So this is my new story, hope you all like it!
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I edited very fast so i don't know if its all perfect..
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Chapter 1
Getting under the shower, to loose some of the stress I had gain up over the years of living in such a city, was one and only pleasure I allowed my self. As I was washing I started thinking if this was going to be my life... if I was always going to be working at the Italian restaurant I worked at. I mean was I ever going to become the professional I wanted to be? or just some no one that was working in an uptown restaurant. As I contemplative all of this, I heard my roommates alarm go off. Yeah, I had to wake up at 6:30am so that I could at least get some of the warm water. It must be 7:00am already, time to get out.
My parents left me some money in their will and I found out after the car accident, I left the pack and moved here where the dreams come true! After I finished the 1st semester in NYU I saw that my bank account said $00.00, so then I dropped out and had to get a job. And I had to look for someone to share my apartment with. And after a year and something of being here I have been sharing dollhouse-size apartment with a dirty, fat, onion-smelling pig. He needed a place to live that was cheep and for no one to be cleaning after him and so he asked me.
Worst decision in my life. The only reason why he woke up this early was to watch his show, which he said is the only thing that deserves his attention. I know he has some screws out of place, but hey, if he pays his half of the rent I'm ok with him being or doing whatever.
As I got out i put my favorite towel around my body. I got in my room and dressed with my uniform, and headed to the restaurant. I always enjoyed this walks to the restaurant, they where refreshing. As I got a block from "La Bella" I could see the sign still illuminated because it was still dark. As I got in through the back door I could hear all the screams and hollers from the master chef to the others. All in Italian of course, it was a blessing that I took many languages in the private high school I went to.
If you have not seen yet, I'm a werewolf and yes I heard it all... No need to comment. I never lived in a pack house because I have lived in many private schools my parents send me; I am the daughter of the Alpha.
Yes, I have alpha blood but I really don't care.
My parents never told me that I was going to shift or anything and so I resented them. When my parents died, the pack send me the little money my parents had saved for me in their will, and then they said that they expected that I would take the rightful place as the next alpha. All I send back was a thank you letter and that they could kiss my ASS because all they did when their 'little alpha was away' was turn and say she did not deserve to live with them. So now I was a Rouge or something else, I really don't know this thing, you know? Because I never really studied this and I only scammed the letter they send me. I learned how to be a lone wolf and I was going to continue being just that. I wonder if my parents ever had a reason for sending me away all those years. I mean really, what mom wants her "baby" to face the world at ANY age?
As I walked to my locker my one friend in all New York said "so you wanna come to the mall? I saw this cute dress what would look H-O-T on you! So? Wanna come after work?"
"I don't know Stacy I don't think I'll be able to I have the morning and night shifts remember?" she looked at me and with an exaggerated puff she said I would trade my night shift with some here so we could go tomorrow or some other day. I accepted but promised to not buy anything. I could barely afford a hot dog from a hotdog Stan these days.
My morning shift considered to help cook what would be served, like the specials of the day and stuff. I was great at cooking anything Italian hence, why I worked here. As I came back from the market from picking only the freshest anything, I stated cutting the meat and making the pasta. La Bella was known for the freshly made pasta we made. As I looked at the clock it was time for me to get the little black dress that the owner made us all wear. Sometimes I wonder if the owner gets a kick from seeing the entire young lady's wearing little black dresses with little aprons tied around your waist.
As the cashier told me what tables were mine tonight, I walked to my fist table. And the afternoon went on. I looked at the clock and it said 9:40pm, I was glad I only had three more hours to go. As I went to my next table I froze. The air in the restaurant was boiling and I wondered how no one notice it. I felt like I had been shoot and gone to heaven, their was this woodsy smell combined with one of the sweetest Italian aftershave. As i felt my legs quiver, I dint know if I would make all the way up to the certain presence. i then turned tomato red as I felt my self wet, yeah I was soaked, I needed to get new undies. I could hear my wolf yelling at me that this was our mate, and that we needed to hurry and say it to him. Because he was HER's and HER's only and she would not shared.
I was mad I did not want a mate, which was just going to stop me from being at work and supporting my self. I wanted to hate him to be able to ignore him. I turned toward the beautiful Italian in front of me, I felt my self shaken. He then looked down on me and said "god it took you long enough, I swear this place is getting the anyone work for them now..."
As he said that My mate and I turned as cold as Artantica. I gave the man a cold look and said "Cosa posso ottenere, signore?" (what can I get you, sir?) I asked in Italian because that is the way we were supposed to talk. Unless of course that we had English speaking costumers. I gave him his menu and then it sliped out.
"Sir, I'm your mate."
"'Sir you're my mate.' Is NOT on the menu" he said.
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WELL thats the end! i hope you guys liked it!
I'll update next week on a monday!
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"'Sir you're my mate.' Is NOT on the menu"
WerewolfJane Jones was a normal girl with a regular boring life being a Werewolf and all, until she meets Amore an Italian arrogant but sexy hottie entered her life. He a human. She a Werewolf. Now how could that work? Copyright © Clara Rourk 2013 All Ri...