Her Cruel Alpha.

(Lexi) Today is my eighteenth birthday, I'll be thrown out into the world for Alphas for them to hopefully find their mate in me. I had always had the idea I'd take over my father's role, I am the eldest, my brother Jack is seventeen, and my father has trained him to take over. It is unnatural in his eyes for a woman to be the Alpha, I'd do better than Jack, I am more headstrong, smart, and strong. Jack does not care about our pack. He just cares about having the power. However, Jack isn't a mean hearted person. He's sweet, kind, and funny. He can always tell when someone is having a bad day, and he will do his best to cheer that person up. He has been my friend more than he has a brother. This morning, I was intending to go training with my friend, Anne, but my parents had other ideas. We spent the morning having breakfast and opening gifts. The gifts were mainly things for the event later tonight. A floor-length forest green evening gown, with black heels, and a small clutch. Other things include things I'll need when I move packs, such as a large new black suitcase, a new makeup box, and a large photo album of us all, people from the pack, from Jack. When Anne did come over, she rushed us upstairs, wanting to give me my gift in private. I opened the box and moved the tissue paper to find five different sets of lingerie, in a variety of colours, such as red, two forest green, black, and a purple set. She laughs at my face. "Oh Lex yout face, is so red!" She squeals. "Anne, I can't believe you did this." I laugh. "Your mate will thank me." she wiggles her eyebrows. I hid the box in my suitcase. Jack barges into my room and sits with us. Me and Anne laugh. "What?" He questions. "Nothing, don't worry." Anne laughs. "Is it about the gift?" He questions. "What gift?" I ask, trying to act dumb. He looks confused and just walks out. "You should've told him!" She laughs. I throw my pillow at her face. The two of us sit in silence just listening to whatever she put on the TV. "Girls." My mom walks in. "Sup, Mom?" "Here is some money. Go to the hair dressers, get your hair cut, and style it, whatever you need. There's enough for the both of you." "Oh, thanks, Mrs. B" Anne laughs. "Thanks, mom, aren't you going to come with us?" I ask. "No, my love, go and have fun." She hugs us both and sends us on our way. It's only a short drive away to the closest mall. "I reckon you'll suit short hair, like shoulder length." Anne suggests. "Really? I've only ever had long." My hair reaches my bum, in small loose waves, its dark brown in colour, and is quite thick. "Hmm, maybe not quite shoulder length, but a good few inches?" "Yeah, like maybe to my mid back? To take some weight off and give it some volume?" "Yeah, definitely. I do think you'd suit it shorter, though." We laugh and walk towards the hair dressers. She doesn't get too many clients, just walk-ins. "What time does the party start?" Anne asks. "I think seven? so we have plenty of time." I have three inches taken off my hair. She washes and blow dries it, then leaves it straight. "I love it, thank you." I smile. Anne gets sat, she gets her hair cut to her shoulders having given herself the inspiration, and curled slightly. We pay and leave, heading to lunch. I stop feeling like I'm being watched, I look around and see nothing. A nice smell washes over me, smells like coco and pine, but again, I can't see anything. I shake it off and follow Anne, who is already deciding we go to 5 Guys. we stay in the mall for a few more hours, the smell and feeling of being watched never fading. At around two, we head back home. "What do you mean Alpha Brandon is already on pack grounds?" I hear my Dad ask in the kitchen. Alpha Brandon is not a man you want to cross. He's violent and easily insulted, I've heard stories about people who have survived his hours of torture. I've heard that he injects people with silver and wolfsbane, that he'll slice people open while they're still conscious just to get them to spill any information he wants. I've also heard that because of this, his pack is the safest in the country, and that his pack members are happy for this, he looks after them, never taking his cruelty out on them. I heard of a story of a rogue that somehow managed to survive and be released that had his tongue cut out of his mouth, and be given to him as a reminder to never cross Alpha Brandon again. He is to be feared and respected. "You only had a few inches cut off. Is that all you did?" mom asks. "Yeah, I didn't want to change the colour." "Well, it looks lovely and healthy." I smile, hugging her and heading upstairs. I sit in my room until around three, deciding I need a shower, I need to shave. I exfoliate and put on lotion. I see it's now around four, so I can sit for an hour or so, not needing to do my hair. "Honey! Are you getting ready?" Mom calls from my door. "Soon, Mom, it's only four" "Alright, honey." (Brandon) After accepting an invitation to the party of Alpha Camerons' daughter, I set up my cover with my Beta, Daniel. Now, three weeks later, I'm on my way, I make a stop at the mall, around thirty minutes away. I see a girl walk out of a salon, her and her friend laughing. I see her freeze and look around, I notice a sweet smell of apples and lavender. She doesn't notice me. She shakes her head and walks towards her friend. I decide to stay a little longer, figure out who she is, every so often she'll stop, look around, and just carry on walking. A little while later, they head out, and I still haven't figured out who she is. I sense a power in her that an Alpha would have. I don't leave yet, not wanting to be early to the meetings we are bound to have at Alpha Camerons. I arrive there at around four-thirty, and no one else is here. Alpha Cameron, his Luna, Claire, and their Beta Richard greet me. He walks us to the conference room with Beta Richard. I smell the same smell I did in the mall. We sit and discuss trivial things such as alliances between us and other neighbouring packs. After a round five-thirty a few other packs have arrived. (Lexi) It is now five-thirty, I have started my makeup, I've decided a smokey eyeshadow, Anne decided to get ready here. She put on some music, some 90s grunge, I believe? She keeps bringing up me leaving, which is breaking my heart. I finished my makeup and ran a brush through my hair. It is now five-fifteen. I carefully pull on my dress, put on my shoes, and walk out of my bathroom to Anne. She gasps seeing me. "You look amazing!" She squeals. "Thank you." I smile. I check the mirror, the dress hugging my curves, and making my breasts look very perky. "I can't wear a bra. I'm terrified that people might see something." I sigh. "Let them." She laughs. "I doubt my mate will appreciate that!" I laugh. "Well, he can touch, and they can only look." she laughs again. I roll my eyes. My mom knocks at the door and walks in. "Hi honey - oh my goddess! you look gorgeous, honey!" "Thanks, mom." she hugs me. Anne walks into the bathroom and gets her dress on. She walks out a few minutes later in a black knee length, figure hugging dress, black heels, and a small golden clutch bag. "You look beautiful, Anne." I comment. "Gorgeous, sweetie." Mom tells her. Mom suggests that for us to take some photos, we have plenty of time. It is only six-thirty. Dad and Jack walk in and take some photos with us and Mom, Anne stepping away to take a family photo for us. "Right, so plan of action. Jack, your mom, Anne, and I will head out. You walk out onto the platform to join your mom and I. You will greet your guests and mingle with some, and if you find your mate, great, and again, if you do, the two of you announce it. Let us know first, of course." "I have to walk out alone?" I ask. "You'll be with us after a few seconds, sweetie. Just keep your head up high. Show your confidence." Mom tells me. "I could walk her out?" Jack suggests. "No, you can meet her at the steps and walk her to the platform. She has to walk out alone." Dad demands. I nod smiling at him. "I can do this. Don't worry." At exactly seven, I walk to the door. I listen to all the chatter outside, and I sigh, crasping the door handle. I swing the door open, the chatter stops, I slowly walk towards Jack, who walks me towards my parents. "Happy birthday." He whispers at the steps. I smile and let him go walking up. Dad nods his head towards the microphone. I walk towards it. "Thank you, everyone, for coming! I will be coming around to meet you all soon. Mingle, get to know each other and have a good night. Thank you again." I bow my head to them all and step away from the microphone. I hug my parents and then go to mingle. The first person I meet is a man in his thirties called Alpha Xander, he is unmated. We also aren't mates. Thank the goddess. I smile, excusing myself to meet the rest of the guests. As I'm talking to a life-long friend, Alpha Matthew, I have the same feeling I did in the mall, someone watching, I also smell the same thing. "You okay, Lex? You seem a bit confused." "Oh, er, I think I'm okay. I just keep getting a strange feeling." He nods his head behind me, "Someone is staring us down. You might want to go introduce yourself." I look behind me, a man, around 6'6 with dark hair, and strong features is staring us down. I smile and walk over, feeling so drawn to the man. As I get closer, the scent gets stronger. It's almost intoxicating. I make eye contact, and sparks shoot through my body. "Hello, I'm Lexi, Alpha Camerons' daughter. You are?" "Hello, Lexi. I'm Alpha Brandon. Your mate." He doesn't break eye contact. I feel the goose bumps spread over my body. Now terrified of the man in front of me. "Aren't you going to claim me. call me mate as well?" He seems irritated. "You're my mate." I say, trying not to show my fear. He nods his head at me. Is that it? my mom says there should be more, that it'll feel amazing instantly. I just feel fear. "My er, my parents would like to be informed when I find my mate. would you like to accompany me to do so?" He nods again. We walk to my parents and Jack. They smile when they see me, but then they see Brandon, my mom's demeanour shifts. "Mom, Dad, this is Alpha Brandon. My mate." I smile at them, again trying to hide my fear. "Congrats, Lex." Jack pats my shoulder. I smile again. "I'd like to discuss her leaving." Brandon addresses my Dad. Straight to the point, he doesn't even introduce himself to my mom. My mom hugs me and rubs my back. Dad and Brandon walk away, leaving me with the party. "Alpha Brandon?" Jack questions. "Yep." I whisper. "Honey, you should be happy." Mom grabs my hand. "Mom, I'm scared." I whisper. "You'll be okay." she hugs me again. "I don't want to leave." I sigh. The three of us try to make conversation, I just can't stay invested, my mind drifting to Brandon and his potential anger. Jack hugs me. "I'm going to miss you." He sighs. We rush to separate when we hear a growl from behind us. I turn quickly. Brandon stood behind us, glaring at Jack. "Alpha Brandon, this is my brother Jack. Jack, Alpha Brandon." He doesn't stop glaring until Jack takes a step back. "We have to announce us to the party." He tells me. "I know." He walks ahead of me, and I quickly follow. He stands at the microphone, "Greetings all. I'd like to announce that I have found my mate in Lexi, Alpha Camerons' daughter." The party cheers for us, and Brandon grabs my hand the first time he's touched me. He pulls me towards him and kisses me in front of the party. Sparks, sprinkle throughout my face. My hand lands on his chest. He pulls away and walks off the platform, still holding my hand. We walk through the party, into my now old pack house, up to my now old bedroom. He looks around and just sits on my bed. I stand at the door, unsure what to do. He just stares at me. I shift my weight, and I am still unsure what to do. "Start packing. Clothes, essentials, keep sakes." I nod and rush to my closest. I started to organise my clothes, things I definitely need, and things that I don't. Once my piles are defined, I bring in my suitcase and begin to organise my clothes in the suitcase. I pack all my underwear, workout clothes, my nice outfits, and finally, my lounge wear. I grab a bag and pack my pyjamas into it. "Ouch." I sigh my shoes irritating my feet. I sigh, taking them off. Thinking of shoes, I grabbed a box that had been put into my room and began to pack them into it. "How much have you got in here?" Brandon asks from the door. "I have outfits for every occasion, really." "Yeah, I can see that." "I'm sorry?" I seel that box, close up my suitcase. Walk out into my bathroom and organise my toiletries into a box, I stsrt on my makeup after that and my hair products finally I pack up my keep sakes. With no help, it had taken me a few hours. I now stand in a shell of my room, nothing to make it whole again. "Done?" Brandon asks. "I should be." He nods. Is there no pull for him? And if there is, is mine stronger for him than his for me? As I look at him, I remember a photo of me, Anne, and Jack when we were young at the beach, only around six, we are building sandcastles. I watch as he stares at me, walking past him to take the photo off the drawers behind him. I walk back past him and place the photo at the top of the box. He continues to stare at me. "When do we leave?" I ask. "In the morning. It is far too late now." I nod my head. Is he saying I packed all of my necessities away for nothing? I'm going to have to find things out for tonight and the morning. I'm going to need pyjamas for tonight and a nice outfit for the morning. "Let's get ready for bed, shall we?" He asks. "Yes." I nod. I head into the bathroom, change into a pair of shorts, and a tank top, braid my hair, and remove all my makeup. I head back into the room, Brandon has settled himself on the small couch that I have my room. I shake my head and settle myself into my bed. I wake up early the next morning. It is only five, so I go for a jog arriving back at around seven. "Where have you been?" Brandon asks as soon as I walk in. "A jog, I do it every morning before training, which I am assuming I will be missing today?" "We are to leave as soon as we are able." I nod my head and go for a shower. I put on a white blouse and a black skirt that reaches my knees. I walk out and receive a quick nod of approval from him, I apply light makeup and brush my hair. Once done, I make my way to say my goodbyes to my family. Whilst saying goodbye, my things are packed into the car, a black SUV type car. Brandon sits in the car waiting. "I can't let you leave with him, Lex." Jack whispers to me. "I have to go, Jack, I love you." We hug once more and I get into the car next to Brandon.