Beloved Alpha (BWWM)

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Two Years Earlier

The booming music resonating inside of the house was deafening. I tried moving through all the sweaty bodies while acknowledging those that I knew. As I pass an empty hall to go into the kitchen area, I felt a hand snake around my upper-arm and pulls me into an empty hallway.

"Bryce" I manage to breath out as his lips come crashing down against my own.

I feel his hands around my waist, bringing me closer to him. His lips crash against my own with desperation and hunger . The fabric of my shirt crumbles under his touch as he brings me up against the wall and moves his body closer to mine.

We brake apart for a brief moment. I was able to see the grin that played on his handsome face. I scanned his glimmering eyes and chuckle a bit.

He leans back a bit more and takes in my appearance.

"You look great."

I blushed at his compliment. He had told me earlier to meet him here as he wanted to spend his 17th birthday with me and no one else. His words not mine. His hands slid down both of my arms before he took my hands in his.

"Come." He let go of one of my hands and led me towards the stairs that were further down the hallway. This was the first time that I have ever been in the pack house. My parents had moved out a long time ago. I was so young that I could barely remember anything about this place.

I look up to see some of the canvases of past alphas and their families.

I look down at Bryce's hand holding mine. Maybe one day, it will be our own family picture hanging on this walls.

I stumble a bit and he turns around quickly, placing his free hand on my shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

I nod and he smiles before turning around and continuing to lead the way, up the stairs.

"Where are we going?" I looked down at our clasp hands and then look at the back of his head. His jet black hair was cascading down to the back of his neck. I wanted to run my fingers through it.

I couldn't help but think that he was finally reciprocating my feelings. I had the longest crush on him but he never seem to return what I felt for him.

Just when I was about to stop, he does this gesture to bring me back to feeling the same way I have felt for him.

I knew this but I couldn't stop. He was like a drug that I was addicted to.

"My room." He said softly while looking back at me and smiling. "If it is okay with you."

"Yeah." I smile back at him and he continues to lead the way. He opens the door and leaves space for me to walk in.

As I walk into his room, he closes the door and pins me to the wall, pressing his lips against mine. We parted a bit for air and, in that moment, he pulled me away from the wall and leads me to the bed.

Half way to the bed, he kisses me and moves to my jawline and, finally, to my neck. A moan of pleasure escapes my lips as I felt him nibbling on my neck. My back was turned towards the bed as he proceeded to walk towards it with me retreating away from each of his steps.

The back of my legs came in contact with the bottom of the wooden bed and I fell back, sitting down, while looking up at him with my parted lips. All I could see was the lust in his eyes and I am sure, I had the same look.

He smiles down at me as he traps one of my legs in between his own. I move up the bed and lean back until I was lying down with him on top of me. I could feel him against my thigh as he kissed me passionately. His body was molding mine.

My heart beat was already beating furiously against my chest and the tingles that followed when he kissed my neck were like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

I couldn't get enough of him. I deep my hands into his jet black hair as he created a path of kisses from my chest to my lips. He captures my lips with his while working on the buttons of my shirt.

"Bryce." I breathed out his name once he moves down, opening my shirt, and leaving butterfly kisses all over my already heated up skin.

Two Years Later

"Good morning, honey." My mother places a plate in front of me with toasted bagel, eggs on the side, and bacon. I settle my backpack down next to me and sit on one of the high chairs in front of the food.

"'Morning." I look next to me and look at the empty spot that used to be occupied by my father every morning.

"He is still sleeping, sweetie. You know your dad." My mother brings back my attention to her while she places the cream cheese in front of me.

I nod and grab one of the table knives to spread the cream cheese over the toasted bagel.

"Are you excited?" I look up at her as I bring the two half slides of the bagel together.

"For what?" I say with my still sleepy voice. Am I the only one who finds the sound of their voice in the morning weird?

"Honey, did you forget? What's today's date?" She fishes out her phone from her apron and holds the phone in one hand and uses her other hand to navigate. I tried teaching her how to use it with one hand but it was useless. "Found it!" She slides her phone next to me and I look down at it. In big bold letters, on a calendar reminder for September 23rd are the words, Peyton's Big Day.

"It's-" I still felt confused. What big day?

"Your birthday!" Her excitement made me leap out of my skin. She comes around the isle and hugs me as I still hold the bagel. She squeezes my head against her chest while letting out a happy sigh.

No wonder he is not here. For the past five years, my dad has not been around every single time my birthday rolls around. I wish I could hate him for that but I can't.

"Happy Birthday, my beautiful Peyton." She leans back while placing her hands on either side of my shoulders as she grins at me. "They grow up so fast. Before I know it, you'll be with your mate and leaving us."

She moves away from me while humming a tune. I look at her retreating back and just take a bite of my bagel. I take another bite and hop off the chair to head out for school.

"Have a good day, honey! Maybe, today, you'll get to meet him. Make sure you look into the eyes of every guy you bump into by accident."

I hear the mockery in her voice and, then, she barks out a laugh.

I snore at that as the door shuts behind me.

I hope not.

I feel the wind on my face, blowing my hair all over the place and drying it up.

This is going to get so frizzy. Ugh!

I try covering my hair until I reach my car and open the driver's side of my red Beetle and throw my backpack to the passenger seat before getting in.

As I turn on the car, my favorite classical music comes on: Aeon by Nick Murray. I come out of the parking spot and drive, as taught just a few months before.

I hope today goes by fast. All I want to do right now is to go back to bed.

Within a few minutes, I was in the school's premises seeing the students talking outside or rushing to get somewhere in the school.

It was not a big deal. It had your usual groups as well as DUFFs.

Even though there is nothing to compete for when everyone here already knows that the person they are with may or may not be their mate.

Welcome to O'Hare Wolf Academy.

I read the sign of the entrance to my school. It was not your typical school. The academy was established so that werewolves would not have a need to move to a human school. It has a college as well and sometimes our classes intermix when the wolves in high school are at an advanced level. This has led to my having classes with Bryce, especially swimming lessons.

After that day, it was so awkward for me. I did enjoy it and I did want to be with him. It was just awkward because he did not acknowledge me as more. But, it is not a guarantee that we are mates at all. This is why I did not push the subject.

Also, I did not get to speak with him when Monday came around since he was mostly with his friends.

His friends hated my guts for speaking to the Alpha-to-be while being an omega. Bryce chooses when he will speak to me in front of them and when he is not, which is the most frustrating thing in the world.

I slam my hand against the steering wheel out of frustration. I need to start coming a bit earlier to find parking more readily. After a few minutes, I spot the only available parking. But, it was next to the trash.

Great way to start the day.

I open the door and get out while grabbing my backpack and hanging it over my shoulder. I slam the door behind me and take a short breath to not take in the smell from the trash.

Peyton, it's Thursday already. Just one more day, less than 48 hours. We can get through this.

After giving myself my daily pep talk, I head to the main entrance. I pass by the cliques, who, for the most part, ignore me.

The cliques are formed based on the status you hold on the packs that have access to this school. There is the LightMoon Pack and our pack, the Knight Pack. I bring my backpack forward to search for my headphones but stop when I hear someone calling my name.

"Peyton!"

I feel the goosebumps travelling up my arms before I could even register the person that called me. I turn around and my eyes lock with blue ones causing my mouth to go dry as every single memory of that night runs through my head once again.