The Alpha’s Second Chance

Chapter 1

-5 years ago- 3rd person

Calix is the Alpha of the Silver Chase pack. When he turned of age he sensed his mate Sindy, who after the mating ceremony, killed herself. No one knew why Sindy did what she did. All that was known, she left Calix a broken man. A shell of the Alpha and man he once was.

Those who know Calix personally, know that Calix is a kind Alpha, although quick to loose his temper if provoked. The pack is his family, and everyone knew they could rely on their Alpha no matter their rank.

But after the death of his true mate Sindy, Calix changed. He rarely turned up to meetings, rarely even left his room, and screamed at anyone who made so much as a sound while he was sleeping. He had lost so much, but the last thing he had lost, he had no will to take back. The Alpha had lost his will to live.

-present day- Opal POV

I was pulled out of a re-occurring dream by that sound of my alarm telling me I had survived another day. Today was the day I dreaded every year, my birthday. I hated my birthday, it was a yearly reminder of everything I had lost.

I quickly jumped out of bed and ran into the shower to distract myself from falling into the dark hole of my mind. I love my shower, it is my safe place. I can rest my mind, undisturbed.

As I get out of the shower I look into the mirror by the door. I hardly ever look in the mirror as I hate what I see. I am not a small girl and fit comfortably into a size 14. Stretch marks cover my not so flat stomach, cellulite covers the sides of my thighs and ass, I have a non existent thigh gap and hip dips. The only part of my body that I can say I am actually proud of is my clear skin. Rarely if ever does a spot appear. I am not pretty, although I wish I was. I have a squarish face, with a slight double chin. My blue eyes are always so bright compared to my tanned face. And I have freckles. For years I was bullied for them, but I love them all the same.

I snap out of my train of thought as my foster Career yells up the stairs to tell me I need to leave for college. I love Tracy - my foster career - she has been there for me ever since I lost my parents. I know she is paid to look after me, but I know she actually cares for me. Over the past 5 years I have become part of her family, and I will forever be grateful, although sometimes I may not show it.

I grab my backpack and run downstairs, seeing that Tracy had made me some coffee and toast. I grab both and walk to the door, just in time to see the bus pull up to stop.

I make it to the bus on time, thanking the driver for waiting a minute and head to my usual seat. Right in the middle row, by the window under the cctv. I chose this seat once I realised the CCTV would provide me with security against the bullies that sit at the back. The middle row also helps me blend into the rest of the kids on the bus.

I look at the toast in my hand, my stomach rumbling, yet I refrain from eating it. I never eat in front of people, let alone in public, or in front of the very people who bully my for my weight. I know I will regret not eating breakfast, as I have eaten nothing since yesterday morning. But I can’t stand the judgment from people who see a “fat girl” eating. As if it is a crime. I message Tracy to say thank you for the toast.

Today is my 18th birthday. Unfortunately this means I have until the end of the month to move out. When you are in foster care you have to leave at 18. And I have absolutely no clue what I am going to do, where I am going to live, or how I am going to afford to live alone.