The Alphas Daughter

Summary & Prologue

                                            Ａｕｔｈｏｒｓ Ｎｏｔｅ; Ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ａ ｓｔｏｒｙ ｖｅｒｙ ｃｌｏｓｅ ｔｏ ｍｙ ｈｅａｒｔ， ｎｏｔ ｏｎｌｙ ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ ｉｔ＇ｓ ｏｎｅ ｏｆ ｍｙ ｆａｖｏｒｉｔｅ ｇｅｎｒｅｓ ｂｕｔ ａｌｓｏ ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ ｉｔ ｗａｓ ｏｎｅ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｆｉｒｓｔ ｓｔｏｒｉｅｓ Ｉ ｅｖｅｒ ｐｏｓｔｅｄ ｏｎ Ｗａｔｔｐａｄ， ｔｈｏｕｇｈ Ｉ ｔｏｏｋ ｉｔ ｄｏｗｎ ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ Ｉ ｗａｓｎ＇ｔ ｓａｔｉｓｆｉｅｄ ｗｉｔｈ ｉｔ． Ｅｖｅｒｙ ｓｉｎｇｌｅ ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ ｗｉｌｌ ｂｅ ｅｄｉｔｅｄ ｂｕｔ ｔｈａｔ ｄｏｅｓｎ＇ｔ ｍｅａｎ ｔｈｅｙ ｗｉｌｌ ｂｅ ｐｅｒｆｅｃｔ． Ｕｐｄａｔｅｓ ｗｉｌｌ ｂｅ ｓｌｏｗ． Ａｌｓｏ， Ｉｆ ｙｏｕ＇ｖｅ ｒｅａｄ ｔｈｉｓ ｂｅｆｏｒｅ （ｗｈｉｃｈ Ｉ ｓｉｎｃｅｒｅｌｙ ｄｏｕｂｔ） ｔｈｅｎ， ｊｕｓｔ ｋｎｏｗ Ｉ＇ｍ ｂａｓｉｃａｌｌｙ ｒｅｖａｍｐｉｎｇ ａｎｄ ｒｅ－ｗｒｉｔｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｗｈｏｌｅ ｔｈｉｎｇ． Ｉ ｓｔｉｌｌ ｈｏｐｅ ｙｏｕ ｅｎｊｏｙ ｉｔ

                                                 ☾ 𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝑦 ☾

"You made a mistake."

"I never make mistakes." She snarled.

"Well, you did this time."

 

Amelia Heart isn't like most teenagers, she's a werewolf that goes to a super natural high school. Amelia is one of the strongest werewolves there is, even rivaling the males in her pack and others, a strange feat. Yet, she is most known for being a great hunter, if not the best hunter, anyone has seen. She wasn't born this powerful, she worked hard for it and doesn't she let people know it.

The only problem is, Amelia's mate was killed. When she finds herself drawn to a mysterious vampire who seems to detest her very existence for unknown reasons, she is determined to stay away. But an unlikely death in the family, a fight, the truth, and a war will leave her head unraveling.

Amelia, the alpha of the Luna packs daughter, will be placed as Alpha but the pack has never heard of a female alpha, especially one without a mate. So how will she bring her pack forward and who will become her rae mate? Most of all will the pack accept a mate who wasn't linked to her?

                          ☾ 𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢 ☾

   The old wooden stained round tables were littered with empty crushed cups, beer cans and plastic plates. The heavy stench of cigarettes clogged the air, especially my sensitive nose but I resisted the urge to make a face at the toxins clouding my lungs. I'm fairly certain my sharp auditors picked up the sound of skittering within the walls. There was a prominent smell of alcohol that pleasantly blended in the air. Cheap lighting winked and flickered in jitters overhead; creating an illusion only seen in horror movies. Yeah, this place was real classy.

   My latest "target" Werewolf  had gone mad after the death of his beloved mate. So much so that he'd killed his surviving two children. The instinct for protecting the pack entirely forgotten on this one. Unfortunate. As soon as I was given the new mission, I tracked him down. It didn't take so long to pin-point his exact location, the man or should I say beast, haunted the local pub, sometimes drowning his sorrows in Whiskey, or staring off as the shreds of his humanity went up in smoke. I remained at the other end of the pub, seated at the bar table, a glass of Bourbon I'd sipped at in hand. I eyed him for nearly an hour before his massive frame decided to grab a girl, and erect from his table. Turning to go out the back door.

    I watched him go, not at all in a hurry before I trailed after like a silent shadow. I felt the stares of grimy mortals as I left them in my wake.

   I stealthily crept around the corner, my visuals immediately adjusting to the shadows, zeroed-in on his form shuffling down an alley with the giggling brunette in his arm.

   I unsheathed my bow knife and held it at my side whilst I zipped in a flicker of movement behind them. The girl he was dragging along far surpassed the point of tipsy, bordering on I-won't-remember-this-once-I-wake-up, so I figured that I could whisk him away from her, and in her drunken stupor she'd barely notice.

   Without giving it any further thought, I latched a hand to the collar of his coat and ripped him from her, slamming him against the brick wall with unnecessary force.

   He made a surprised noise, came out more like a squealing pig to my ears.

   Anyone would see the sight as comical, a five-foot-eight slender female somehow managing to pin a 6' 5" hulking mass of muscle to the side of a building but the only audience was a half-wit pissed lady who I was only vaguely aware of.

   Her heels skidded against the slick asphalt, her giggling hitched as she attempted to ascertain the situation unfolding before her unfocused eyes. I knew what she'd see next and I almost felt bad. Almost.

   A couple of tufts of my silvery hair brushed over my eyes, I blew them away with a sharp exhale through clenched teeth. Raising the edge of the blade, I wasted no time getting the job done.

    I speared him in the spot where his heart-beat rammed in his chest. Twisted it for good measure. The deep puncture would do, the poison on the tip of the serrated blade was just added bonus.

   He sputtered, shocked. A gurgling sound clogging his vocals, as his body spasmed from the agony.

   I wrenched it sickeningly from his jerking corpse. The jagged blade tearing at his flesh and clothes nicely. Warm blood splattered out, staining me.

    Staining everything.

   His legs folded beneath him as he crumpled down into the wet asphalt. Dead before he even hit the ground.

   The lady must not have been as drunk as I'd hoped, her piercing scream was the next sound to burst at my eardrums.

   I silenced her wailing with a tap at the sensitive spot at the base of her skull. She dropped instantly, joining wolfy on the floor. Don't worry, she's not dead, but I quickly wiped her memory with a charm. I'd hate for this scene to haunt her.

   Girls gotta look out for each other.

   I grabbed her arm, hauling her emaciated form over my shoulder. Might as well drop her off at the local Church steps, no need to have her come to at a murder scene. After that she was on her own, I'm no nanny. The nerve of this girl to have gotten so wasted, she couldn't even protect herself. She'd put her own life in danger and that's something I couldn't stand. I really pity humans. That's me. The huntress with a heart of gold. Team Humanity for sure.

   Other Supernatural creatures show nothing but abhorrence toward them. See them as weak, abortions. Beings that deserved to be enslaved. Seen as mere walking meat suits, blood-sacs with feet. I can't speak for them all as I am the only exception that I know, but most that I've encountered are real people haters.

   I left for the church a couple of blocks down; ignoring the stench of the monter's blood marinating beneath him as I walked away.

   I'd given that wolf man a painful and quick death, I wasn't one to hover with my targets. He had killed two innocent children that were very important to a pack. He deserved every ounce of pain inflicted in him.

   Just a normal job, yet it changed everything as I knew it.