Did You Miss Me, Dear Alpha?

Chapter One

Kristina's POV,

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The alarm clock blared out, reminding me of the terrible misfortune waking up brought. It was 5 am, the sun had begun to rise and my tired body wanted nothing more to return to bed.

That, however wouldn't be happening any time soon.

I let my tired eyes rest for a moment, closing them and breathing deeply through my nose and out through my mouth. Something I'd learnt kept my anxiety levels from rising.

My alarm made itself presence once again, sighing I let my bubble of peace pop, reaching over I slammed it hard before rolling out of my warm covers and onto the cold wooden floor. My tired, bruised body somehow made its way into my en-suite bathroom, something I'd been lucky enough to keep after the whole pack rejection. I kept my head cast low, avoiding the mirror at all costs.

It hurt to look in the mirror.

I turn the shower on swiftly, wincing as the warm water hit my recent cuts. Coating my body in the fresh smell of my favorite strawberry soap I let the warm water wash away the dirt and the pain yesterday had brought me.

I wrapped a towel around my body shivering at the cold. Running a brush through the monstrosity I called my hair I finally looked at my broken reflection in the mirror.

My once perfect, naturally curly hair was now a frizzy mess that I hated. My body was unnaturally skinny for the usual werewolf, my skin sagged, my knees didn't touch and the veins in my body stood out against my pale, white skin. My once warm brown eyes were now broken, completely void of emotion. My lips cracked and about an inch above my eyebrow held a scar I knew would never go away. My frail body was covered in bruises and cuts that bled even after being cleaned.

I hated every aspect of my body.

I just hoped my mate wouldn't.

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I ran a hand through my tousled hair, sighing deeply as I set the last dish down. For two full hours I had cocked non-stop. Pancakes, porridge,cereal, toast, sausages, bacon. You name it and I'd have probably already made it.

I glanced at the grandfather clock that hung out in the hall, 7:25. My eyes widened, the pack pull be do soon and O needed to leave. I mentally checked each persons meal of my morning list before dashing up that stairs two at a time.

With my weak werewolf hearing, I could just about make out the sounds of footsteps hitting the stairs as the pack began to leave the confines of their bedrooms and towards the breakfast bar.

Sometimes I wished the pack would accept me for who am, Omega or not. Even before the turning age of 16 I was popular. Standing tall besides the Queen B and my ex best friend Megan. We'd become friends in middle school when we realized we hated the same people. 3 years of friend ship had gone down the drain the moment she realized I couldn't shift. She now hated my guts, tripping me up in the hallway and spreading rumors about me whenever she could.

Sighing I opened up my small oak closet pulling out a fresh pair of leggings, a black tank top and a red checked flannel shirt. I dressed quickly, once again avoiding the mirror at all costs. Slipping into my worn out converse, grabbing my backpack and books for the day O slowly made my way down stairs, head held low as usual.

I ignored all the pack members that sent furious glares my way. They hated me, for causing the death of there beloved Beta and Beta female. They hated me because I couldn't shift. They hated me because somewhere along the lines I had always managed to burn somebody's toast.

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A/N

OFFICIALLY CHAPTER ONE OF THE NEW/REWRITTEN DUMMDA?

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Coco x