The Alpha connection.

I'm not giving up. I'm not letting this drag me down somewhere I don't want to go. I made my choice, I chose my people. Not love, not that meant-to-be bullshit and not even the moon goddess are going to make me change my mind. Period. Damn straight.
You see, I'm an Alpha. Yeah, the werewolf kind. And I'm a female —awesome, I know—, reason why I am constantly underestimated. I don't really care, though, I'm a pretty good Alpha and I most certainly know how to use my authority.
Problem? I found my mate. Shit.
And it's an Alpha, too. Double shit, right? But that isn't even the worst part of it. His pack is mine's diaper enemy. No, really, both packs have a lot of history which made us the ultimate motherfucking worst enemies ever. Hatred doesn't even start to cover what we feel for each other.
So while this Alpha guy I'm supposed to have children with and a happily ever after tries to seduce me and make me fall for him, I'm viciously struggling with my wolf instincts that insist on giving in —yeah, I know, my wolf is a bitch who gets wet every time he puts his eyes on me. Let me tell you, this isn't easy.
But, bitch, I'm a fucking Alpha, and I'm most definitely not letting myself fall for him.
Right?
RIGHT?
Oh, fuck.

WARNING: English is NOT my first language, so if you find any spelling mistakes, feel free to tell me. Hope you enjoy it.