? I'll have someone bring your things to the alpha's room."

Rosalie froze slightly, the panic crawling up her throat as she nodded. Going to grab Liam's arm, he retracted and raised his hands as if trying to say he wasn't trying to cause upset.

"I'm sorry, the alpha... he doesn't want anyone touching you, yet." Or at all, Liam wanted to add with his mental eye roll. The girl just sighed, letting Liam lead her to the place of doom.

The halls were open and they didn't feel too claustrophobic, which was great considering that's how she felt already. There wasn't any way out. None. This was her fate, she wasn't getting away, not a chance. At least she could have a beautiful territory to run on and look at. Her new pack land was gorgeous.

However, the closer she got to the office, the more antsy she felt. At least it smelt really, really good. Like pine and spice, it was her favorite thing about this place. Normally smells got jumbled and gave her a headache but the only one she could pick out was this strong one, which eased her a bit.

"Smells nice." She commented, making Liam freeze momentarily. All he could smell was the lemon pledge and mixed smells of breakfast this morning, and the faint smell of alpha Styles.... god, please. Please be what Liam had the light hunch of.

"Yeah... come on, he doesn't like to wait." Liam smiled to himself as the girl and her parents followed. The alpha was sure to be pleased. Liam knew from growing up with Harry since he was a pup, how much his true mate meant to him. He felt so hopeless and maybe, just maybe Rosalie could fix the angry man he had come to be.

The sturdy, dark door seemed to mock her as they approached. Even the gold doorknobs seemed to be snickering at her nerves, her fingernails digging into her palms. The knock Liam gave to the door felt so much louder than it actually was, making her back up a bit in fear.

Her future was behind that door.

Hey Guys!! Hope you like this. lol I'm gonna try to update weekly but you know how it is. I'll be more motivated to update with comments and votes!!
It's only the first chapter so idk how it's gonna go, I'm just winging it. But!! I have some nice things planned if it takes off ;-)))) xoxoxox