Rejected by the Alpha

It’s funny how you’ve spent your entire childhood labeled as the pack freak and your pack mates avoided you like your “weirdness” was contagious. Now, becoming the pack healer, those who ridiculed me growing up are only nice to me when they needed to dull their pain or heal a broken bone faster. A part of me still resent them. A part of me still resent my parents for not being completely honest with me. But then there’s than part of me that yearns for the pack’s acceptance. My entire pack is a myth. We live in the shadows and go unnoticed by the other packs in our nation. My father told me when I was younger that we had sister packs like ours, The Mystic Wolves of USA, but they normally added their nation to the end of The Mystic Wolves. We are like normal werewolves with the exception that our strength and speed doubles when the moon is out and if it’s a full moon— let’s just say we become monsters. We triple in sizes and our strength and speed increases again. This is why we’re thought to be myths. I have all these traits as well, so why am I the freak? It’s not a big deal. It’s only because I have hair so blonde that it’s basically white, I have all the enhanced powers without needing the moon, I literally have mystic powers which allow me to heal, grow plants and I don’t know what else because I’m too scared to find out. To top it all off, I have two colored eyes. Yeah, Heterochromia iridum just had to be thrown in there and they glow with my every emotion. I spent my short twenty years feeling like a science project gone wrong. Well, twenty years of despair have come and gone. Now, I’m twenty-one and I will have one night where I am a normal twenty-one year old woman. I closed my compact after making sure I haven’t chewed my lipstick off and thank the goddess for my being a werewolf because I would be freezing in this skimpy dress if I wasn’t. My inner monologue must have been long because the line to the doors of the new shifter club has seriously decreased. As I approach the bouncer, who smells like a werebear, I made sure to flash my weird eyes then hand him my id. “Freshly legal with freaky eyes. Wolf but you’re scent is a little off.” The beast of a man states. “Are you going to let me through or should I go home?” I sassed feeling annoyed that he’s already trying to mess up my plans for tonight. He smirked and stepped aside so I can enter while handing my ID back to me. The music inside the club was uncharacteristically loud for it being a shifter club but the sensual beating of the bass quickly alerted me that it was on purpose to arouse the shifters inside. I made a quick beeline to the bar, expertly weaving between several shifters lost in the music and each other. I sat on the stool closest to me and motioned to the bartender for a drink menu. As I scanned the menu, I couldn’t help but chuckle at some of the drinks’ names. I didn’t want to show that I was a total noob so I closed the menu and asked for a furry navel. After a few sips of my navel, I started to feel light headed. My head started swimming as I struggled to remain sitting upright. Suddenly the scent of the woods, fresh rain on hot asphalt and spices invaded my nostrils. I swiveled my body to catch the owner of that particular blend of scents. “Bad idea, really bad idea to move so suddenly while you’re dizzy Ava!” I scold myself in a whisper while staring at the floor because I almost fell over. When I looked up, I locked eyes with the most intense hunter green eyes I’ve ever seen. “Who are you, my mate?” A dangerous and seductive voice belonging to the green eyed stranger asked off me. “Mate?” I repeated, dumbstruck. “Yes, he is ours.” My wolf purred in my subconscious. His left hand reached up and tucked a few wisps of my pale blonde hair from my face. “Yes, mate. You are mine little one.” The stranger said with his hand resting on my face. I chanced a good look at him. He was tall, way taller than my 5 feet 2 inches stature, he had dark hair with the sides shaved off, a five o’clock shadow and very broad shoulders by what I could see in the six seconds I dared to stare at him. “I’m Ava...Ava Mistborn” I rambled out choking on desire. Goddess help me! Now I look like a rambling i***t. Embarrassment burned throughout my entire body but I felt my face becoming increasingly hot. “Ava” he said as though he’s testing out my name to see if it rolls off his tongue. “Little Ava, you can call me Logan.” He followed while leaning into me. “I reserved a private room upstairs to meet with some wolves from the area. Why don’t you come with me so I can get to know my mate a little better?” He whispered into my ear. The mate bond wouldn’t allow me to let him out of my sight so I offered him a nod in agreement once he pulled back. He took my hand and helped me down from the bar stool then turned towards the bartender to settle my bill. I allowed him to even though this concept of someone being nice to me was new. I noticed when we neared the steps to the second floor that there were several wolves following us. “Logan, there are wolves following us, do you know them?” I asked, not looking directly into his eyes. I may be slow on the uptake but now that I was getting back some of the senses that the mating pull had previously dulled, I quickly realized that Logan exuded Alpha vibes and that was f*****g me up. Without taking his eyes off of me, he nodded. “Yes, those are my wolves.” I’m having them meet the others in my stead so I can be along with you.” Logan stated hinting at something more. Logan opened the door and led me inside. After he made sure I was seated comfortably, he turned back to the door and engaged into a whispered conversation with a blonde haired man who was almost as tall as he was. Logan seemed to be 6’3 or 4, and this stranger was about 6’1. A few minutes of continued whispering went by until they both turned to look at me, catching me staring at them. They turned back to one another and nodded. Logan re-entered the room, turning the lock, then with a smile he asked— “Now then, where shall we begin?”