Artemis

My fingers drum on my school desk, watching the seconds tick by on the clock above the chalkboard. All while trying my best to ignore the twat flicking paper balls at the back of my head.

Mrs Janet drones on with his boring lecture, unaware of the fact not a single one of his students is actually listening; most are too busy passing notes, whispering amongst themselves, or like Dave, tossing paper balls at me. I press my lips in a line: same shit, different day.

At least the school year was nearly over. Then my holidays will be spent lounging at home while going through college brochures. I just have to keep reminding myself I will be out of here soon. And that a suspension right now will have my mother breathing down my neck or maybe wringing it. And I know better than to piss that woman off. She would hand me my ass before I could process her coming for me. She has a real reputation, and it isn’t for being a pushover. Plus, I don’t get a free pass just because I am her daughter.

I'm in my last year of high school, and I am glad this part of my life is nearly over. Soon I won’t have to endure the constant torment of being the freak of our Pack—only three more months of school and freedom. I'll be free to choose never to see these assholes again.

My father is the Beta, a highly regarded Pack member. I’m sure you can imagine his disappointment when he discovered my secret. I am the freak, the wolf-less girl. Our school is a Pack school with only werewolves, no humans allowed. You can imagine what kind of hell it has been for me. I'm basically human, shamefully so. And they like to remind me of that every day while here.

However, my parents are the best. The Pack may shun me, but not once have they ever entertained the idea, always telling me I was a late bloomer and my wolf would come one day. I used to believe that story too, until now. I am nearly eighteen, at the age you find your mate, and still without my wolf. Most get their wolf at thirteen. Not getting your wolf is like not hitting puberty. On the plus side, I can say I did hit that one milestone. It was the rest I damn well skipped over.

When the bell rings, I am the first out of my seat, rushing to the cafeteria. I snag a lunch tray before making my way to the line and quickly grab some food before moving to the back of the room to my designated spot. Aren’t I so lucky? This seat and table were specifically reserved for the freak, some asshole even carved ‘freak’ into the tabletop, just in case I forgot my place within the Pack. How sweet. Conveniently, it was located beside the toilet, which in a way, could be classed as the best seat in the cafeteria. Especially on Tuesdays, when they serve something that resembles braised steak and onion, yet it doesn’t taste anything like it, the meat has been questioned plenty of times. There have been whispers that the kitchen lady is serving expelled students. Personally, I think it is roadkill or maybe rodent. Anyway, that lovely Tuesdays lunch has sent many running for the toilet. Luckily, after the first time, I devoured that crap, I make sure to bring a homemade lunch on Tuesdays.

I have just taken my designated seat to eat lunch, the cafeteria bustling with students when I hear my name called over the PA system. “Artemis Villin, please report to the front office,” the middle-aged woman who works as the school's secretary announces. The entire cafeteria laughs and boo’s at me, chucking food at me as I leave. I keep walking, tossing the contents of my tray in the bin and placing my tray next to it. I am more than used to their taunting remarks at this point.

For the most part, I try to remain invisible, which is near impossible when you're the Beta's daughter, and your mother is one of the leading Pack warriors. Tossing my bag over my shoulder, I pull a chunk of lettuce from my dark brown hair that was stuck when Timothy threw his burger at my head. Timothy couldn’t catch an IQ to save his life, but he proved his throwing arm is quite good, or maybe I am just an easy target because it splattered all over my head. I swipe at my hair, my fingers grazing over my wet cheek, and I pull my hand back to look at it.

Ew, and it has mayo on it. I groan, using the sleeve of my sweater to wipe my hair covered in the white gunk while marching out the cafeteria doors.

With quick steps, I walk down the corridor and head toward the front office. With my elbow, I shove the door open and race across the quad. The brown door to the office is nearby, my safe place. No one messes with me here. Mrs. Mason is a scary woman. No one dares to cause drama in the front office. As I am nearly halfway across the quad, Katrina and her goonies step in front of me. I roll my eyes. What does this bitch want now?

Katrina is the Alpha's daughter, and her brother Ace is next in line for the Alpha position; both of them are my nemesis.

“Hey freak,” Katrina sneers, blocking my path. I try to step around her, but she sidesteps directly in front of me.

“What do you want, Katrina?” I ask. We used to be friends, well, until everyone found out I had no wolf, then I became the laughingstock of the school.

“Oh, nothing, just came to give you the proper send-off,” she says with a smirk, and my brows furrow as her words replay in my head.

“What do you mean?” I shake my head, having no idea what she is talking about.

Her blue eyes brighten maliciously, her plump lips pull up into a taunting smile. “You haven’t heard?” She questions in a sing-song tone. Whatever she has to tell me, she is enjoying this.

She fans herself with her hand before checking out her manicured nails. It makes no sense to me why she bothers getting them done when they only break off whenever she shifts.

“If you have something to say, Katrina, spit it out. I have to get to the office,” I retort, done playing her stupid games. Abigail and Eva, her goonies, snicker behind her as Katrina takes a step forward. I give her the once over, my eyes moving over her.

Bitch, you don’t want to test me today. I am covered in burger and nasty ass mayo. I'm starving from not being able to eat my crappy lunch, and I'm being called to the office. Nevertheless, I will feed her bony ass to her if she tries anything. I might actually take my mother's advice for once and deliver the beat down Katrina deserves.

Katrina jabs her finger in my chest, and I slap her hand away as she leans down closer. Her breath smells of mint chewing gum. “My father has banished you. So I thought I would come to see you. Can't miss the chance to say my goodbyes to the unwanted Beta’s daughter,” she says with a giggle while Abigail and Eva laugh at her not-so-funny joke. Geez, those girls are just as stupid as they look. If they weren’t beautiful, I can guarantee no one would put up with their antics.

Before I can question her further about her outlandish claims, she takes a step back and something wet and cold runs down my face just as the office door opens. Eva dumps her milkshake over my head, and it seeps into the crocheted sweater my mother made me, drenching me completely. I feel the slivers of thickened milk run between my cleavage and press my lips in a line; taking a step forward, I clench my fist, wanting nothing more than to break Katrina’s perfect nose. Only I don’t get a chance when my mother's furious voice echoes around us. Katrina jumps and I smirk. Now you’ve done it.

“Katrina Elizabeth Silvercrest, is there a reason you are tormenting my daughter?” My mother demands, I turn on my heel to find my mother walking toward us, her dark hair is pulled back in a high ponytail, and she has an expression as if someone has thrown a burger at her head, and she is going to yank off their arms and beat them with them. She marches over.

She is a strong woman, stern, and she brings fear amongst the she-wolves, including the Luna of the Pack. My mother kicked her ass in training in front of the entire Pack for saying I should have been put down at birth because I was that worthless to the Pack. If she weren’t the only female Pack warrior, my mother definitely would have been punished for embarrassing the Luna like that. Still, everyone knows Alpha Mason has always had the hots for my mother. He has since they were kids, and was disappointed when she turned out not to be his mate.

Katrina’s smile falls as she twirls around to face my mother, who is stalking straight towards her. Eva and Abigail take off afraid to face her wrath, but before Katrina can do the same, my mother stomps past me. My mother growls so deeply and brutally it makes me flinch.

“It was-was an accident,” Katrina stutters out, and to think this pathetic girl is an Alpha female and is scared of my mother. I can’t help the smirk that creeps onto my face. Her fear is so pungent I am shocked she doesn’t soil herself.

What I wasn’t expecting is for my mother to raise her hand and slap her. Katrina squeals loudly, her head whipping to the side and my mother's hand outline imprinting on her face. I cover my mouth with my hands in complete shock at what she did. Katrina cups her cheek as her eyes water. Her eyes dart around the quad before the rest of her face turns as red as the handprint etched into her skin. Shit, Alpha Mason is going to kill my mother now; she just struck the Alpha’s daughter.

I heard gasps and look around to see a few people had seen what my mother had done, yet my mother didn’t seem to care for the audience as she raises her hand again.

“Mom!” I shriek, and she looks over at me before spotting a few teachers rush out. My mother stares them down, daring them to say something.

Katrina tucks tail and runs off, crying. I can just imagine the ridicule she will get tomorrow over it before her dear old daddy has to reinforce his control so that she can take back her Queen Bee status.

“I have always wanted to put that mutt in her place,” my mother says before gripping my arms and leaning down to look me dead in the face.

“Why do you put up with it?” she demands, grabbing my hands and raising them. “You are trained better than any of these little shits here. You may not have a wolf, but that has never stopped you from kicking their asses in training. I trained you. Your father trained you. These worthless bitches are beneath you. You just need to see it.”

I shake my head, knowing it would just make my torment worse, and my hands were no good against a shifted wolf.

“Come, we are leaving,” she orders, straightening up before turning on her heel and walking toward the parking lot. I chase after her before falling in line beside her.

“What’s going on?” I ask, worried after what Katrina said. Getting to the parking lot, I see an orange moving truck parked next to our car, and I stop in my tracks.

“Mom, what's going on?” I ask again when my father hops out of the car.

My mother also stops and reaches out, gripping my soggy sweater and forcing me to keep walking.

“Hey, Pumpkin,” my father greets, walking over and embracing me while my mother quickly gives the thumbs up to the mover waiting for her order.

“I knew you liked strawberry milkshakes. I didn’t know you wanted to wear them, though,'' My father teases, drawing my attention back to him. He swipes some off my hair with his hands before gripping it in a ponytail, wringing out my hair. My mother goes to the trunk, pops it open, and retrieves a water bottle.

“Tip your head back,” my mother instructs, and I obey, craning my neck back as far as I can. She uses the water bottle to rinse my hair before tearing my sweater up the side and taking it off me.

“Mom!”

“I will make you another,” she scolds, tossing it in the garbage can along with the now empty water bottle.

“So, is someone going to tell me what’s going on?” I ask yet again.

My father glances at my mother before giving me a smile.

“You’re moving,” my father announces like it is no big deal. I gape at him. Did he mean house, state, or country? Probably best to leave the country since my mother had just slapped Katrina. That would be wise. Alpha Mason wasn't known for his willingness to forgive anyone.

“Why is what Katrina said true? Did they banish me? Are you getting rid of me?” I ask, feeling sick to my stomach. We have never left the Pack, not even on holidays, before. My parents never took time off. They never had a chance with their positions in the Pack.

I only know of one other family in our Pack whose child didn’t have a wolf, and they threw him away like trash. They literally kicked him out, and it is something I have always been worried about. My parents getting rid of me like I never existed because I brought shame to them. My eyes move to the moving truck and back to my father, but it was my mother that answers my question.

“Yes, what Katrina said is true. Alpha Mason has asked you to leave. This is a werewolf-only community, and he wanted you gone once you hit eighteen,” my mother replies. I have to leave; the Alpha has finally convinced them to get rid of me. My lungs restrict, and I feel on the verge of a panic attack. Where will I go? How will I survive? My worst nightmare is coming true.

“So this is it? You’re sending me away?” I choke out, tears brimming. They are going to get rid of me, force me to go rogue.

“No, of course not. You’re our baby. We knew this was coming, so we made plans. All of us are joining another Pack and coming with you.” my mother tells me with a softer smile than usual. She cups my face in her hands, squishing my lips together. “We would never throw you away. Never, Artem!” she tells me, and I nod my head, relief releases the tension in my bones as she kisses my forehead.

When she lets me go, she turns to look at my father. “By the way, Hun, we should leave,” my mother quips before walking around to the passenger side in a hurry. My father goes to ask why, but she slips in, slamming the door before he can ask her.

“She slapped Katrina,” I whisper to him, and he rocks back on his heels in shock for a second.

A silly smile slips onto his face when he leans closer to me. “Did she get her a good one?” My father asks, sending me a conspiratorial wink, and I smile, shaking my head with a soft laugh and hopping into the back seat. My father pulls away, and the truck follows us.

“What about you, Dad? Aren't you the Pack Beta?” I ask, worried, knowing he will lose his title over this.

“I won't be part of a Pack that shuns my daughter. They want you gone? Then I go too,” he says, leaving no room for argument.

I have the best parents. Relief floods me, even though I feel guilty for ripping them away from everything they have.

“Everything will work out, dear. You’ll see,” my mother reassures me, reaching over from the front and gripping my knee.

“What Pack would want a wolf-less Pack member?” I ask more to myself than them.

“You’re not wolf-less, just a late bloomer. Your wolf will come, Artem. You are born from two werewolf parents; therefore, you are a werewolf,” my mother states, not wanting to see the truth; I am as useless as they say I am. They know it, and I definitely know, yet they still continue to lie to themselves, believing some miracle will happen, and I will finally wake up and tell them my wolf came to me.

“We are moving to White Stone Pack. Alpha Alexander has kindly offered to take us in,” my father tells me as my mother turns back to face the front.

Alpha Alexander? I rack my brain, trying to pull the name from memory, knowing I have heard it before. As I repeat the name, my eyes almost bulge out of my head, and I lean forward in panic. No, anywhere but his Pack. Fuck, I will take my chances going rogue.

“White stone Pack? Isn’t that the Pack that just went to war with the Gold Valley Pack?” I cautiously ask, hoping I'm wrong about who he is.

“Yes, Artemis, I know you're scared, but the Alpha is truly a nice guy. He was very understanding. Besides, I think he was happy about stripping Mason of his Beta and only female warrior,” my mother tells me smugly.

“Yeah, but he killed their entire Pack, mom. He is a monster,” I argue. I am more scared of my so-called new Alpha than my current one. Everyone has heard of the notorious Alpha Alexander and the fear he instills in his enemies. I lean back, knowing already that this is going to be a terrible idea. Some sinking feeling in my stomach weighed down the gravity of the situation we are in.

“I’m sure he had his reasons. Besides, it is not like anyone else was willing to take us in,” my mother scolds.

“So he knows I have no wolf?” I ask, knowing all Packs are small communities solely of our kind. I am a little shocked he even agreed, who would accept a wolf-less girl?

My parents glance at each other and I blink at them, my brain finding actions and words hard to process. "It won’t be an issue as long as you can prove yourself to be helpful around the Pack,” my father replies.

Great, he doesn't know, and I will have to act like an omega slave, I think dryly. I fall asleep on the drive, only waking when we stop at a storage shed. The drive took five hours total, and I am exhausted. My back is killing me, and my ass went numb halfway here. The movers load our stuff into the storage shed before a sleek black car pulls up beside ours and two huge looking men climb out. I move closer to our car, taking a step back as they approach us.

Both look at me, sniffing the air as I watch them. By their scent, I know they are werewolves and high-ranking ones.

“Alpha Alexander requests your presence at the Packhouse immediately.” The man with dark hair that is faded on the sides growls. He appears to be in his early twenties, and by the authority oozing off him, I can tell he is the Pack's Beta. His eyes dart to me, and he looks me up and down, a strange look on his face.

Is he angry, or is it shock? I can’t tell, but whatever it is, he covers it quickly. He presses his lips in a line and swallows, turning his attention back to my father.

“This is your daughter?” He scoffs, motioning toward me, not even trying to hide his dislike as he speaks; I guess it is anger. Yep, definitely angry because when his eyes move back to me, his cold gray-blue eyes glare daggers at me as if he wants to kill me himself.

“Yes, this is my daughter, . I am Michael,” my father introduces himself before holding out his hand. “I didn’t catch your name?” My father says, drawing the man's attention away from me, that has me wanting to run and hide in the car to escape his intense gaze.

The man grasps his hand firmly. “Beta Erik, this is Gaton, one of our Gammas,” he introduces the other man. He is around the same age, with blonde hair hanging in his hazel eyes, yet he looks more bored than anything.

Both of them are huge, around the same size as my father. But, Beta Erik has more bulk of muscle and is a few inches taller and is wearing a black shirt and dark blue jeans.

“I hear you used to be a Beta at your old Pack?” Erik questions, and my father nods. “Good, we could use some help training some of our Pack. If you are up for it?” He asks with a smirk.

My father nods. “Sounds great,” my father tells him before introducing my mother to him. “This is Beatrix, my wife and mate.”

“Nice to meet you,” my mother tells them, stepping forward and shaking their hands. The Beta’s eyes keep darting back to me, his anger is now gone, but he looks confused. Every time he glances in my direction, and he keeps sniffing the air, his lips pursed as he looks me over once again, and I notice the points of his canines poke out a little as if he was trying to control his wolf.

“If you follow us, we will escort you to the Packhouse. You can be placed with someone until the property is available,'' Erik explains, turning on his heel and getting in his black BMW. We hop back in our car before following him through the sleepy town. It is quite a large town and way nicer looking than the one back home.

“See how nice they are? This will work out. It has to,” my mother says a little too enthusiastically.

We follow their car all the way to the end of town before pulling down a road and going into the forest for another ten minutes. We stop on a horseshoe driveway in front of a huge sandstone three-storied mansion with bushy green hedges out front. Massive arched windows and vines grow along the stone walls to the roof. I hop out of the car and my shoes crunch on the ground from the tiny pebbles that cover it. I look up at the Packhouse. It is definitely more lavish than the one back home.

Beta Erik leads us to the white door before opening it and motioning for us to enter. Inside has white marble floors, and a hall stand sits along the wall near the entryway with a big, expensive-looking vase. My mother looks around in awe. Two staircases lead to the landing above, overlooking the floor we were on, and I stare, amazed, as I take it all in.

We walk toward the door between both stairwells. I spy some bench seats next to it, and Erik knocks on the door before a deep voice tells him to enter. A shiver runs up my spine.

He slips through the door, closing it behind him before returning and telling my parents to go in and for me to wait until called. I wait for what feels like hours before my mother comes out, sitting next to me. The Packhouse is quiet, and no one walks around, and I can’t hear anyone else here.

"He is just speaking with your father, then he will want to speak to us individually to make sure our stories are the same," my mother explains to me in a hushed voice.

“What story? They banished us because of me," I whisper to her. He would find out and kill us, or worse, make me leave without my parents. My mother nudges me with her arm.

"Shh, calm down. Everything is fine. He probably won't ask you much because you're our child," she tries to comfort me, trying to calm me down enough that I don’t get us caught. Tears brim and I quickly wipe them away. If I fuck this up, I would ruin our only chance of remaining together.

"What did you tell them?" I ask softly. I have to make sure I got this right. I can’t afford to say the wrong thing.

"They were going to banish us. It's not lying; it's the truth. He doesn't need to know the reason why. You have a wolf, Artem. She will come. You'll see," my mother tries to reassure me.

"And if she doesn't?" I whisper.

"She will," my mother replies, steel in her voice.

I hang my head. I will be the biggest disappointment to them, which makes my stomach twist painfully.

My father steps out and nods to my mother. She wipes her hands on her jeans before getting up and walking into the office and closing the door.

"He will initiate you into the Pack. It isn't so bad. You just need to drink his blood, and you will feel the Pack link snap in place."

Gross , I think to myself. "What about the old Pack?"

"It will hurt a little once you pledge, like a migraine. I won't lie to you; it even brought me to my knees," he whispers, as I hear my mother cry out. My father jumps to his feet, head snapping toward the door. I hear soft murmurs before the silver door handle jiggles, and the door opens. My mother stumbles out, clutching her head. My father was at her side, instantly helping her to her seat.

Nervousness makes me take a step back, not wanting to endure whatever she just had. "Artemis, you need to go in," my mother whispers, pulling herself together, with her fingers gently rubbing her temples.

Fear chokes me and I shake my head, too scared to go in. My mother is the strongest woman I know, and if it hurt her that badly, I know it must be painful.

My father comes over, grabbing my arms and gives me a gentle shake until I look at him. "Artemis, we did all this for you. This is the only choice we have to remain together, so I need you to do this for us," he orders, holding my gaze and I swallow and glance at the door before I nod.

"Is everything alright out there?" The Alpha calls out from inside the room. I look to the door in a panic.

"Please, Artemis, once it's done, it's done, it stops, I promise," my father tries to reassure me, yet my mother still has her head clutched in her hands.

I let out a breath and nod. My father steers me toward the door and then nudges me. My hand trembles as I grip the door handle and push the door open. Keeping my head down, I step inside, close it, and look up at the Alpha.

He is looking at some documents on his desk. He has dark hair long on top and faded on the sides. I freeze at the strange look he gives me when he looks up. He sniffs the air slightly, and I wonder if he can sense that I am different. A low, deep growl rumbles from his chest softly as he grips the desk so hard his knuckles turn white. His caramel eyes flicker to the beast residing within him and I have to fight down the urge to run back out of the room.

Hesitantly, my feet move toward the desk. He is very handsome, with a five o'clock shadow, full lips, and a strong jawline. He smells nice too, like the forest after it rains, he has a strong woodsy scent. I would guess he is around his mid-twenties. He watches me for a few seconds when I stop, not knowing if I should remain standing or what to do with myself.

After a few seconds, his body relaxes slightly, and I notice claw marks on his tabletop from where his fingers were. He beckons me closer, and I force my feet to move. His eyes watch my every move. Shit! Can he smell I have no wolf? The tight set of his jaw clenches and the way he watches me with his flickering eyes makes my blood run cold.

He knows, and he is going to kill me.

"You can sit," he says, nodding toward the chair beside me. I stare at it like it will come alive and bite my ass. He clears his throat and I scramble to sit on the edge, my leg bouncing as I clasp my hands in my lap, unable to keep still. I glance back toward the door where my parents are waiting before turning my attention away.

The room is vast, befitting of an Alpha. Though I am surprised to see the bookshelves lining the walls. He had more books than our old Pack library. My fingers itch to grab one and see what kind of person he was through the things he reads. His desk sits in the center and it makes him even more imposing.

Turning back to face the Alpha, I find him watching me again. "Your name is Artemis?"

"Yes, Alpha."

"You can call me Alec," he corrects quickly, and I nod though I find it a bit odd that he is asking me to address him in such an informal way. "How old are you?"

"Seventeen," I reply, and he nods, looking at some documents, which I notice are my mother's and father's paperwork, along with my birth certificate. He picks it up while studying it.

"You turn eighteen soon? You will be able to find your mate. That's exciting," he states, his eyes flicking back to me.

I say nothing. No one will want me; I was little more than a defect with heightened senses.

"You go to school; I take it?"

I nod, chewing on my thumbnail.

"Last year?"

"Yes, I finish this year, well, I am meant to," I am so not looking forward to going to another school, especially so late in the year. I don’t know what bullies this school will have, but I'd attract them. It was practically a guarantee.

"You'll be finishing school," he states, leaving no room for argument.

I press my lips together, knowing better than to argue.

"You don't like school?" he questions.

"Does anyone like school?" I snap back and he smiles.

"I liked school. I am surprised you don't since you are a Beta's daughter," he says.

Yeah, school was great until they found out I was a freak .

"Your parents have already explained your reason for leaving. You had a run-in with the Alpha's daughter, and your mother hit her?" He asks.

My mother is taking the blame. I keep my mouth shut to stop the risk of being caught in a lie, although technically, that was true, just not the reason we left. I nod.

“Good enough for me; I can't stand Alpha Mason. The prick should be put down," Alpha Alec scoffs, not even trying to hide his dislike for my old Alpha.

"Come here," he orders, standing up and moving around to the front of his desk, where he stops beside me. I jump out of my seat and take a step back, nearly stumbling over my own feet. His eyes snap to mine at my abrupt movement.

He holds his hand out to me, and I look at it, feeling a little wary of the intimidating man, wondering how he has the reputation he has because he doesn’t seem as bad as the rumors I have heard. "I won't hurt you; I will never hurt you," I hesitate before I place mine in his. Tingles spread across my palm, and I jerk my hand back, staring at it.

"Sorry, must be static," he apologizes, and his eyes flicker black. He grabs my hand again with a smile playing on his lips, his thumb tracing circles over the back of my hand, making me look at him. The Alpha’s lips tug in the corners as he urges me closer. When I don’t immediately move, he pulls me toward him.

His hand is warm, yet the strange tingling sensation doesn’t stop. I look up at him thinking it is odd, only to find he is watching me again. He is tall, I only come up to the center of his chest, and he is wide too, all hard muscle as he towers over me.

He bites his wrist, offering it to me, and I stare. My eyes dart back to his desk and I see two glasses stained with his blood sitting on the edge. So why is he offering me his wrist? Surely he doesn’t want me to drink his blood from him like some vampire, does he?

"Times ticking, little one, hurry up," he orders, pulling me closer and wrapping his arm around my waist before bringing his wrist to my lips. I grab his wrist and I can taste his lingering saliva there. His blood, surprisingly, doesn't taste bad as it floods into my mouth. Not something I will go out looking to drink; and I would suck it if I were a vampire, but not really my thing. It was sweet tasting though, or maybe that is the taste of his skin? I’m not sure.

He pulls his wrist away, but doesn't let go, holding me close to him. His arm tightens around my waist when he dips his head just enough so his face is next to mine, his lips grazing my ear as he speaks.

"Pledge to me," he whispers, and I nod. The heat from his hard chest is pressing against my back, his warmth seeping into me and I suck in a nervous breath.

"I, Artemis Villin, pledge my loyalty and my life to Alpha Alexander," I stop, not knowing his last name. I glance over my shoulder at him. And for a few seconds, I am stunned by the combined strong aroma wafting from him. Sandalwood is one of the fragrances as for the other, the spicy scent of cinnamon is unmistakable. It is an intoxicating blend and I inhale deeply. My eyes flutter shut so I can lose myself in the moment.

"Thorne," he whispers, his lips almost brushing mine, and my eyes fly open as I wonder what came over me. He is so close and my face heats at what I did, he pulls back and I think I saw the ghost of a smile dancing on his lips. I quickly turn my face away, my weird reaction to him shocks me.

"Alpha Alexander Thorne of White Stone Pack." As the last word leaves my lips, a searing pain explodes in my head, making me drop as I clutch it. His grip tightens around me and is the only thing stopping me from hitting the floor in a heap. The chattering of my old Pack, every word I ever heard flits through my head loudly, making my ears ring, and a scream leaves my lips. The pressure of the Pack link breaking as the new one forges makes my head feel like someone is crushing it in their grip and that any moment now it will explode all over his carpet.

Just as suddenly as it comes, it stops like the snap of a rubber band, only for a dull ache to take its place. "You're okay. It's over now," Alpha Alec's voice filters through my head, making me look up at him.

He smiles at me as I blink back the tears that had sprung to my eyes.

"Are you good for me to let you go?" He asks. I look down to see his arms wrapped around me, just under my breasts. My face heats with embarrassment as I realize he is the only reason I am upright before quickly becoming aware of his hands on my body.

Great, I was crushing on my Alpha.

I step away, and he lets go. His eyes glaze over, and seconds later, my parents rush into the room, he must have been talking to them through the Pack link.

"See, you’re fine. I told you it wouldn't be so bad," my father says, fussing over me. I slap their hands away. I wasn't a baby. Sometimes they could be a little embarrassing.

"Tonight you stay in the Packhouse. Tomorrow I will show you to your new home. May I ask why you requested one so far from everyone?" He asks curiously, looking at my father.

"Artem doesn't get along well with others. She prefers being by herself," my mother answers. The Alpha seems shocked for a second, his head tilting to the side as he looks at me.

"And why is that?" He questions, staring down at me, I nervously look at my parents before returning the Alpha’s gaze.

"I just like being alone," I shrug, which is true, I'm not a social butterfly that is for sure. He presses his lips in a line before looking back at my parents.

"I have already enrolled Artemis in school. She can start on Monday. You can skip the Pack run on Friday and meet me here Monday morning for your work details."

"Pack run?" I ask, and my mother nudges me with her elbow to be quiet, which doesn't go unnoticed by the Alpha.

"Pack runs are compulsory. Why? Is that a problem?" He asks, and I duck my head down, looking at my shoes.

"No problem at all," my father replies, throwing one arm over my shoulder and holding out his other hand to the Alpha.

"How are you with training teenage students?" The Alpha suddenly asks my mother.

"I trained my daughter mostly and older she-wolves, but I would give it a go," she answers.

"Interesting. We do need an extra hand at the high school, so you can keep an eye on Artemis as well," he decides.

My mother seems excited about the idea. "That would be lovely, thank you, Alpha."

He nods, staring at me again before looking at my father.

"My Beta will show you where you are staying for the night," he says before walking around to sit back at his desk.