The Alpha’s Chosen Mate

I don’t know where to start my story. My life has been all over the place with a never-ending guilt of not being good enough. Don’t get me wrong, I have an amazing family who loves and cares about me as if I was there own, but I know I’m not. I know I’m not the same flesh and blood. I know that I come from a different bloodline and that sh*t scares the hell out of me. I just want to fit in somewhere, be a ‘normal’ werewolf. I know I’m different, I don’t fit in with everyone else. I always have this weird feeling of power from inside me, it’s strange. I can’t explain it. What I can explain is how I got where I am. When I was 4 my biological family crossed into an unknown territory. They were travelers, and they didn’t want a baby girl. So, they planned to ‘get rid of me’. We approached an abandoned house, and made shelter for the night. My parents were the first to fall asleep and I just watched them as they slept, happy and content at where we were in life. I felt myself nodding off. Before I knew it I was fast asleep. When I woke up the next morning my parents were gone. They left me to fend for myself. I remember screaming for them, but they didn’t come. I walked outside of the house and walked as far as I could. That’s when I met the Thortons. I walked right onto there property. They asked if I was lost and I told them yes. They also asked where my mom and dad were and I remember crying and crying. Telling them that my parents left me, that they didn’t want me. That’s the day that I became a Thorton.