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Alpha's Gymnast

Genre: Fantasy, Supernatural, Romance,

Werewolf shifter

Posted: April 28th, 2024

Ashley Green, a rogue halfling wolf, lost and abandoned by the only wolf role model in her life. Left to her human father to be raised and nurtured. Greed blurs her father's vision, changes him into a different kind of monster. Without a wolf in her life, she's left to trust and believe the cruel words of packs, left to base her knowledge of her wolf off of teenage bullies. When all you know is that rogues, once they shift, aim to kill, aim to destroy. Would you want to shift?

Forced to move, again because of her father's greed and an injury, she ends up at yet another gym, another school, and in a new pack land. What happens when all your father sees is money when you go to competitions? What happens when you can't stop your shift because your mate is close? What happens when your mate is the Alpha's son?

Excerpt:

"Dad, it's not like I wanted this." While I might not be a complete fan of the sport, I don't exactly want to kill myself doing it. Injuries are expected, don't get me wrong, but I'm not searching to get them. I just want to finish high school, find a pack to move into and my mate. My father hates the idea of a wolf pack, or his daughter being a wolf. Since I'm the money maker, he has to put up with my peculiar abilities.

"This is the second time it's happened. You're trying to get out of gymnastics." Shaking my head at him we continue towards the car. I want to get this long haul drive over with. Having to drive from sunny Florida state all the way up into Maine, is going to suck period. I'm used to the hot long summers, not the frigid long winters.

"I'm not, once you screw up something, it's easy for it to get hurt again." My father turns, throwing an arm out, hitting me in the arm. Tilting I make the mistake of putting down my right leg, gasping with a grimace as pain shoots up my leg.

"Don't argue! You need to stay off that damn leg girl. Just get in the car." He grumbles, stomping towards the drivers side door. Wincing I lift my leg. I don't want to move again, not like he gives a damn. Opening the back door, I slide my crutches onto the floor before sitting down and sliding back onto the seat. Pulling the door shut awkwardly, I already made sure to set up my own little resting nook. I buckle up, grabbing my pillow and forcing it under my leg. Resting my head against the door I hear the car started, before it's pulled out. Time to get on the road I guess.

"Why do we have to move to Maine?" My father has never made an effort to make a move up north, I've never understood that. I don't really understand why we are moving up north now.

"Because you made local headlines, you got hurt when we were getting ready for a competition, remember? We have to move far away to keep suspicion away." My father talks to me like I'm an idiot. Making me fold my arms over my stomach, it's not like I have to take off the brace. Keeping it on won't do anything besides make my Dad get a job and earn his own money. Silence fills the cab of the car, I hate this. I had talked to the Alpha of the nearby pack, I hadn't realized that this was so close to the pack.