His Queen, Her Alpha

Chapter 5

(Lex's POV)

I start to wake up as a soft breeze brush against my skin. For a second, I think it was all just a dream. A crazy dream. Stretching my limbs, I try to sit up.

“That was no dream, snowflake.”

I freeze. That voice again—in my head. Snow. It really happened. I turned into a freaking wolf. We howled at the moon... and then I blacked out.

"What the hell..." I whisper to myself.

“Breathe, Lex. We’ll go over everything soon—but right now, it’s almost time for school.”

“Crap!” I jump up and take off toward the orphanage. Ms. Mary is going to kill me for not coming home last night.

I push my legs faster, panic fueling every step—until I realize I’m not just running. I’m flying. The world blurs around me as I sprint through the trees like some kind of Olympic superhuman.

It feels just like last night... like being in my wolf form, free and wild, the wind rushing against my fur—wait, hair.

“Same difference,” Snow chuckles in my mind. “We can run just as fast in human form as we can in wolf form. Congratulations—you’re officially the fastest person on this planet.”

She laughs. I don’t.

I blink, and suddenly I’m already at the front steps of the orphanage.

That’s when I hear Ms. Mary’s voice shouting from inside.

“Lex! I’m coming up there in five seconds if you’re not out of bed!”

I can hear her feet stomping down the hallway—way louder than usual. Wow. Wolf hearing is kind of amazing.

“We’ve got to move. Let me handle this,” Snow says, and suddenly I feel her pushing me aside, gently taking control again.

My body turns toward the backyard and bolts. I open my mouth to protest—until she leaps upward, grabs the side of the house, and scales the wall like freaking Spider-Man. Two stories up, she slips through our open window and lands silently on the floor.

“What the hell just happened?!”

Snow just laughs. “We’re strong, fast, and agile. Get used to it.”

I barely make it to my bed and throw the blanket over myself just as Ms. Mary swings open the door.

“Lex Smith! Get your butt out of bed! You're going to be late!”

“Sorry, Ms. Mary,” I mumble, yawning for effect. She huffs and stomps off down the hall.

I jump from the bed, and glance at the mirror and wince—my white hair is a tangled mess of sticks, leaves, and what looks like tree sap. Great. Just great.

I rush into the shower, scrubbing furiously. “Snow… what am I?”

“You’re a werewolf, and I’m your wolf,” she says gently, then adds with a chuckle, “Surprise!”

“Werewolf? Like, full moon and silver bullets and growling at the moon kind of werewolf?”

“Not quite. We shift at eighteen. Most werewolves grow up in packs, so they’re prepared. But… you weren’t. You’ve lost so much, Lex. Your memories, your family... your entire identity.”

Her voice softens.

“You were born into a powerful bloodline, Snowflake. But everything changed when your parents…”

She pauses. I feel her sadness ripple through my chest.

“...when they returned to the Moon Goddess too early.”

My heart drops. “Wait... are you saying they’re dead?”

“Yes,” she whispers. “They died protecting you. We blocked those memories—it hurt too much. But they loved you, Lex. With every ounce of their souls.”

I lean against the shower wall, letting the water wash over my face. My parents… are gone. But they didn’t abandon me.

They saved me.

Snow’s voice returns, more serious now.

“We’ll talk more soon. But right now, it’s time for school. We’ve got to keep moving forward—even if the past is catching up.”

I sigh, dry off quickly, and throw on a hoodie, jeans, and sneakers. I sneak out before Ms. Mary can stop me—no way I’m ready to explain where I was all night.

By the time I reach school, I’m already hearing the whispers. And thanks to my wolf hearing, I can hear everything.

“She’s such a freak…”

“Freak of Nature.”

“Trip her when she walks by.”

Nice. Real mature.

I open the main doors, and as I walk in, I see a foot shoot out to trip me. I jump over it easily. Not today.

“You little—!”

I feel someone grab my arm roughly, yanking me back.

Panic surges—but then something else takes over.

Snow.

She pushes forward, and I watch through her eyes as she grabs the guy’s wrist, twists it sharply, and drops him to the ground with a scream.

Another punk lunges forward—and without thinking, my arm lashes out and slams into his chest. He flies back ten feet like I hit him with a truck.

Everyone freezes.

A circle forms around me. The room falls silent.

Oh… crap.

“This,” Snow says grimly, “is going to be a problem.”