Alpha's Influence

    Considering it was almost 2 in the morning, the small diner on the east side of the city was surprising almost empty. There was a small group of girls who had come in about an hour ago and ordered, the strong smell of weed and alcohol filling the atmosphere around them. It made Amber's nose crinkle as she brought them their drinks.     She had been without her pack for about four months now, and as soon as they kicked her to the curb she had gone to her childhood friend, Stacy, for help. Ever since then Stacy had helped her, letting her live in her apparent free of charge. Except Amber wasn't okay with staying there completely for free. It made her feel weak.     So, she had gone to the local diner Stacy had worked at and asked for a job. They were compliant at first, for the need for late shift workers was rising. And by late, they meant early 12 am shifts that usually lasted until 4 or 5 in the morning. It was always dark when she arrived, and it was always dark when she left.     It's not that she minded though, as soon as she left the pack she felt as if a huge workload had been lifted off her. Being a waitress in the early hours of the morning for drunks and late partiers was nothing compared to being the Alpha's daughter.     She was clearing off a table when she heard the rusty ding of the bell as someone walked in. She heard multiple footsteps and smelt their wolf scents almost immediately as a small group of werewolves walked in.     She merely raised her head with a forced smile and said "Welcome to-"     She paused as an intoxicating smell filled her nose. Her head jerked up and her eyes met with a tall, handsome dark stranger. A few seconds later he growled quietly-     "Mate."