Too Beautiful for the Alpha

In the morning, Alpha Grant is gone, so I leave my bedroom and head to the kitchen for breakfast. Gail and Theresa are there, and I sit with them at the small table. Gail had already whipped something up, and she sets the plate in front of me only two seconds after I take a seat. "What is Alpha Grant's first name?" I ask and they both give me odd looks.

"You don't know?" Theresa asks.

"He hasn't told me."

"It's James, after his father," Gail says.

I nod. How perfect. "How long have you two been at the pack house?"

"I've been for five years, and Theresa has been here forever."

Theresa smiles. "I've been since James was a young one."

Curiosity gets the best of me, and I can't help but ask, "What was James like as a child?" It feels odd to call Alpha Grant, James. It feels as if I am playing Julianna and him, his father.

"He was quiet. Never had a sibling. Sadly his mother passed away before she had another, yet I don't know if it was in the books for the two. He observed a lot. He would observe people very closely, yet hardly ever spoke a word. Odd child, but he grew up eventually. They all do," Theresa shares. "He's become a good Alpha, that's for sure. He's taken after his father. Both strong leaders."

I nod again.

She has stopped coming by at night ever since I had told her to leave that one time. I wonder if she'd gone to James about it, but if she had I'd never know anyway. I'm glad she's gone. It helps me sleep. My trips to the liquor cabinet and into the woods seem to be over, due to that.

I've spoken to my mother and she continues to press me about visiting, but I continue to tell her that I am simply too busy learning about Luna duties. She tells me about the pack and how things are going well. She says that she can bring more of my things from the house when she visits, and I sigh. I wish she could visit. I've missed her.

After James kissed me and after I sat in the shower, I laid in bed until my body gave up and dozed off. It took too long, and when I managed to fall asleep it didn't last. I was woken by noises coming from down the hall—nothing sexual—so I peeked out my door, spying through the crack. I saw James leaving his bedroom and going downstairs to do who knows what. I heard the front door open, then I knew he went outside somewhere. It was two in the morning, so I thought there had been a pack issue.

to ask him, yet I know he won't answer one. I don't know what to think after he kissed me. I don't know what's going on in his head. He is like a closed book with no words—I couldn't read him if I tried, though I do wonder

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but I can't. I can never come

least of my worries. Last time I was lucky, no rogues came on my path, but I am not so sure this time. Getting past the borders is difficult enough, and I am no fighter. When the guard mentioned that I wouldn't last a night out there... Is it really worth it? Is this worth dying over? No. I don't want to die in the middle of the woods

middle of the night and Will constantly coming with issues, I can't help but think there

my pack? I'm not sure how to get back there. I'll die in the forest alone, by rogues or by goddess knows what lurks in there. I can't defend myself like that, I've never had to survive on my own. There are too

him, and I shouldn't do anything

one who understands they'll tell me if it's safe out there or

me to back off and I will. I have to prepare myself. This is smart, I know it is. I'm going to do something good for myself, and once I'm done I'll come back here and make my decision whether it's safe to

numb. I should have grabbed a coat, but I don't expect to be out here for long. It's just a simple question. Has

me? Is anyone over here?" I walk farther and watch my feet, making

calling, "You're too close to the borders. Go

blindly. "Actually, I'm looking for a guard to help me. I've been wondering about the rogues in the

"I'm sorry, but you have

safe? Because of the rogues? Or just because

the deep forest as if he is watching for someone. "Go

"Okay. I'm

to the borders like I have everything all figured out. It's the kiss—I can't stop thinking about it, about the way it felt, about how he grabbed me and made me feel so good in just a flash. He's dangerous. A man who hurts me

I completely turn around and contemplate going back, but a sudden, deep growling sound from behind

could be behind me. Then there's another throaty, beast-like noise and my body squeezes into itself. I feel the need to scream, but my throat swells closed. Like a rabbit hunted by a wolf, I slowly turn back around, hardly feeling the beating of my heart anymore.

takes, I stumble back. My eyes switch rapidly from the wolf to the body-like thing behind

planned on fighting for my life, and now I wish that I would have at least thought of what I would do in such a scenario

and snapping. I begin to run towards the house until my eye catches another dark coated thing lingering in the brush. Running in a different direction, feeling surrounded, I stumble upon a dead thing and feel my stomach bubbling up. Without time to process that there is a dead wolf lying at my feet, another nearby growling jumps