Mates with 1D

┼ Chapter One ┼

(Warning: In this novel the five boys are not famous.)(*Editing*)

Aluna

"You guys are perfect for eachother!" My bestfriend, Sally, exclaimed. "You and Damien are the most aspiring couple."
     I laughed, but not because I was prideful at the hint of envy in her voice, but because of how ridiculous it sounded. Damien and I the most aspiring couple?
     Things were never what they seemed, just how not everything that sparkled was gold.
     Whenever I tried leaving Damien, he'd throw temper tantrums. Last time he had nearly sent me to the hospital if it hadn't been for the fact that his conscious had grown guilty.
     There had been many signs of how abusive and controlling Damien was. Either my family and friends were blind with how wrapped around Damien's finger they were or they simply did not care.
     "I wouldn't say perfect," I said trying not to give out too much. Damien would quickly come back to me with this new information if a rumor that I wasn't happy in the relationship leaked out.
     As my bestfriend slowly nodded her blond little head, as if contemplating my words, I thought about my brother who had been murdered by the hands of our enemies.
     At first I did not flinch with sorrow nor pain, but that emptiness inside of me that his death had caused made me remember again why Damien was so eager to keep me at the palm of his hands.
     Because I am the next in line, I am to become the next Alphena of our pack. This has caused the poor fucker to keep his hopes and head held high of him marrying me and becoming the next alpha.
     This, of course, will never happen. Not if I find my mate first, but it is clear to see that my mate is not part of this pack which will most likely put a dent in my plan, yet again.
     "Are you guys having problems?" Sally brought me back from the depths of my mind and it took me a few moments to process what she had asked.
     While I debated my response, my eyes pleaded for her to see once and for all how much I was hurting, how much I wanted her to see Damien's true colors, and how distant we had grown the moment I kept his abusiveness a secret.
     "Why of course not!" I waved it off with a fake laugh, almost as though such a question was too offensive to have even been asked out loud. "Not at all! I just meant, I just, I don't think we're a perfect couple because in this world... nothing is ever perfect. Nothing is ever golden forever, ya' know?"
     "Oh," she smiled, an unknowing innocent one that reminded me of when we were kids. "I think I get it." Her gaze left mine and they travelled behind me, towards the doorway where my body screamed to keep away from.
     "There she is!" Damien said enthusiastically, as though he had been searching an eternity. Yet knowing him, he probably had. "I've been looking everywhere for you for the past two hours." Bingo.
     "Well, I should go." Sally got up, clearly believing she was doing me a favor. "I'll leave you two to talk." She looked back and met my eyes one last time, and I wished that with just one look that she would know that I didn't want to be left alone with him. "Later gator." But she couldn't see; no one could.
     And she was gone.
     Slowly, I turned to face Damien. He had his back turned to me as he locked my door behind her. "Alone at last, huh?" His easy going tone struck hope deep inside of me, but the antsy feeling that was making my body shake didn't go unnoticed.
     As soon as I heard Sally's car pull out from my driveway, I knew we were truly alone. My father was out on a scout with the pack, and though he was old and couldn't keep up, he was still the best wolf our pack could ever get.
     Back before my brother had died in battle, my father had retired. However, now that my brother was gone, he had to step back in, but even sidetracking wouldn't stop the fact that no matter what, I'd still become the Alphena of our pack.
     "Guess we are," I murmured, my voice barely audible even in the silence of my bedroom.
     His gaze locked with mine and all of a sudden I felt afraid. Hell, I felt like a naughty child who was about to get disciplined by their parent. "What were you and Sally talking about?"
     I pursed my lips together, as if in thought. "Girl things." The moment the words of defiance left my mouth, I regretted it.
     Damien's lips became a straight line, and I knew he wasn't pleased with my answer. "Cute," he said through clenched teeth, unimpressed. "Now elaborate."
     "She was on her period and wanted to know good tips on how to tell Josh that they couldn't get freaky tonight." It wasn't a complete lie, she had asked me for good tips on how to tell him that they couldn't do it, I just had no interest in telling him what else we had been talking about.
     "Gross!" He chuckled, a boyish grin forming on his lips. "Why would you tell me that? As if I would want to know what Sally and Josh do."
     I nearly yelled at him in frustration, but I bit down on my tongue to keep from doing so. Instead I said, "You told me to tell you."
     He smiled, that smile that use to make my heart flip. It was before I had found out about the monster he truly was. "I did, didn't I?"
     Luckily for me there was no arguments after that. He had just been doing one of his many daily check ups. It was at night time that he had left after we had finished watching a 1990 horror film.
     A few moments later as I stood in the kitchen in silence, sipping on a glass of water, I heard the welcoming sound of my father's truck pull up into the driveway.
     Usually my father and the regular scouts he worked with never returned until days later, so the fact that he had returned on the same night was a gift to me.
     After I heard the engine die down, my father walked inside seconds later with the minty smell of pine and outdoors clinging to his body.
     "Hey, kiddo." My father said as soon as he saw me standing by the sink. We were never really much for affection, but as he laid his hand on my head as our version of a hug, it was all I needed. All my brother and I had grown up with.
     "Hey, Poppa," I whispered softly, observing the bags under his eyes and the wrinkles forming around them, the way his dark hair grayed in some areas, and most importantly the way he covered up his exhaustion with a warm smile. "How'd it go?"
     Everyone in town admired my father for stepping in, adoring how he toughened it out even though it was past his retirement.
     A sad smile formed on my lips, my heart wishing to help him, but he wouldn't ever dare let me until I come of age. For men it is twenty to become an alpha, for women it is twenty-one.
     "Like usual," He shrugged it off and started to head over to the stairs. "I'm gonna head on up to bed, Al. I have a meeting early in the morning."
     "Nigh nigh."

It was at five in the morning that the strident warning siren had woken me up. I groaned knowing it was another practice one. Like school fire drills, our little town had drills for if we were ever attacked, only ours were war drills.
     Lately we had been doing a lot of false alarms and practicing for the real thing that my body had no effort to get up and participate. Besides, they wouldn't miss one less body, right?
     I shoved my pillow over my face and tightly closed my eyes. My train of thoughts zoned in on the siren and atlas I had opened an eye when the siren wouldn't stop. My alarm clock read five o'three.
     Usually they were shut off within the five minute mark, but as I laid there, I grew to sense a bitter taste in my mouth. Something was wrong, something was very very very wrong. I tossed the pillow off and headed out of my room.
     The hallway was dark but my eyes quickly adjusted. Although, even if I couldn't see, my body instinctively had my home memorized which allowed me to have easily found my way through anyway. Down the hallway, I entered my father's room after a light tap on the door.
     Nothing.
     "I'm coming in!" I called out, slipping inside the untouched bedroom. There were no signs that my father had actually gone to bed like he'd said last night.
     The sirens still hadn't gone off, and as I looked over at the alarm clock on the night stand, my face paled. Five o'six.
     I sprinted back to my room and kicked off my pajamas. The training clothes I wore laid on the desk beside my laptop. Once I threw those on alongside my running shoes, I took off downstairs.
     This wasn't right, nothing felt right. Where was he? Dad had been the first one to go to sleep, so why had his bedroom been untouched? I ran out of the house and gasped at what I saw.
     The town was under chaos, many barriers of fire surrounding different parts of the town. Buildings that once were places I roamed and explored were slowly burning to the ground. People, mainly woman and children, ran, screaming for help while trying to get to the underground tunnels that lead to the safe zone.
     I moved forward to help a child searching for his mother when a wolf with brown fur began to inch its way towards me. It was only then that I had processed what was happening.
     We were being attacked.

Zayn

It was a perfect time to attack. They were all still sleeping, and after they tried to ransack us last night I thought it was time for pay back. Besides, they wouldn't be expecting it.
     My pack ran past me to start the procedure and Harry came to my side in his human form. "Don't you think it's a bit much?" He asked. "What fun will it be if they don't put up a challenge?"
     I glared at him, but he did not stand down. "Who says it's supposed to be fun? This is war."
     "Need I remind you that I have a say in this too," Harry snarled. "We don't have an alliance for nothing."
     To be reminded that I had an alliance with him and three others disgusted me. I hated that I needed help, but to get revenge against the packs who did us so much harm, I needed them. Whether I liked it or not.
     "Then start acting like we have an alliance," I scowled. "I'm not the enemy here, they are. I don't have to remind you of what they had all done to us, do I?!"
     Fury and hurt was portrayed in his eyes and I smirked knowing I had gotten to him. "No, you don't." He shifted into his wolf form, and like that, he took off towards the town.
     Already the town was beginning to burn to the ground, and such a thought made a wicked smile brighten my face. What joy.

Harry

I inched towards a confused girl with long blond hair who moved forward to aid a young boy no older than seven. Her scent had captured my attention, one much like an Alpha's. She must be of fine lineage, the alpha's daughter perhaps? A close relative?
     I hit the jackpot.
     "No, please," she pleaded once she had noticed me. The girl begun to move away from me, but something about her made me want to pull her into my arms and carry her far away from here. It was a strange but strong pull, and I hated it for feeling pity towards the enemy.
     I inched closer and she stumbled back, landing on her bum. The fear in her blue eyes assured me that she was properly afraid so I bared my teeth at her and instantly made her shriek helplessly.
     "Aluna!" A deep voice yelled.
     One quick glance was all it had taken for me to have scrunched my nose in disgust at the bitter scent of a member from a different pack.
He was a soldier with dark hair and gray eyes that burned brightly like the smoke the fire was giving off. I didn't recognize him, so I knew he hadn't gone to the ransack last night.
     "Damien, get the boy first," Aluna breathed out in relief, but as he began to shift, I took her by the back of her shirt and sprinted out of there.
     Something inside of me didn't want to leave her behind, even as she kicked and screamed for me to let her go.
     She was bait, I told myself.