Under the Waves

CHAPTER 3

"ACCIDENTS HAPPEN ALL THE TIME.. BUT NOT THIS"

>>>Pic. Karson's Character Inspiration<<<

Karson's POV

For eight years I've been obsessed with someone I don't even know if he or it does even exist.

It was like a dream... but a very strong and detailed dream.

But who am I to judge when in the human world I and my kind only exist in their books, stories, and movies.

"Alpha, are you awake?" I heard someone knock on the door.

I sighed as I get up from my bed and walked inside my walk-in closet and pick a shirt to wear.

"How many times do I have to tell you, people, not to wake me up?" I said. Even though I am already up, I still want my morning to be quiet.

As you can see, I'm not really a morning person.

I put any shirt I can grab on and grabbed some vans. One good thing is, I don't have to shout to reply or open the door. My kind has heightened senses.

"I'm sorry, Alpha. But your mom called and asked for you." The person from the other side of the door replied. I recognized his voice. He's Jarred. One of the omegas.

My father really doesn't like to categorize the members of our packs. He said, "...everyone is family. Everyone must work together to have a better pack..." They only call my family and Jasper's family; the beta, with our titles out of respect.

"Ok, Jarred. I'll call her. Thank you" I respond without even bothering to open the door.

I rubbed my temples in frustration. I know what she wants and what she's going to say. I always get that 'talk' like three times a day as my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It almost doesn't have an effect on me anymore.

I grabbed my phone on the side table on the left corner of the bed. And when I opened it, I saw five missed calls from my mom and two from Jasper. I dialed the first caller or else she'll barge in my suite and bombarded me with questions. Like, why I didn't pick up or why I am ignoring her. She's too dramatic most of the time. So, I tapped the call icon and, in a few seconds, she answered.

"Hello, sleeping handsome! Did you miss mommy?" she said sweetly. And too sweet for my liking. See? Who can stand a mom like this? Well, sadly. I can. Sigh.

"Why you called?" I asked with my monotone voice.

"Philip Karson Taylor! Don't use that tone on your mother, mister! After I carried you in my womb fo-" I distanced the phone from my ear, which is not helpful though with my oversensitive ears. "Did you hear me, mister? Speak up!" she barked.