Too Big for an Alpha

Chapter 1

198 lb...

My eyes widened as I saw the number written on the scale. This was the fourth time I had weighed myself just to make sure the scale wasn't making a mistake. I whimpered and crumbled to the floor, hugging my legs to my chest and laying my head on the wall next to me. 'I gained 20 pounds over spring break, that should be a world record.' It wasn't my fault I gained weight like it was a sport. I'm probably the most overweight girl in the Blue Moon Pack. I eat when I am sad, I eat when I'm bored, I haven't worked out a single day in my fifteen years of life, and that's just some of the things that contribute to my misfortune. My parents believe that food is the key to a happy life, but I have always struggled in overindulging in "happiness."

I'm the only girl within a hiearchy of 3 older brothers. There's James as the oldest, then Adam, Joseph, and finally me. My brothers, more like bodyguards, spoil me rotten and protect me 24/7. In 3rd grade, a boy pulled my braids and decided to target me for his boyish antics. The next thing he knows, he's on the ground with James towering over him, and the other two sweeping me into their arms and rushing to the nurse's office. I am treated like a porcelain doll: not too thrilled about that.

"Sophie, come down for dinner," my mom called out from the dining room.

The delicious fragrance of my mom's homemade curry reached my nose and my brain went on overdrive. Before I could leap up and dive downstairs, I held myself back.

"Um, I'm fine Mom. Have dinner without me!"

I closed the door of my room and, with tears in my eyes, jumped onto my bed, burying my face pillow. Why do I have to go through all of this? Tomorrow's my birthday, the day I turn sixteen and am able to communicate with my wolf. The age where we come of age to meet out mates. Mates are probably the most important aspect of a wolf's life. Without a mate, a wolf forever calls out for its missing half. According to my parents, meeting your mate is like taking that desperate first breath of air after nearly drowning; you had not known you were frozen under the waves, gasping for breath, until you meet them.

I can't help but wonder what my mate going to do when he sees me like this? My dull face and large frame: he'll never even look my way and will probably reject me on the spot.

The tears in my eyes begin to overflow, and soon I am a mess of mucus and all. I try my best to muffle my sobs, but fail. My family must've heard me because all of them are soon gathered beside me, begging me to tell them what's wrong. A look of worry is shared amongst them.

"What's wrong? Ok, tell us who's responsible for this and we'll let them know what happens when they mess with a Forte," James declares. Adam and Joseph proceed to nod in unison and crack their knuckles. James pretends to draw war paint on his cheeks, puffing out his chest.

I wipe my tears with the back of my hands and smile, "Guys, I'm fine. Really. And no one is beating anyone up, ok?"

James huffs in disappointment, "You got it, Chief. What you say goes, but the offer always stands." The room grew silent.

"So are you going to join us for dinner? I made your favorite! Tomorrow is your special day after all." Mom looks at me with a hopeful smile, reaching up to brush the hair out of my eyes.

I meet my mom's gaze and stare into those familiar, lovely hazel eyes; it was the only trait I inherited from her. Her hair was blonde and had a natural wave. Monica Forte was the definition of grace and kindness, known for her unwavering angel-like temperament. I had inherited my dad's light brown hair, but, of course, my dad was handsome. Nicholas Forte had bright, shining blue eyes and light brown hair. He had a strong jaw, and a well defined face which earned him a title as a DILF at my high school. James sported dirty blonde hair, mischievous hazel eyes, and our father's strong jaw. His extroversion made him well-liked and personable. Adam had golden blonde hair, like my mother, and my father's bright blue eyes that could entrance you with one look. Adam still possessed his boyish features, but he brushed it off with excuses that he was still in the middle of becoming a "man". Adam had the ability to send a soft gentle gaze that makes all hearts flutter. The youngest of my 3 brothers is Joseph. He is one of the quietest guys you'll ever meet, shying behind his long black hair (which he probably got from our grandpa on my dad's side) and soft blue eyes.