Weird Alpha (BWWM)

Staring Problem

Henric is not the weird Alpha and is not the love interest...just her husband...lol. Ha. The Weird Alpha is introduced later. I do not usually add pictures but. Don't forget to vote.

Izzie Rainfall, formally Izzie Williams, was the fourteenth wife of Alpha Henric Rainfall. She was the newest addition to the man's home, and unlike the others, completely human. She hadn't even known of the existence of Werewolves until she was taken by one infatuated with her.

She had once been a normal college student, with mediocre grades, a dismal social life, and the girlfriend of the sweetest man ever. Her only mistake was coming to class the day her ancient studies course had a guest speaker. If she knew what she knew now, she would have stayed home, ran as far away from that school as she could even.

Henric Rainfall was an older seemingly white man, with a handsome face and graying hair. He was quite fit for a man rumored to be close to retiring age. Besides his impressive physic, there was not a thing to suggest that there was something truly wrong with the man.

Well, not if one discounted how he stared at her like a man drowning at sea and she was dry land. She had noticed his stares, and at first thought maybe it was the wildness of her hair and the darkness of her skin – she often got stares for those reasons. Maybe the man had never seen an African American woman before. Though she did think that was far fetched.

His staring had grown so uncomfortable for her, that she had gotten up and left the class in the middle of it. Mumbling about how he was a creep on her way out, only for her to hear him laugh before she left the room, almost as if he had heard her. Though she thought that was impossible, considering she had said it under her breath and had been seated near the back of the auditorium styled classroom.

She had stormed out and decided to go back to her dorm room for some much-needed rest, considering that was her last class for the day, it was fine. She had no other plans that day and her boyfriend was off building houses in Uganda or maybe it was Alabama, she wasn't sure. Her boyfriend – Hiro Yoshi – was a busy young man, always off saving the world leaving his poor lonely girlfriend all alone.

It didn't bother her at all...oh no, not at all. Maybe it had bothered her a little, so much so, she may have had a rough draft text drawn up breaking up with half Japanese man. She hadn't sent it though, because if she did, she knew she would truly be alone then.

So, she was alone that evening, her roommate off doing God knows what. So, she laid on her bed and did homework and studied into the wee hours of the night when there was a knock on her dorm room's door.

She had glanced at the time on her cell phone, seeing it was nearly one in the morning. Assuming it was her roommate who had once again forgotten her key, Izzie had moaned and groaned as she pulled herself from her bed, the old man with the eye problem from her class earlier a distant memory.

She had tugged at the bottom of her sleep shorts from where they had ridden up her thick thighs, not wanting to give any passersby in the hall a free show. She wore her insanely height blessed boyfriend's hooded sweatshirt, which pretty much dwarfed her body anyway.

She had turned the knob and threw the door open with as much attitude she could muster in her exhausted body, ready and eager to curse her roommate out, but the words died on her tongue.

Standing on the other side of her door was not her short as hell Latina roommate, but a gruff looking blonde with a santa beard and arms like tree trunks. He didn't strike her as a college student, excuse her for discriminating.