There are two things you must have to be the alpha female of a pack. The first is a hell of a lot of patience. And the second is balls of steel.
As the alpha, it is your responsibility to lead. To serve as a ruler across different stages of life. You must be a steady hand and an iron fist.
More often than not, you are the latter.
As you stand at the height of the stairs, you shiver. Not from the cold, as no cold can dare touch the heat of a wolf, but from nerves. Only an hour earlier, your mother had cast you out from her pack. It had been merciless and gut-wrenching. You could hardly remember a time when the woman who had given you birth bared her teeth at you.
Please, don't make me go, you had begged in your mind, tail tucked between your legs and pointed ears flattened against your skull in your lupine form.
She said nothing, but you could feel her sadness. Viciously, she drove you out with tackles to the ground and sharp nips to your flank as if she were herding away a threat. The farther she chased you from your childhood home, the less you were able to feel her presence in your spirit and in your mind.
You cried and howled as you meandered the forest alone, wandering toward the house she had preemptively gifted you on your sixteenth birthday. For a time, you couldn't wait to have your own place, your own pack, but the desire had quickly fled. You loved your family, but now you were forced to find another.
It was no secret to you the time had been rapidly approaching. You were full-grown and began bearing symptoms of sexual maturity. Being expelled from the pack was a rite of passage for any wolf, but you weren't ready. Life as the alpha female's daughter had been idyllic. Your mother was a natural-born leader.
You not so much.
Fighting was not your forte. You preferred to talk your way out of confrontation - a far cry from the expected behavior of an alpha. Nevertheless, you had been taught how to break lesser wolves into submission by sheer force that you hoped to never use. Such violence was reserved for the males, in your opinion. Hot-heads and idiots, all of them.
At that thought, you dropped to sit on the top stair, wrapping your arms around your knees. Would any males come to join you? Word would have already spread that you had been turned loose. Now, it would be up to the boys to choose you as their alpha or not.
Males were kicked out of their maternal packs much sooner. Half-grown at the earliest. They banded together in groups and awaited the day a female would accept them. These were typically chaotic and bloody affairs that you dreaded.
But you had grown up with these boys. Neighboring packs traveled in similar spheres. And one wolf boy in particular had promised to find you when the day came.
The chill of winter caressed your cheeks, but the heat radiating from your skin could not be dampened. Not when you were fire incarnate.
A howl rang through the air. You leapt to your feet, eyes glistening with unshed tears. You would know that call from one end of the earth to the other.
The grey wolf stepped from the trees, thick patches of fur billowing around his neck in the wind. Finally allowing a few tears to slip your lashes, you soared down the steps and into the clearing.
Jinyoung shifted, standing before you as a human, outstretching his arms just as you collided into his chest. A faint chuckle fell from his lips and you buried your face against his neck, breathing in the decadent scent of the boy you had first loved.
"Kept you waiting, did I?" he teased.
You pushed his shoulder softly, but with his arms wrapped around your waist so snugly there was barely any room for you to breathe.
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Wolf Boys || Jaebeom + Mark + Jackson + Jinyoung (Got7)
FanfictionBeing the young alpha female over a pack of misbehaving werewolves is no easy task and is made even more complicated when the time comes to choose a mate... Warnings: This story in its entirety includes but is not limited to strong language and dial...
