Unwanted Alpha (Book 1 of Alpha Series)

Chapter 1- Thomas's POV (Age 5)

I woke up the following morning feeling sad. I had no idea why I was sad, but I was. I wasn't sure if it was because the pack seemed to hate me or because they really hated my best friend. I was an Alpha's child, so I thought that they would respect me, but boy was I wrong.

They hated me a lot. They bullied me and made me cry. They didn't care that I would one day lead them because if they did, then they wouldn't have bullied me or made me feel so weak and worthless.

The door to my room opened without the person knocking, but I didn't look over to see who was coming into my room. I didn't care who it was because I was not moving; I was not moving from my bed today. I didn't want to be going somewhere where others hated me, and I knew that it would be school.

Silent footsteps padded into my room, the door closing softly behind them. They didn't say a word while they walked towards my bed, and I had a feeling that it wasn't my parents because they would have said something by now.

The silent footsteps stopped in front of me, and I kept my eyes closed because I didn't want to see who it was. "Tommy?" a voice whispered before a warm finger poked my cheek, and I had a feeling I knew who it was. The person poked my cheek again, making it move underneath their pressure. "Are you awake? Please, be awake."

I groaned and turned away from my best friend, Sam, pulling the covers over my head. I knew that it was her because my mother and father wouldn't poke my cheek to get me out of bed. I stayed silent, not wanting to talk to her because I was not in the mood.

My best friend huffed and clambered onto my bed before she sat on me. "Get up," she demanded, bouncing up and down, ignoring my grumbles of protest to get her to stop bouncing on me. "Alpha Ryker said breakfast is almost ready. There is going to be bacon and pancakes and toast."

"No," I groaned, clutching the blanket closer to me because I did not want it to move away from my head. "Leave me alone, Sam. I don't wanna go to school." I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed that I would be able to go back to sleep, even though Sam was still bouncing on me.

Sam sighed and laid down beside me, and I couldn't help but open my eyes to watch her. She pulled the blanket down away from my face to look at me, and I closed my eyes because I didn't want to see her wide eyes filled with tears. "I don't wanna either," she said, and I could tell that she was pouting. "But, Alpha Ryker says we have to."

I grunted and turned away from her. I didn't care that she didn't want to go because she didn't have to go through what I had to go through. I shook my head, trying to fight back those thoughts.

I knew that I shouldn't listen to them, but sometimes, I couldn't help it.

Sometimes they were so loud, telling me that it was Sam's fault for everything. But that couldn't be true. They could never be true.

Sam was my best friend; she would never hurt me in that way. She wouldn't hurt me, on purpose. She was my best friend and someone that cared about me.

"Ow," I said when I felt something sharp pinch my ear before it pulled away. "Sam," I scowled, turning to face my best friend, who was giving me a "mommy" look. "Did you just bite my ear?" I touched my ear but didn't feel anything wrong with it.

"Yes," she said and nodded in confirmation. "You were ignoring me. And, I can't push you off the bed. You are too heavy."

"Am not," I complained, and she smiled and shrugged. "You are just too weak." I turned towards her and pulled her close to me, and stared into her big doe eyes. "Why don't we just hide?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "We could just run off into the woods and wait until Daddy leaves with everyone else."

Sam tensed when I said the woods, and I couldn't help but wonder why. She shook her head and set her jaw, and I knew better than to try to change her mind because she was too stubborn sometimes. "I don't want to get into trouble," she whispered, her voice matching mine. "Please, can we just go?"

I sighed but nodded, ceasing my fight with her because I knew she wouldn't allow me to stay home. I knew that she would tell my parents or try to get me to go to school some other way. "Ok, but you owe me your cookies. Deal?"

Sam grinned, showing me a hole in her mouth from where I had accidentally thrown a ball at her. She had been too slow to catch it, so it ended up hitting her in the mouth. Sam didn't cry when her tooth fell out, but she threw the ball at my boy part, and that hurt more than anything else I had felt in the world.

"Deal."