Her Name Is Charlie

Charlie was never one to be a girly type of person, regardless of how princess-like her name was. She had short hair just like every other strapping young man she hung around with, with the same rough hands and scuffed up knees. Although, try as she might to grow, she wasn't incredibly tall. Reaching a fairly hobbit-like 5-foot-four, she was the center of most jokes and taunts she'd laugh along with. She'd always just been one of the guys, playing baseball and roughhousing whether she was in a dress or not. She was the next in line for the Beta position, nearing the age to take her title and a mate. She'd always, always dreamed about having a special someone, no matter what she's always told the others. She was as independent and stubborn as her father, clever and strong enough to face anything or anyone. But, as oxen-like as she may be, could she handle her mate? Could she stand to be in the same room as the stoic, stone-like Alpha?

Alpha Stephen had his emotions, ups and downs, but he never let on. He was the Alpha since he turned seventeen, his father handing the title down to him once he proved worthy. He was very good at his job, although he rarely ever consulted with his Beta, let alone with any other living creature in the room. However, as rough and thick-headed as he could be, he thoroughly loved his friends and family, the only ones he would welcome with a smile in any sort of company. However, would he easily accept his one and only mate? Could he handle Charlie's rowdy, albeit upstanding personality?