Becoming the Alpha Queen

My father was the Alpha of a small pack in North America and that made me an Alpha female. I was a rare full-blooded Alpha at that, my mother came from a long line of Alpha’s as well as my father. After my mom died, my dad did everything in his power to protect me. I was three when my mother was killed. My mom was killed in a car crash, it wasn’t an accident, she had been run off the road on her way back from visiting her family. Whoever ran her off the road was hoping I was in the vehicle as well, but the only thing that saved me was I had gotten sick right before my mom left and she didn’t want to travel with me while she was unwell. I didn’t remember my mom, but my dad showed me pictures and kept her memory alive as best she could. When I was six my dad met his second chance mate, an absolutely wonderful lady who I adored. My step-mom, Luna Allison, though I thought of her as mom, was the kindest lady alive. She made sure that she never overstepped the memory of my mother, she’d take me to my mother’s grave regularly. She loved listening to the stories my father told us about my mother, and she made sure that we celebrated my mother’s birthday every year. She was absolutely incredible, and made a fantastic Luna. The pact respected her so much, especially because of how compassionate she was. She had come from a Beta family from a different pack and had met my father at a conference. She had been rejected by her first mate right after meeting him, he didn’t feel that she was Luna material. Boy, was he wrong. She never resented him, or his chosen Luna though, and had nothing but respect for them. She met me before she met my father, I had been at the conference with him, and she had found me sneaking cookies in the kitchen. Rather than scolding me, she giggled with me and snuck cookies with me. I felt a connection to her the moment I met her. My father found us, both with chocolate on our faces and guilty looks. I’ll always remember the shocked look on his face, both at what he walked in on but also to find his mate, who was already bonding with his princess. It was easy for him to accept her, and I was thrilled. My father and her never ended up having children, which always disappointed me, I would have loved a sibling, but she always told me I was more than enough for her. She taught me so much, my dad always tried but it was nice to have her female presence, especially as I got older. I could only hope that I could be half the woman she could be. My pact had a ton of enemies, it was why my late mother was killed. Other packs were scared of the fact that I was pure blooded and female, I was either wanted dead, or men wanted to take me to force them to mate them for power. The biggest threat was from an extremely violent Alpha who had no morals, he wanted to take me as his chosen mate, but not as his Luna. He wanted to lock me in his dungeon and use me as a breeder only, knowing I’d produce him strong heirs. We knew of his plan because he approached my father attempting to buy me off of him. We had been at neighbouring Alpha’s pack when he showed up, the second he laid eyes on me, he told everyone around him that I would be his. He was vial and disgusting and he didn’t care that he threated me openly to other Alpha’s. He was from an large pack and he had connections to rogues who often did his bidding. It wouldn’t take much for him to come after our pack and wipe us out to get to me. While he was one of the worst, he wasn’t the only Alpha after me, there were others too. My parents and pack had done a wonderful job of protecting me, but we knew that I’d eventually need to go into hiding. I had been training with the pack since I was ten, that’s when I shifted for the first time. Most wolves shifted around the age of sixteen but my bloodlines allowed me to shift sooner. Despite our pack incredibly strong, we were small, it wouldn’t take much to overtake us if someone wanted to. They would just need a much larger army. That’s why my parents had determined that when I turned sixteen I’d leave and be sent to live and train with another pack. I was being sent under the pretense of being a warrior female, which was very common. I was going to an ally pack of my late mother’s families. I couldn’t go to a pack that was a close ally of my fathers, because it would be easy to find me. No one would know my true identity when I arrived, not even the Alpha, it was an elaborate plan that had been in the works for many years. My father and late mother had befriended some lone wolves when my mother was pregnant with me. They had never wanted to join a pack because they were content living amongst the humans in the city, despite both of them coming from warrior families. Both had wanted to pursue medicine, and at the time, knew they’d never be accepted by their packs for being in a same-s*x relationship. My parents never cared about that and they became fast friends, and my god-parents when I was born. When my late mother died, they helped my father and I through some extremely hard times. When they met Allison, they instantly took a liking to her as well. Which wasn’t surprising, as everyone loved Luna Allison. They had no issues with protecting me, and were willing to join a pack if it meant I’d be safe. They always said it was the least they could do from my family. It was the perfect cover, I looked similar enough to John that I could pass for his biological daughter, though if anyone truly questioned it, I was to be his little sister, whom he Jacob adopted when our parents were murdered by rogues. Both men had taken jobs at the pack hospital that we were moving to, it was a mid-sized pack that had lost their last doctor when she found her mate.