Too Beautiful for the Alpha

It has been a lonely week, but what did I expect? My day consists of eating breakfast, chatting with Gail and Theresa—the plump woman and her friend—eating lunch, listening to music or reading a book, hardly eating dinner, and going to bed. Throughout the day I become more and more depressed, and by dinner, I barely have enough fight in myself to eat. I call my mother every day and lie to her. I go on and on about how lovely everything is, and how I was wrong about not wanting a mate—it gives me something to do, to conjure up some fairytale.

"Today we went on a walk around the pack, he showed me around and introduced me to people," I say to my mother, the phone up against my ear as I lie on my bed. I've stolen the phone from the living room and put it in my room, knowing Alpha Grant won't come in to take it. "It was nice. The people here are nice."

"That's great, Rae. I'm so happy things are going so well. I'll have to come and visit someday. You'll have to come and visit me when you're not so busy with Luna duties and such."

I frown. "Yeah, definitely." Before she can carry on with something else, like how our Luna had another baby, or how she helped a guard handle a rogue, I mutter, "You know, he's waiting for me now. I should probably go."

"Oh, of course, go, go," she says, sounding excited. "We'll talk more tomorrow."

"Okay."

"Alright, bye dear." And just like that, I am alone again.

I let the phone slip from my grasp, falling onto the bed beside me. Part of me wants to cry and part of me wants to drink, but Gail found the half-empty bottle of Vodka in the porch the morning after, so I thought it best to stop there. Being drunk won't help me for long, soon enough it will lose its spark. Though, what do I have to lose? I have nothing anymore, and that's terrifying me. People who have nothing are dangerous.

many nights of her mate having sex with someone else. It's the same girl, and that only makes me more insane. Whenever I hear her come over, which is most nights, I creep away into the backyard and fight my urges to sprint to that odd cabinet and snatch myself a bottle of whatever looks numbing. I simply sit on the porch, feet dangling, and I cry a bit. They are

I've learned my way around the house now. With nothing to do all day, I've decided to familiarize myself with the place, looking for good places to hide or places that seem to be forgotten about.

the house. The door to it was blocked off by a bookshelf filled with decorations and family pictures, something to just be there, to distract people from the handle behind the picture of an older man in black and white. It would have been better hidden if the tall

Alpha Grant was off doing who knows what or God knows who. I managed

to go back, I left the shelf sticking out a bit, doubting anyone would notice. So today I only have to pull it out a bit further. Once inside, I relax and sit down

are two walls cluttered with books from top to bottom beside each other. The wall across from the door has a tiny window—the shelves built around it—and I push back the dark curtain to let the

the bookshelf back in place and close the door behind me, like I had never

a few, flipping through the pages, then placing them back. There isn't enough room in here for the shelves, the chair, and a desk, so I know it wasn't someone's study, which

and yank out the oldest one. I might as well start from the beginning. This one has a name on the inside: Julianna Grant. My eyes widen and I swiftly sit back down in the living chair, this must be Alpha Grant's mother or grandmother. The book isn't ancient, so I don't go

September 25th, 1991

simply driving myself to madness. To remind you of the events of your life at this time, future Julianna, you have found your mate, and he is an Alpha. You expected this as anything below an Alpha would have disappointed your family.

I want to leave, I want to go home to my family. Sure Dad will be furious and Mom will cry until she has flooded the house, but this is hell! My mother always said that being a Luna is the most magical thing and that she cannot wait for me to be one too, but this is not magical! I am drowning and they do not even know it. He is cold and cruel to

to love him, but he makes it seem as if he finds me repulsive. I am a beautiful girl, I am of Alpha blood, I have been trained by my mother to be the perfect Luna, but he does not care! Not at all! I cry because I crave him. I cannot help it. I want to feel his body on top of mine,