The Alphas Virgin Human Mate

Saffron was both excited and scared for her 18th birthday. The foster home she stayed at here in West Virginia had taken good care of her. She had gotten lucky to be placed in a good home after her parents died unexpectedly. Today is her 18th birthday and also the day she will be moving to Winterhaven, a work opportunity the House Mother had set up for her. Saffron opened her eyes, laying in her dorm room bed, mentally preparing herself for changes that the day would bring. Eventually, she mustered up the courage to crawl out of her midnight colored bedlinens and made her way to the dorm bathroom. Her slight frame cast a small shadow on the hallway wall as she passed through. Saffron was a small girl for 18, only five feet tall and under 100 lbs. She was a beauty with pale blond hair and sparkling green eyes that shined, even in the dark. It was an odd feature many people had commented about, eyes that her mother had as well. She busied herself getting ready for her farewell party that House Mother had orchestrated for her, truly a lovely soul of a women who took her in when she had nowhere else to go. Saffron wanted to look very nice for her to show her her appreciation for everything she had done. Saffron took special time preparing her illustrious hair. Her hair was expectiaonally long, all the way down past her knees. She remembered growing up with her mother brushing it and telling her never to cut it. Beautiful long, blond hair with curls at the bottom. She applied her leave in conditioner and curl cream to it and diffused it before returning to her dorm room to put on the special alfit she had set aside for today. The rest of her belongings were packed and ready for her new adventure. The dress she chose to wear was gold and clingy in all the right places, showcasing she was not a child anymore. She wore mascara and light pale blush on her cheeks. She looked like an angel. Saffron left her dorm room and made her way down the stairs to the main floor where the party would be held. House Mother greeted her heartily. "Dear child look at you all grown up," she chided. "Thank you, Mother. I hope I look ok for the party," Saffron exclaimed, shying away a little, scrunching her shoulders. Her blond hair spilled over her shoulder across her chest. "Come see your friends dear, say your goodbyes. A new adventure awaits you." House Mother gently steered her towards the parlor where her foster friends waited excitedly. When they entered the room everyone clapped and greeted Saffron. They had prepared a cake for her and stayed and visited until it was six pm. Saffron was scheduled to be picked up by chauffeur at 11am sharp. Once the party was over, House Mother helped her carry her luggage down the stairs, and she hugged everyone goodbye. At 11 am sharp, a black suburban with tinted windows rolled up in front of the house, and a huge burly man came to collect her items. Saffron was instantly scared. She did not know this person, and he was quite intimidating. He was all of six five and bulky like he worked out all day. "Mother, I can't go with this man," Saffron told her quietly. The last thing she wanted to do was anger the giant. "Nonsense child this man is here from Winterhaven to take you to your new home. It is a big estate they have bodyguards." House Mother told her. "Are you sure?" She asked, her voice still filled with fear. "Yes child, everything will be alright." Just then the man came back to the door looking to collect his passenger. Saffron gave him a small smile and gave House Mother a hug. The man wasn't much for words, he just grunted and walked down the driveway to the car, opening the door for Saffron. "Thank you," she told the man politely. His eyes flickered to her eyes for a second, and holding her gaze, he nodded slightly. It wasn't much better, surely better than nothing. Saffron gave her home a last look and climbed into the backseat of the suburban. Once inside, she realized it wasn't like most vehicles. It was constructed differently with the seats facing each other and a roll-up window like a limo separating the passengers from the front seat. All of the windows were tinted dark, and with the daylight fading, the world seemed dimmer. Saffron took up a spot facing the front and near the driver's side window. She was looking forward to watching the world go by on their drive. From what she understood, Winterhaven was a few hours north of her foster home. "There are drinks and snacks in the mini fridge if you get hungry, Miss," he said suddenly as he buckled. His voice was deep and sexy and a little scary. "Oh, um, thank you," she replied. He didn't make any more conversation along the drive. He actually rolled up the window between the seats and left her to her own amusements. After a while Saffron got curious and leaned over to open the mind fridge. She noticed the man's eyes track her movement. Like a predator watching its prey. He seemed nice enough but there was something about him that wasn't normal. She could tell. She got herself a drink and continued to watch out the window, drinking in all the sights she had never seen. Saffron had not had the chance to travel or go on vacations. The countryside, woods and mountains were beautiful and eerie. She started to get nervous going so far away from everything she had ever known. She would be completely on her own now. An adult in this world expected to do mak her way. After another half hour the man rolled down the window slightly. "We are approaching Winterhaven," he told her. He said it so meaningfully and formal. What kind of place was this? She thought. Obviously rich, rich enough to employ maids and cooks and servants. Soon the car slowed, winding up a driveway framed by the woods. Saffron started to see signs of life, people walking around or carrying objects. People working. The car came to rest in a circle drive in front of an enormous manor. There were some children playing in the field near the house and she could see in the short distance small cottages. Lovely. Also the fact that their were children helped calm her nerves some, helped normalize the experience. The man came to her side of the car and opened her door, beckoning her out. Here goes nothing, she thought.