The Alpha Selection

♔ Chapter 1 ♔

© 2015 Nani Garcia

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Disclaimer:

This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, and events are all created from the author's imagination.

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As soon as I hit the ground and felt my ribs crack, I knew I had made a mistake.

I didn't mean to bump into her, but she didn't have to be such a bitch about it. I look up at the girl who looked like a 200-pound heavyweight champion. She had to be on some kind of steroids. Her once brown eyes were now dark, and blacking with fury. Her extremely boyish haircut looked like a bird's nest and I can imagine mine's looked the same.

She growled angrily and pulled me up to my feet roughly. I coughed at the taste of something metallic in my mouth. She raised her fist and just as she was about to knock my lights out, someone came to my rescue.

"Put my sister down!" My brother growled. I looked and Zenith clenched his fists. He never wanted to fight a girl, but he would if he had to protect his little sisters. I watched his tall frame become rigid as he took on a strong defensive stance.

"Stupid Mutt," I growled before I kneed her in her stomach as hard as I could and pressure pointed her at weak spots in the neck and shoulder.

She let go of me as she howled in pain. I wiped the blood from my lips with my sleeves and spit on the ground next to my feet.

Just as my brother grabbed my arm, my father yelled, "Deianira!"

I cringed at the sound of his furious voice. "Yes dad..." I answered softly.

"Go home, right now!" he growled. I turned around to see my father's tall figure towering over me. His jaw was clenched and from the darkness of his eyes and the redness of his cheeks, I'd say he was pretty furious. That's when my surroundings had come back into focus.

I was at a very important pack meeting and I had just interrupted the peace. More than a hundred pairs of eyes were now focused on me and what was about to happen.

"Dad I'm-"

"I said go!" He yelled as he pointed towards the direction of the pack house not far away. I looked towards my goody-two-shoes twin sister Della who looked at me with judgmental eyes. I grabbed my leather jacket from the chair next to her and walked away towards the house.

Once I walked into the room, I slammed the door behind me. It wasn't my fault the stupid girl had to start insulting me, calling me a worthless Omega. The nerve! The worst part is, I was close to believing it. I knew my 18th birthday would be here in a week and I had yet to find my mate. If I didn't find him by midnight of my next birthday, I was going to officially be an Omega. The lowest ranking wolf of the pack. The burden. The runt of the litter.

Being an Omega meant that I would have to live the hard life that would be focused on finding a mate. I would have to register myself in the Blackbook and attend every Omega social. I'd have to live in an Omega house, a jail type living facility that was supposed to protect Omegas from enemy wolves and prevent them from turning into prostitutes or drug addicts.

The thought of being an Omega made me want to cry. I lay down in my soft bed and when my phone vibrates and I slowly look at it. It was a text message from my best friend Danny.