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Alpha Titus (editing)
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He ruled the werewolf community yet he was a mere 24 in human years, His lack of a mate caused him to be cold hearted, mean and ruthless. She was everybody's dream girl, with her luscious blonde flowing hair and unique eyes, everyone wanted her, but no one could have her but him. When he later eyes on the petite human, he instantly knew she was his, he needed to feel her touch, he needed to hear her voice, He need her. THIS IS A FAST PACED STORY!!
Original fiction. Characters and events are invented.
Edited by: Huangguo Drama · Updated:
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### Chapter 1: Alpha Titus
THIS IS A WEREWOLF BOOK!
I chose not to do face claims because i couldn't find someone who fit the aura of each character except for amity so here are some quick descriptions
Amity:
5'2
Long Blonde curls down to her hips
Very pale
Heterochromia (one brown one blue eye)
Slim thicccccc (I'm sorry 😂 )
Innocent aura/look
18
Titus:
6'5
Dark Brown/Black hair
Tan
Light Green eyes
Muscular build
He scary looking, Sometimes has stubble along his jaw and chin
2 4
Lance:
6'0
Longish Blonde hair
Light Tan
Gray eyes
Not super muscular
He looks like your classic joker
22
Darius:
6'3
Buzzcut (Brown hair)
Mixed
Brown eyes
Veryyy Muscular
Intimidating and protective
24
Libby:
5'7
Pin straight brown hair
Tan
Blue eyes
Slim
Cute and playful
18
Charity:
42.5"
Long curls
Light Tan
Heterochromia
Small
Smiley and Cute
5
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### Chapter 2: one
'whoever i'm mated to better be ready to be treated like absolute gold. i have so much love that i have been waiting to give, it's ridiculous.'
(Tye-tus)
A growl escapes my lips as I plunge my head forward, throwing the sickly looking wolf back, It's back hitting a tree causing a yelp to escape its mouth. I snarl at the stupid creature that dare to cross me. I rush towards the wounded beast, clamping It's neck in my jaws before pulling, a satisfying snap is heard as It's body goes limp.
I drop the most likely disease ridden mutt, before shifting back to my human form, the cold breeze brushes against my naked figure as my bones crack back in to shape before I pick up my grey sweats and white sneakers that I left here last time, I sigh as I bring one of the cigarettes I had previously placed in the pocket to my lips, before turning back to the dumb rogue his once fur clad body is now fair skin,
He looks old, maybe fifty? Matted grey hair falls down his back and a prominent beer belly is laid against the forest floor, blood coats his fair skin and I almost feel bad, keyword, almost. The monster was discovered after he tried to take a young girl from my pack, most likely to satisfy his needs. He deserves worse than what he got. A smell catches my attention, almost covered by the smoke from the cigarette in my hand, but as quickly as I smelt it, it was gone.
I blow the puff of smoke into the air as I turn back towards my pack, feeling the need to walk, I decide against shifting, despite my wolfs constant pleas. My mind instantly finds the girl of my dreams, not that I know what she looks like. I can just imagine a shadowed figure as she cares for my pack, I don't want to make assumptions on her appearance, if i even find her, she's most likely dead.
My wolf growls at the thought and I have to admit, I feel the immense pain of accepting those words but It's true. Most Wolves find their mate on their eighteenth birthday, yet I have searched and come up blank, I cried in my mamma's arms the night of my birthday, I couldn't believe the moon goddess would forget about me, but I never stopped trying until recently, the longer I stay unmated the more I slip, the more control my wolf gains, if my wolf gains full control, all havoc will break loose.
I just need someone to protect, someone who will be there for me just so I can hold her, I want someone who will giggle as i bury my face into the crook of her neck and lightly nip her skin playfully, someone who will lead alongside me, putting me in my place when I'm in the wrong, I just need my mate.
"How did it go?" Lance asks as I return to the pack border, his long blonde hair sits scruffily on his scalp, the freckles dotting his face a pure reminder of his innocence, his gray eyes dart around the forest for any sight of the prisoner and his hands stay clenched, as he gets ready to follow any order I give him, my beta is practically my brother, he's also definitely a bottom but we don't talk about that.
He found his mate, Darius, as expected, on his birthday, it kills me to walk around watching the two as they parade around the pack house, holding each other. I'm happy for him, I truly am, but all it does is awake the beast inside me, the one that will tear the world apart looking for her. I look down at my best friend who stands a fair few inches below me.
"He's dead." I stare simply. Lances eyes widen a fraction at my blunt words as i have another drag of the cigarette. "I will get the clean up," He states before walking away, a sigh escapes my lips as I finish my trek to my house, it's a simple cottage-like place, a homely look to it, I could care less how it looks, all I use it for is sleep, it isn't my home, my mate is my home, not this wooden shack.
A quiet howl of pain escapes my lips as I walk around the empty house, no one here, no one will be, I need to move on, my pack needs a luna, Whether I like it or not, i'm going to have to find someone else, unless she turns up, but I highly doubt she will, after all, even when she does arrive, who would love a monster like me?
(Am-it-ee)
"I will," I say with a small smile as i face the man in front of me, I kneel down picking up the shards of glass carefully, "I'm so sorry miss," The older guy says politely as I pick up the glass he dropped.
"It's perfectly fine, Mr.Lewis, go take a seat, I will be with you shortly," I say quietly, today, as usual, I'm at work, when I'm not at work, I'm at school and when I'm not at either I'm caring for Charity. I don't really get much free time anymore, ever since mama left, it's been work work work.
I sigh as I place a sign next to the small pile of glass, praying no one pierces their foot, I really dislike blood, i can handle it yes, but it makes me feel horrible, picking up a few more pieces, I take it into the back place, placing the shards into a small trash can, catching a glimpse at myself in the mirror, I almost gasp in shock.
My once neatly tied up blonde curls now has wispy hairs flying every where, my simple makeup has done nothing to disguise everything I try to hide, and my simple skater skirt and pink cropped shirt it covered in something, of which I have no idea.
I quickly attempt to fix myself up before scurrying back out to sweep the rest of the glass, I guess it's just part of working in a diner. My shift finishes soon after the incident with Mr. Lewis, a regular. As I step outside, I swear I see two men between some of the trees, one either passed out or dare I say dead as the other stands above him, in just grey sweats. I don't waste another second as i speed walk down the street on my way home. I'm going crazy.
I softly sing along to the music that plays through my headphones as I try and erase whatever I just saw out of my memory, prepping myself to go see Charity after the long day, I could use a hug from my care-bear. A grateful sigh leaves my lips as I reach our small apartment complex, I hurry inside, practically running up the stairs (and almost tripping twice) before opening the door to apartment 105.
"Ammy?" My angels voice rings out before I get knocked back by her small arms wrapping round my thighs. I look down at my five year old sister with a smile on my face as I tuck her golden locks behind her ears, staring into her contrasting eyes, identical to mine.
"Hey Angel cakes, what's Libby cooking?" I question referring to my best friend and Charity's babysitter, she always wanted to be a chef, I always joke about how she's the perfect wife, she has a killer body, a gorgeous face and she cooks, I'm surprised no one has snatched her up yet, she's every mans dream.
"Spaghetti," she squeals jumping off me and running into the kitchen, I quickly follow in suit, "Heyyyyy bi-," I stop her from speaking the devils language, looking down at Charity, before back at her with pointed eyes, of which she rolls before placing a plate of pasta in front of us. "There's this party Saturday night," Libby states flipping her long brunette hair behind her back, she was blessed with pin straight hair, that doesn't get frizzy and matted after a rainy day, unlike me.
"Nope, I couldn't go even if I wanted to, what would Indo with Charity also you al-," I'm cut off by a sigh that escapes her lips, "If you'd just let me finish, it's a fancy schmancy party being hosted by this guy called Lance, kids can come too, it's being held in the town museum you have to wear fancy dresses and it sounds like such an amazing experience," Libby finishes catching Charitys attention.
"I wanna go, can we go? pweaseeeee ammy?" she pleads giving me her signature puppy face, I close my eyes with a huff as I look over at libby, "We don't even have anything to wear," I point out, to which Libby hands me a wad of cash, "I'm not taking your money," I say pointedly,
"Yes you are, tomorrow, we are going shopping," She squeals grabbing Charitys hand, "I didn't even- and they're gone," looks like we are going to some ball.
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