ALPHA DWAYNE [Werewolf Romance]

PROLOGUE.

I hate cliche werewolf stories. Strong word, but the only fitting word to describe my dislike towards the story where the mates meet, mate have kids ( or pups) and a sequel is announced. Or in some cases the girl is totally rejected and she comes home all fit and hot looking to make her playboy mate regret him rejecting her. Like what? My eyes bleed when I read that TYPICAL werewolf story. 

BUT not all werewolf stories are cliche and bad. I have read some amazing mind-blowing books over and over again here on wattpad. 

I wanted to have a go at writing up a werewolf romance. Why don't you read and decide how shit it is? 

Ha x 

+WE COPYRIGHTED. APPARENTLY COPYCATS CAN BE TAKEN TO COURT. be scared. 

PROLOGUE *Unedited

The late autumn breeze swept across the deserted land and slapped against my cool olive skin as I stared down. A straight line of grave stones stood proud and tall in order. Names of loved ones were etched into the aging stone each leaving a mark of those lost but never forgotten.

Tears build up in my deep hazel eyes as they bore into the gravestone. It was plain and lifeless just like the familiar life I shared with my sister. 

A loving father and Husband.

It was his 10th death anniversary. A decade later, and with much force and pressure I returned to the land where my father was killed in an accident.

Sounds so typical, so simple. He sat in his car, broke the speed limit and he's dead. His life was sucked from him and his two daughters were then labeled as orphans. Out casted from the world, pulled out of school and shoved into an orphanage and showcased to a bunch of people for adoption.

10 years on this exact day Violet Johnson and Isabel Johnson were left fatherless. 

Tears broke free as I tumbled down on the dirty grass. I had trapped these tears in for so long, pushed them in and wore a proud smile and pretended everything was ok.

Warm arms wrapped around me as Isabel pushed her face into my back. I clutched her arms and let the tears run free as we both mourned the death, which forever affected our life. 

Minutes later when the tears ran clear and dried into the harsh wind, Isabel let my trembling body go. My hands swatted out and wiped the tears from my cheeks, as I looked back at the little 16-year-old girl looking back at me with a hidden sheen of sadness glowing from her dull green eyes. 

"We love you dad," Isabel whispered as she turned away from the grave and slowly walked away.

I dropped the rich red rose on the grave and walked away.

I felt refreshed. Like a weight was lifted from my shoulders. I felt free and light. My eyes trailed on Isabel as she walked away from the graveyard leaving me with a minute of silence.

I grimaced as I felt the wet soil sink into my white washed jeans. My hands ran through the grey stone as I fingered the letters carved into the cold stone.

"I really miss you dad." I whispered out too nothing, as I pushed the tears in and managed a small smile.

"I like that cheesy smile on my daughters, it reminds me of your mother." My dad would laugh at the toothless smiles etched onto our baby faces.

My heart stopped still as I heard the crunch of the leaves. Isabel was back. I shot one last smile and helped myself up from the wet ground.

I turned around and stilled as I caught his crystal blue eyes boring into me. He was fairly tall and packed with the right amount of muscle. His chin was squared and sharp, his hair was soft and a rich honey brown color. 

I mentally slapped myself as my eyes continued to sweep over his well-maintained figure. His chest was bare and wore a rich bronzy tan. Rough dark blue jeans clung to his hips and his feet were bear. 

His mouth hung open, as he stood still and silent. He fitted the dark woods and blended in. 

It's as if he belonged here. 

I felt the drop of water land on me as the pace of the rain continued to increase and mix in with the sharp winds. The sky let out a deep rumble as the dark grey clouds concealed the sky.

I silently walked past his frozen figure back to where the car was parked.

I heard a curse, and swung around to see his eyes still worked on me, they followed my every move and twitch. Fear etched into me as his eyes clouded over and anger shone from his blue orbs. His fists balled up and clenched tightly, as he glared at me.

Was I trespassing? My eyes did a mental 360, as I noticed the silence and lifelessness in the graveyard.

I watched his feet move an inch forward and I broke out in a run.

My white vans kicked through the dirt and fallen orange leaves as I ran towards the small trail which lead to the small room sized parking lot. My eyes remained trained on the path as I continued to whip through the wind and escape the man who was silently killing me through those icy blue orbs.

Maybe a 19 year old will be found dead, stabbed to death near her father's grave.

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