Roisin Sommers, 17 year old werewolf chick, who really only wants to drink and fuck. "You are meant for great things, my little spitfire." that was all her mother told her these days. She was meant to be the pretty alpha's daughter who would someday...
*A/N this is what i imagine Roisin to look like, yall can picture her as a brunette or a horse if u like, idrc its ur imagination! * ____________________________
The wind wooshed past her beaming face, her unbound red hair fluttering behind her as Gavriel's wolf leaped over a branch. His mate, Lyria, came bounding up from behind them carrying a mangled rabbit corpse in her maw. She had always been the wild one in the pack, letting her wolf's instincts take over. That's partly why Roisin had tolerated her all these years, and also she wasn't really as bad as her other brothers' mates.Ugh I hate those bitches.
She clutched her brother's fur tighter as he propelled himself over the wide river that divided their pack house from the forest. He landed on silent paws and trotted right up to the front door.
Roisin didn't need him to give her a sign that he was going to shift, she had been out on patrols with him and Lyria countless times now. She swung her toned legs over his broad shoulder and landed on the gritty soil, she patted his neck gently before stepping back.
"ROISIN, GAVRIEL, THOMAS, NATHAN," her mother's voice erupted from the pack house, "DINNERS READY!"
Her eyes widened as she shot an apologetic look to the pair of lupines, they didn't fear her parents like she did, because they aren't pups anymore. Lucky bastards.
Roisin turned on her heels and trudged up the porch steps. Two blurs of grey fur pushed past her and into the kitchen. Nathan and Thomas. A frustrated growl—that didn't sound human—escaped her as she chased after them, grabbing a slipper on the way.
"You little cocksuckers," she gritted her teeth as she stomped into the kitchen, "It's my first shift tomorrow, so I should get first serving!"
The twin fucking snakes were sitting at the table and wolfing down their casserole, so innocent. Bullshit. They gave her matching sneers.
"Fuck. You." she spat.
She slouched down into a chair and stuck up both of her middle fingers.
"Roisin!" a sharp slap on the back of the head.
Could this day get any worse?
I had to deal with my twin brothers, and their equally sly mates were probably lurking around here somewhere. And then there was the shift. When I would disappoint and disgrace my whole pack by running away. I still don't get why I have to be alpha, Im the youngest and a girl, so why the fuck is it being shoved onto me?
Fuck, I need a drink.
Roisin shoved a few mouthfuls of food into her mouth and stood up, shouting her thanks as she ran up the stairs. She kicked her bedroom door open and snatched up an opened bottle of tequila.
There it was. That pretty little white dress that her mate would carry her away in, the dress she would've looked so gorgeous in a year ago. It's not like she'll be wearing it for long anyway. I cannot wait to see the look on everyone's faces when I disappear.
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