Hazel wasn't your average 17 year old girl. She was a werewolf. And no, before you ask. Vampires aren't real. You sound ridiculous, those are just in the movies. This isn't twilight. Hazel did not want to meet her mate but luck seems to be on the complete opposite side of hers, and it happens to be her own alpha who she is destined to be with for the rest of her life. Hazels first instinct was to fight and then run. ------------------------------ As I walk into the bland high school I had been attending for the past 4 years. I didn't expect today to be different then any other day. And then it hit me. A strong smell of chocolate mixed with pine? Mate. Mate. Mate. Fuck. I whipped my head around looking around trying to pinpoint the scent. Then we locked eyes. Alpha Cole. The alpha was my mate. This is about to make my life a lot harder then it ever needed to be. Curse you moon goddess. Within a blink of my eye he appears in front of me growling mate and puts his hands on my waist. I did the only thing I knew how to do. I fought. My fight or flight kicked in at the same time and I damn near through my heart would burst by the simple touch. Taking a deep swift breath I brought my fist backwards closed my eyes and I swung and my fist made contact with his face. The school went silent. Seriously. You could've heard a pin drop. He was stunned and dropped his hands from me and I did the second best thing I know how to do. I ran. Thinking to myself as I pushed my legs further and further. I just punched my alpha mate. Fuck. Me. ------ highest placements #101 in alphafemale