Alpha Stone

If I was to begin this story, with a fairytale, I would simply be saying words like— once upon a time. But this isn't anything related to a happy-ever-after world. Instead, it's something horrifically much more. Something out of the ordinary human existence. GORY. SCARY. BRUTAL. Ever heard of werewolves? How about fated mates? You must have asked, questions like— does the Moon Goddess actually exist? Yes, it does exist in this world. And the humans are aware of the danger that might be lurking in the shadows. Now I know what you're thinking— "Isn't this just like the rest of those books?" Slightly yes. Only a little difference, though... simply put as this. This isn't like the most fairytale like romance tales, instead, this is harsher— REALISTIC. There is simply no bending of rules and as humans, we know our enemies very well. Over the years of their discovery, the scientists have studied them intensely. And of course, discovered a lot about them. Werewolves are living, rancorous, vindictive and brutal beasts. Cruel to the core, have no human feelings, especially when fully transformed. At least, this was what the scientists made us believe, from their research. But there were gossips, that none of those were factual. Instead, these kinds had breeds. The most powerful was the Lycan while the weakest link, was the Omega. The Alpha was more like the leader while the Beta was next to him. And that they had human feelings. That just deep down beneath them, lied some connection, factored by a being they called Moon Goddess. And— "Riaaaa!!" I immediately fell out of my chair, in fright, with the book I was reading, falling from my hands too. My glasses were also affected from the effect. With the office chair, which had a wheel rolling off-balance. If anything, clumsiness was sort of my middle name. I straightened up to see the annoying person that had brought me out of my novelistic world. It was a piece written by the famous author, Colton Stone, who I hoped to meet someday. He was sort of my dream man, who knew how to tell a good story. But in a small publishing company like mine, I figured dreams were only for the sleep. And reality was better dealt with anyway. "Jesus, what?!" I paranoidly retorted, while I slowly stood up. Picking up my glasses that fell from my face from the impact. I was more like the office nerd. That one-person everyone marked off as weird, because her thoughts were always eccentric. Yup, that's me! "Have you looked through the scripts? The senior editor Cullen is requesting for them," He asked, stating. Martin was more like my co-worker. With a brown curly and short hair, he always wore striped shirts, with long hands. And a bow-tie right at the front, to compliment it. He was more like my best friend and one of the most approachable people here in Zeguin Publishers. While most people here were so stuck-up, we got along quite well, when I firstly commenced working here. Although it hadn't been like that from the start, because he marked me off as some lazy co-worker. But after sometime, he realized I wasn't any of that. Ever since that day, he bought a cup of coffee for me, to apologize... I accepted it, without a second thought. I mean, there was nothing I loved more at mornings, than a delicious, hot and well-made cappuccino. More like the key to my soul. "Which of them? There are practically lots of scripts with me, and at least specializing them would go a long way," I stated. "Oh common," he whined. "Here we go again," I muttered to myself, with a hand connecting with my forehead, like I was in distress. I was quite aware he had a thing with expressing himself. Thus, I picked up my fallen book, closing my face with it. And, going back into the fantastic world created by Colton Stone. "Really? Ignoring me with Cole's piece?" Martin exclaimed. "Maybe someone, isn't stating the precise form of what he wants," I scoffed. "Give me that!" He unexpectedly said, dragging my book forcefully from me. I aimed to take it from him, standing up from my seat. The effect suddenly gave it a ripping sound. I realized. "No, no, no, no..." I trailed to myself, hoping it wasn't just what I feared would happen, actually occurring. I didn't even know when I screamed breathlessly, with my eyes widened out. "You just tore my book, Martin!" I cried out. With his hands still holding a part of the torn piece, they trembled at my fuming self. I didn't blame him, because at this moment, with the other part in my hand, all I could see was red. RAGE. ANGER. FURY. "I'll buy it back, I promise," he stated, immediately. Aware of the kind of person I was. I mean, I was never the kind to let my favorite things go. Who did honestly? Someone once confronted me, to the extent of telling me that if an award was given here at Zeguin Publishers, it'd go as this... Ladies and gentlemen, after the long centuries of search, we hereby present the winner of holding grudges— Rias Sabrina Gremory. Yup, that was how bad it was. "When?" I drew nearer, saying with a dagger stare, locked in my crimson red eyes. I knew I sounded like a crazy hell princess, but either way, this was my baby. Letting anyone get away with tearing my offspring, from Cole Stone, would be a death sentence for my sleep. I could practically wake up, in the middle of the night saying to myself. R-I-A-S G-R-E-M-O-R-Y...You just gave someone... the privilege of walking away, after committing the greatest sin of life— Which is? Ripping your book dimwit! That was literally how my crazy brain was programmed. For a bookaholic like me <;( "After we finish from today's work. I promise a brand-new book from the author Cole Stone, as soon as possible," he assured. With his hands up in surrender, while I thought if it was worth it. Maybe I was being too harsh, and I should forget it. Or... "How about repaying it with another thing?" I firmly stated. "I mean after thinking it through, judge Judy decides, that a stapler can work it all, after all, aren't we a publishing company?" I crazily muttered, with a cheesy smile. "So, what happens now? What am I repaying it with?" "The scripts you demanded to be edited." I answered, with a manipulative tone. I really needed a time-off from work, to complete this other copy of Colton Stone. And perhaps, go to his million others at my book stack, at home. "You instead, be the one to submit it to Senior Editor Cullen," I remarked. He agreed, and all I could see was the two main characters in the walls of Cole's dazzling romance, calling out to me. Maybe just like this... Rias! Rias! Come read me, p-l-e-a-se. Oh Lord, help me, books would forever be my weaknesses!