Lucas's POVI can be seen stomping my feet as a child as I held up to my new room. But do I care? No. Not at all.
Seriously! This wasn't the family reunion I was hoping for but it had to turn out this way. Whose fault was it? No one. Yeah, it was no one's fault. I don't know why I reacted the way I did earlier. Ever since I stepped my foot into the pack house, I've been on edge.
I've been feeling grumpy and cranky and it kinda irks me up. Seriously it does.
Thought when I finally get to see my parents, we would hug, tears will flow, we would all rush up to their bedrooms like a bunch of teenage high school girls ready to gossip about boys and all those stuffs. But it didn't happen. Just bad timing I guess.
After countless minutes of me stomping my foot and talking to myself I finally found my supposed room.
I didn't have time to inspect the room on how big and spacious it was. I threw my bags and luggage's on the bed, took some clothes and into the bathroom I went.
After soaking in the shower to get the day's stress and sweat, I headed up to the supposed vanity. I think am gonna change that to a reading table instead of a make-up whatever.
I stared at the ceiling of the room and I realized I have to call my sister and tell her about everything that has happened. If this is what I think it is, then we need all the help we can get. And no, it's not been a vacation killer when she wanted to come back.
Yes, she is studying abroad but I think she's through with studying.
So am calling her.
(A/N: just name any place that you think is abroad)
Singapore
05:23pm"Look, we are having spaghetti, scrambled eggs and tomato sauce and if you want something else, you might as well step your foot straight into the kitchen and start cooking."
After spending lots of time here and together we always still have problems when it comes dinner.
I'm right here at the kitchen making dinner while my mate, who is way over there in the balcony, is dictating what we are supposed to have for dinner. If I wasn't so dedicated in making the food I would have killed him. But then I too will also die. So no killing.
"But we had that yesterday."
"Oh, you mean at the restaurant we were supposed to go together but you ditched me and ended up coming home late?"
He looked at me.
"Uh huh. I don't think so too."
So I know you might be bored already, lemme just introduce myself. I'm Veronica Daphne Rogers. Daughter to Luna Anna and Alpha Phillip.
Veronica's POV
So now you know my name.
I am the first born of the Rogers family. I am an Alpha and a strong one at that. I was 16 when I decided to leave home to study abroad but my father kicked against it, saying I was too young to face the world all on my own without a guardian. So i waited two more years and when i had finally turned 18, father decided to let me go but not without someone. And that was when I met my mate. Though we both weren't of age then but still.
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The Omega's Alpha [DISCONTINUED]
WerewolfThe wish of every omega being born into a pack is to not be bullied. To not be seen as weak. To not be seen as a waste of time and disgrace. And to not be rejected by their mate.