The loud beeping of my phone roused me from sleep, I shut the alarm and snuggled under the covers for a few more minutes.I usually take time in waking up, so I have set an early alarm. I finally dragged myself out of the bed and quickly got into my daily routine. I am an architect, at 24, I am one of the youngest employees of Barton & Tom, one of the leading Construction firms in London.Grabbing my coffee, I walked onto the train. I always keep my headphones on because I can hear everything. I mean, literally, everything. I have extraordinary senses because I am not normal. I have extraordinary speed, agility, and strength. No, I am not some superhero, I am a werewolf, however, unlike most werewolves, I do not live in a pack. No, I am not a rogue wolf either.I belong to one of the most powerful packs of North America, 'The Jade moon pack'. I am very much in touch with my older brother the Alpha of the pack, Rick Anderson and the pack Beta, Bobby. My father's beta, Thomas Jackson, and his lovely wife Martha. I even visit my pack annually during Christmas.However, I prefer living independently. Rather, I have got used to this lifestyle. There is a reason why I live away.When I was 9, I had accompanied my parents to New York City for some inter-werewolf conference, I was overly excited about the trip. As we were staying right in front of Central Park. But things did not turn out as expected. I do not remember much, but my father died trying to protect me from the rogues and other packs. Werewolves are violent and territorial. They fight over the littlest of things. My father died in a were war.My mother died soon after due to a broken heart. They were mates. That is one of the reasons I want to avoid finding my mate. The mated wolves are like two halves of a soul. They either die or turn mad with grief if their mate is lost. Very few wolves manage to survive the ordeal of losing their mates.I want to avoid being one of them. Though my wolf has been searching for her mate ever since I hit puberty and shifted for the first time.After my mother's death, I was sent off to Australia, to live with my aunt. Aunt Flora is a keeper. Keepers are humans who are aware of werewolves and other supernatural beings. You see, werewolves are very secretive and stay hidden from humans.There might be a werewolf living right next to you, and you would never know it. However, living among humans require some amount of human interactions for example tax filing, property dealings and various legal stuff.Keepers are such humans who know about us and help us. My mother was also a keeper until she met my father, and they discovered they were mates.I did not live in Australia for long, as soon I shifted for the first time, my aunt moved to Europe. You see there are no wolves in Australia, hence no werewolf packs. If I were accidentally spotted by someone while out for a run, it would be hard to explain the presence of a wolf in the country. The UK does not have any wild wolves either. They were all hunted down by the end of the 17th century. Most of the werewolf packs migrated to the New World to avoid prosecution back in Europe. Hence, very few packs remained in Europe and none in the UK. They thrived in North America, soon adapting to the vast tracks of land and the wildernesses.I have got control of my wolf now. I rarely shift unless I am in total isolation. I like being human."Alice! How was your weekend?" Elsa, my pretty redhead colleague asked me as soon as I had reached my cubicle."Nothing much, I visited aunt Flora, how about you?" I asked while shoving my bag in the drawer."Well, just the usual clubbing. I missed you, you should join me next week with Mark, of course."Elsa grinned at me. I just laughed it off. Mark Barton, the heir to the Barton & Tom is my boyfriend."When is he coming back from his business trip?" "Middle of this week, hopefully," I replied.Mark and I have been together for the last two years, he hit on me right after I joined his company. I am used to getting male attention. I am not tall, I am an average 5'4 tall, but I have a slim body, dark hair and hazel eyes. Everyone says I look like my mother. She was beautiful, perhaps, I did inherit some of her good looks.Initially, I avoided Mark because dating the heir of the company I worked for would have been unprofessional. But Mark was very persuasive, not to mention sweet, and kind. Unlike wolves, who are very protective and possessive. I cannot stand obsessive partners. Another reason why I do not want a mate!Mark is a human and, like everyone else in the office and my friend circle, he has no idea that I am a werewolf. I have successfully kept my wolf concealed all these years, and I plan to keep it that way. However, someday I would have to reveal my true nature to him. I do not know how he would react. I have been avoiding that situation so far.The day went on uneventfully, boring to be precise. I like boring because my life back in the US was extraordinary. I had just entered my 1-bedroom flat when my phone rang. It was Emma, Beta Thomas's daughter and one of my best friends. I turned on the video call and smiled at her. Like most werewolves of our age, she had found her mate. Bobby, her mate was my brother's Beta."Hi, Emma, what's up?" I asked.Emma with her golden locks smiled from the other side."I can't wait to meet you. You are coming for the Christmas vacation, right?""Only if you promise not to force me to meet other alphas," I replied.Emma and everyone else who were close to me did not approve of my human boyfriend. Not because he was a human, but because he was not my mate. For werewolves, finding their mate is the most crucial aspect of their life. They were baffled by the fact that I was disinterested in finding my mate.It is hard to explain. I just do not want to end up like my mother or that mad wolf in my pack who killed himself after losing his mate.She sighed," I know you prefer not to find your mate, but you can't fight fate. If something has to happen, it will happen. Ok?""Yeah, whatever," I rolled my eyes."So, how are things back home?" I asked while collapsing on the sofa."Your brother is being an ass as usual. He has increased the training routine for all the young wolves. So, they are all crabby these days.""Sounds like Rick," I chuckled.My brother had to take over the pack at the age of 17, after my father's death. Rick is eight years older than me. He was lucky to find his mate Linda at the age of 21. She is the sweetest person ever and helped him find balance and peace in his life. I finished my conversation with Emma and took off my clothes to prepare for the night.I shifted into my brown wolf, Lana. I cannot go out in the city for a run, but my wolf understands. I let her run around and have fun at aunt Flora's estate. Curling onto my bed, I slept off in my wolf form.
"Mark!"I cried out as I ran towards him. He was finally back from Germany, and I could not wait to get into his arms. He had told me not to receive him at the airport, but I could not help it. His blue eyes sparkled as he engulfed me in his muscular arms. At his 6" 1 he towered over my 5" 4 slim body."I missed you," I gushed as he kissed me on my cheeks."Me too, so how was your trip?" I asked as he picked up his bag, and we made it out from the airport."Boring, and hectic, I wish dad stopped sending me to these trips." He grumbled.Mark is the heir of one of the Biggest Architecture firms. Hence, he was groomed to inherit it by his Lord of something father. He comes from an old family of Barons. With his blue eyes, dark hair, and well-toned body, he is one of the most eligible bachelors of London. I have no idea why he fell for me. When I had asked him, he said he liked my gentleness and delicate features, which were quite ironic. I could rip him apart
Aunt Flora is what one would refer to as eccentric. Most keepers are a bit eccentric. It is not easy being different, the ability to see and deal with the supernatural comes with some drawbacks. One of them being loneliness. Aunt Flora has a phantom lover, that is what she claims. I have never seen him though. Werewolves do not have the power to see ghosts, but she is very sweet, so I humoured her.Currently, she was shaking her head when I told her about Mark's proposal."Your mate won't like it," she replied, shaking her head.Aunt Flora was 50, though she looked around 35. She was pretty with her short red hair and elegant dressing sense. She reminded me of Jacky Kennedy. Though I think an aunt is prettier."But, aunt, I don't want a mate," I tried to reason."Nonsense, all wolves want their mate, it is known. Poor Mark, he will be so broken-hearted," She said with a gloomy face."Why would Mark be heartbroken?" I asked, surprised."He is not your mate. Once you find your mate, you
Alice As we spluttered to the surface, those arms were still encircling me. It was then I looked into the most gorgeous pair of green eyes I had ever seen.Time stopped; my lungs had stopped breathing. Everything had stopped existing. I could not see or feel anything else besides this beautiful man standing in front of me. Not beautiful, that word would be too feminine. He was the embodiment of masculinity.His wet and messy brown hair fell over his forehead. He was taller than me by a foot and almost three times my width. He had a warrior's body, cut from years of training. He was shirtless and wet, which was driving my wolf crazy. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks, it was strong and defined with a perfect jawline."Mine! Mine! Mine !" My wolf screamed.And I was suddenly wet, not because of falling in the pool. I was wet down below. Those green eyes were glued to me, and I knew he felt the same. He knew I was his mate!
I woke up slowly and fought my way to consciousness as if trying to swim up from deep, dark waters. I was 9 again, there was smoke everywhere. People were running around trying to escape the fire, there were gunshots. I closed my ears, trying to shut out the chaos, someone grabbed my shoulders. It hurt.I looked up at the face of the man, but it was all blurry. Then I was running again, I hid under a table and shut my eyes and ears again."Do not be scared, I will protect you......" Said a gentle voice. I turned and there was a boy, a few years older than me. He was hiding along with me while the smoke billowed around us.I woke up sweating from my nightmare, breathing hard. I checked my watch, it was still early.Five am to be precise. Most of the juveniles and younger wolves would have already started their training. But I was on a vacation. I could catch a few more hours of sleep. Though I could not sleep anymore.I lay in my bed and replied to a few emails,
When I decided to visit the club, which was ironically called 'The Lycans', I dressed for the part.Emma had said this could be my impromptu bachelorette party, and we had a good laugh about it. We drove to the city along with Emma and another theta girl, Melanie.Bobby being all possessive mate had insisted on accompanying us, but we wanted a girl's night out. We were in the human part of the town where the presence of wolves was nil, and we could handle human males easily.Once in London, I was about to be mugged while returning late. All I needed were my claws. The look of terror on that prospective mugger's face was priceless. Harming a human is banned since we live in secrecy, we are not supposed to reveal ourselves. However, we can do so in self-defence and emergencies.I had decided to be a little risqué -I wore a black tank top that was meshed and a short red plaid skirt. Not too short, I preferred not to feel self-conscious or attract unwanted attentio
The door crashed open revealing a tall figure. He crossed the room in three large steps and came to rest directly in front of me. He was dressed in a tight black t-shirt and black cargo pants. His black boots were caked with mud, and he looked furious.'My mate!', my wolf sang in happiness while I stared at him in disbelief.His hand came up to gently stroke my cheek and I felt his lips on my hair as he removed my gag."You! You did this to me? " My voice cracked. It was more of a question than a statement."Thank God you are safe," he whispered.I looked up into his eyes, "Who are you?"I realized I did not even know his name. He smiled. I noticed he had dimples. My heart skipped a beat."I am sorry, we were never properly introduced. I am Lucian Blake of the Crimson Shadow Pack."'What a lovely name,' my wolf purred.My face was frozen, and I could not take my eyes off him. I had heard of his pack from Emma. There are two kinds of Alpha
I felt like a slut. I had just cheated on Mark!' I am horrible! ', I thought.'No, you are not, you kissed your mate as you should,' my wolf was pleased.'My wolf is a pervert,' I cursed myself.I finally slid off Lucian's lap and pulled down my skirt, folding my arms. I was looking out of the window. He kept his hand firmly around me. The area looked familiar; it was the state highway a few miles off the pack lands. Still, I was unable to form any connection with Rick and I had lost my mobile.Perhaps, I could plan an escape if I were careful. I turned towards him and spoke. "Lucian, I need to use the restroom, can you stop at some service station, please?" I made my most desperate puppy face. My wolf was resisting. She was trying to overpower me so that I would stay. He gave me a piercing look with those divine eyes. I noticed he had lovely lashes.'Please kiss him,' my wolf pleaded. I
It was too late to run. I looked at the approaching monsters as the first one stopped right in from of me. The doors opened, and I was engulfed in Rick's familiar scent."Alice! Thank God you are safe." Rick said from above my head, I was pressed to his chest in a relieving hug. I was quickly huddled into the SUV, sitting alongside Rick."Now, tell me what happened?" Rick asked, softly.I did not even know where to start. I told him everything, how I was drugged and kidnapped by the rogues and being rescued by Lucian Blake.Rick's face hardened. He was furious, I could tell. Rick, my only brother, was eight years older than me. When my father died in that inter-were fight, he was just 17. He used to be away for several training, high school, and other things while I was growing up. I spent most of my time with Emma and Bobby, who were near to my age.After taking over the pack, he had worked relentlessly. Due to our age gap and my being sent away, we did not get the o