What happens when Mates are rarely found in the wolf shifter community, but an alpha to be just happens to be lucky enough to find his in the new girl at school....the only problem is...she isn't quite the wolf he thought his mate would be....

What would happen if your father decided to have you married to a complete stranger? Taylor Hayes a 17 year old. She is independent teenage girl who gets what she wants and when it doesn't go her way she finds a way to get it. She doesn't let anyone tell her what to do especially, Jason Storm. Jason is a cocky 19 year old Alpha waiting for his perfect obedient mate. What happens when these two meet and Jason finds out that his mate is also an alpha? Will she listen or will she fight? What danger's and secrets await our young wolves? (Under editing so please bear with me) Highest ranking in Werewolves: #169

My name is Jess pierce, and I'm a Werewolf. I'm 17 years old, and my Father is the alpha of the dark moon pack in the out-skirts of Savannah, Georgia. To be completely honest with you, my life is pretty much perfect; I was spoiled as a child (I still am), but not to the point of being rotten, I have no enemies and a ton of friends, I've been prom queen two years in a row, and every boy in our Pack wants to be with me. How is it that it took me years to create this perfect life, but it only took reading two words to turn it completely up side down? (Also check out my other story, The Alphas Son! And if you're looking for a non werewolf story check out Butterfly Garden!) **Warning- the story starts off with her being a little arrogant, but don't let that scare you off! It doesn't last longer than the first chapter, I only wrote it like that to make the introduction more to the point!

"You are mine, you understand? Mine and no one else's. Shall I remind you? ," he growled into my ear. By then, he had my back pressed up against the wall, his body trapping me to it. The tingles running all over my body from everywhere we touched. His scent driving me crazy as his hot breath fanned my lips. Since I got back, everything had been nothing but a roller coaster ride since I locked eyes with him. Since then, its been Lewis. Lewis. Lewis. Lewis Brody. Its not that I didn't want him. Id be lying. But, imagine this, what if your mate was the guy you couldn't be with? One who your brothers hated, one your father will never approve of? One who belonged to a pack that was rivals with yours? Not to make things worse, but you hate the living hell out of his sister as she does you. My name is Zendaya Jamae Smith and I wasn't looking forward to meeting my mate. I never wanted to be anybody's other half. I've seen rejection with my own eyes. I've seen how it is to be used. I've seen that its still possible to love someone else other than your mate. I'm the daughter of an Alpha and I don't need no mate. My family and friends are all I need. But, secrets, that were once well-hidden, start slipping up and family and friends are not exactly reliable. And, when I have to choose either the light or dark, its not exactly easy either. Life changes- fast. And everyone does too. Even myself. Mates is what I thought was my biggest problem. Until I became the problem myself. Sequel to [More than an Alphas Mate]

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION