The human and her alpha

Pixie

Rachael

There’s a knock at the bathroom door that drags me out of my thoughts, I look at my hands and they’re all wrinkly

“Rachael, are you in there?”

“just a second” I shout back, I climb out of the bath with a groan and grab the fluffy white towel hanging on the radiator. I dry off and wrap the fluffy pink dressing gown that's hanging on the door around myself and leave the bathroom. Matt is wondering around the room just absently looking around he turns when I step towards him

“sorry, was lost in thought. Can you give me 5 minuets and I’ll be ready?” I look at Matt and notice that he is over 6ft tall, has jet black hair and almost black brown eyes he smiles at me,

“no problem I just came to take you to your dad. He doesn't want you getting lost this house is massive and hard to navigate when your new here.” He chuckles, it's a deep laugh that vibrates in my chest

“thanks, I just need to get dressed” I walk into the closet and close the door behind me, I can hear him moving around the room, I don’t mind he seems nice. My suitcase has been brought in here, I grab a simple pair of black jeans and baggy jumper it is Scotland after all. I quicky get dressed and put a brush through my hair, I look at my reflection in the floor to ceiling mirror that's in here.

I’m not an ugly girl but I would never say i was beautiful, i has long grey brown hair that comes down to my bum when i straighten it but i usually just leaves it in waves, my eyes are still a dull green colour and the bags under my eyes are still there but my skin seems to have gotten some glow back, I don't have olive skin like my dad. I stare at my body, I would never say I was fat but I definitely have some extra weight to me, especially my stomach area, boyfriends in the past have never commented but I could tell they didn't like it. I have figure like my mum, my breasts are on the larger side and my ass is round,

“guess this will have to do” I smooth out my jumper over my belly and walk out the closet, Matt is still waiting for me

“ready to go Pixie?” he smiles wide at me as he approaches me, I raise an eyebrow at the name

“Pixie?” I question his choices

“yeah, Pixie.” He shrugs and gives me no explanation. The cheek of him I know I’m short, but he doesn't have to point it out. “ready?”

“as I’ll ever be” I smile

“ok, let’s go” he walks to the door and holds it open for me

“so, what’s your favourite colour?” I look at him quizzingly “what? You don't have a favourite colour?” he laughs

“purple”

“favourite food?”

“Chinese or Indian” I laugh “I can’t really choose between them. Depends what I’m in the mood for”

“I get that, mines Mexican. Specifically, burritos” he laughs “favourite band?”

“I can’t pick just one band, at the moment I’m really into 2 bands. I Prevail and falling in reverse. They’re both like rock metal punk bands”

“yeah I’ve heard of them. Bit too heavy for my liking I’m more into old school rock like Metallica and iron maiden”

“I like them too that's how I got into these band, my ex introduced me to iron maiden and then it went from there” I’m excited find someone who likes similar music to me, i always found it hard to get people to go to concerts with me as Kate and Beth are not into the heavier rock stuff

“maybe we can catch a show sometime together or something” I look at Matt who seems to be analysing me closing, I feel my face heat up and look away from him

“yeah, sounds good to me. Well, were here” he gestures to a door, I hadn’t even noticed where we’d been going i was too engrossed in our conversation. I look around but still have no idea what part of the house I’m in. Matt knocks on the door then opens it for me

“I’ll catch you later Pixie” he winks at me before he pushes me inside

and closes the door behind me.

Dad looks up from his desk and the frown he just had disappears, he gets up and gives me a hug.

“I’m so glad you're here, are you ok? Is your room good enough for you?” he asks leading me to a couch to the side of his office. The office is huge, one wall is covered in shelving that is scattered with books old and new.  The wall behind his desk has 2 large windows either side of his chair she looks through the windows and all she sees is trees and the morning mist still in the air. She sits on the sofa with her

“everything’s fine dad thanks” he sits next to me and grabs my hand and gives it a small squeeze.

“so, I guess I need to explain a few things to you. Now this might be hard to understand but please listen and ask as many questions as you need to. Just remember you’re safe here” I nod and let out the breath I hadn’t realised I was holding in

“so, we live in a community of wolf-shifter called a pack. You come from a long line of betas. Which means the alphas 2nd in command, your brother now has that role since I retired a few years ago. We all live here and in the surrounding area.” He stares at me

I know about werewolves or wolf-shifters after an incident at my house about 10 years ago. “you’re not saying anything” he squeezes my hand again

“what do you want me to say?”

“I was expecting you to freak out or have questions, I just told you that I can turn into a wolf, do you not have anything to say?”

“well yeah it’s a shock but I’ve known shifters were real for years now” I can see my dad’s eyes bulge out of his head

 “yeah about 10 years ago me and mum were asleep when we heard this bang, we thought someone was breaking into the house. I went downstairs to see who it was but half way down the stairs I hear this low growl noise and at the bottom of the stairs was this massive brown wolf snarling at me. I thought it was going to go for me but mum shot it straight between the eyes, the wolf hits the floor and turns into a man. I freaked out then screamed. Mum had to explain about shifters and vampires and witches and all that supernatural stuff.” I look at him who seems to be trying to keep control of his anger “are you mad at me?”

“NO! Your mother never mentioned this to me, it’s just a shock”

“why would mum mention it to you, she never spoke to you?” I question him, he looks down at your hands “dad?”

“me and your mum emailed about once a month for the last 12years” he can’t make eye contact with me

“are you kidding me?” I shoot up onto my feet “tell me your kidding?” I shout at him and start pacing in his office.

“RayRay, please calm down it’s not what you think”

“not what I think?!” she puffs at him “you’ve been talking to mum for years and I didn't know. I could have spoken to you or seen you for the last 12 years of my life. Did you not think I wanted to see you or speak to you?” I’m still pacing “how could you do this to me?”

“Rachael, I didn't have a choice. Your mum wanted me to stay away. To protect you.”

“Protect me? Protect me from what? From my werewolf family? What?” I scream at him “I need to…” I can’t finish that sentence, I storm out of his office and start running down the hallway no idea of where I’m going, i comes to a flight of stairs and run down them, I keep running downstairs until I hit a big entry way, I can see trees through the door and I can hear my dad shouting me but i can’t look at him right now I need to think.

I run out the door and the cool air hits me straight in the face, I lean over and puts my hands on my knees and breathe deeply trying to calm down. I can hear my dad’s voice and I know he’s coming after me but I can’t face him, I know I’m too mad at him. I start running away from the house, I pass people as I keep running, I can see them staring at the stranger running through their home. Running as always helped me escape, I always went for runs in the morning to clear my head before I started my day. If me and mum had an argument I would always go for a run and it would help me then I could go back into the house and talk to my mum about the argument, I haven’t run in weeks since mum passed away, I haven’t had the energy to run. I can feel my energy levels falling but I can’t stop.