The Alpha's Angel Mate

“Are you kidding me?!  I can’t believe you are moving me halfway across the United States in the middle of my senior year!" My mom, or Rima as I call her, just dropped a bomb on me. "Rima!  Why are you doing this to me?!"  "Honey, just hear me out.  I have been offered a wonderful opportunity and I can't pass it up.  You know things haven't been easy since your dad passed away."  Rima spoke quickly with her green eyes pleading with me.  We looked a lot alike accept my eyes were a startling blue, like my father's, and my hair was a light blonde and fell to my waist. My mom's was a darker blonde and fell to her shoulders.  Other than that I was my mother's mini me.  We were both tall at 5' 8" and our skin was a nice golden tan in the summer.  I have always hated it that people think we are sisters, but maybe I will be grateful for that when I am older.  Who knows?    I hate this. I don't w

I looked out the windshield and my jaw dropped.  The biggest, most luxurious cabin was sitting right before my eyes.  “What is this place?!” I asked in awe.  My mom stared at me for a long moment and finally answered me with her lips pressed in a thin line, “Your Grandpa calls it the Pack House.”   Huh, that is a weird name for his house.  “Is this Grandpa’s house? Why does he call it the Pack House?”   “Yes, this is Grandpa’s house, but his close…. Umm business partners and their families live here too.” My mom was speaking slowly and carefully.  “Umm, that’s weird.  I have never heard of someone living with their business partners. Is that even normal?!”   Before mom could answer, a bear of a man stepped out of the cabin and stood on the huge wrap around porch.  He looked like a lumber jack with a red and black plaid flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up exposing his muscular forearms.

Gloria pulled me up to the island in the kitchen and plopped down on a bar stool. She grabbed an apple and took a bite of it and chewed thoughtfully.  Bren, Brandon, and Greg walked in and the boys also swiped an apple, taking huge bites.   “So, if this isn’t Grandpa Adrian’s house then who’s house is it?” I asked quietly.   Bren spoke up quickly shooting a glare at Gloria telling her to keep her mouth shut. It’s our Dad’s house, Zane.  He is your mom’s brother so, I guess that makes us cousins.” She offered a small smile.  Her eyes looked sad as she looked at me.   “What about your mom, what’s her name?” I asked softly.  I was afraid their mom was a topic that was off limits, but to my relief, Bren smiled widely and said, “Oh, you’ll meet her and Dad soon.  They have been traveling for a bit so Grandpa and Grandma have been filling in and making sure things are running smoothly.”  “Where’s Grandma?”  

I didn’t sleep well the night before.  I know I acted like I took the news that my whole family and myself are werewolves in stride, but once I was by myself, I started freaking out.  My whole life I thought I was just your average human girl that was taller than most of the girls in my school and freakishly strong, so I was treated like one of the boys.  A knock on my door pulls me out of my thoughts.  “Come in!” I say and Bren peeks her head in.   “Hey, you’re awake,” she says softly.   “Yeah, I just woke up.  What’s up?”  Bren runs and jumps on my bed making my body bounce up.  “Holy crap!  I wasn’t expecting that!”   Bren giggles and says, “Get dressed!  We are going out today.”  “Umm.  Where are we going?” I ask nervously.   “Gloria and I are taking you shopping.  I peeked at the clothes that the Omegas were putting in your closet and I can’t let you s

I really am a bad friend.  With everything going on I forgot all about facetiming Tia. I hadn’t even looked at my phone once since we got here.  Normally, Tia would have been the first person I would have called to rant over the revelations of my life and gush about Warrick, but my mom and grandparents told me that I could not tell a human, not even my best friend, so I had resisted the urge to call her that first night because I knew she would be able to tell something was wrong.  Then Gloria and Bren have filled my days and I totally forgot about Tia.  Yup, I am a bad friend.  I dig my phone out of my purse and my guilt builds in my chest ten-fold.  Tia’s texts get more and more worried as I scan through them and I see that I have several missed calls from her.  I send her a quick text: So, sorry!  I am a horrible friend.  Got caught up in the craziness here and starting school. I toss my phone back in my bag and groan. &nbs