Learning to Be Alpha

I am a Princess/The Escape

**Jessie’s POV- Age 8

I saw my dad, Robert Lamont, on the other side of the training field. He was tall with curly brown hair, a mustache, and forest green eyes. He was the Alpha of the Devil Dog Pack, the strongest pack in the United States. Our territory covered most of Colorado. My daddy was the strongest werewolf ever and my hero.

I wanted to play but the other kids wouldn’t play with me, they said they didn't want to play tea party, so I came to find him. I was wearing my favorite Wonder Woman costume so that I can be a princess. Daddy keeps telling me she wasn’t a princess. Mommy says that I am her princess so if I say Wonder Woman is a princess then she is, and Daddy says what Mommy says goes.

Maybe I can ask daddy to make Beta Kevin play me if daddy can't. After all I am the princess.

“Daddy, daddy,” I yelled as I ran through the training field, not bothering to stop even with the pack warriors training.

“Jessie, stop!” My father roared across the field as he began running towards me. The warriors immediately stopped at the sound of my father’s voice. Daddy reached me in seconds, he used his Alpha speed, someday I will be as fast as my daddy. “What were you thinking running down here like that? You can have been seriously hurt! You know better than to come down here when our warriors are training. You know you are not allowed over here. It is very dangerous!” 

I started crying immediately, I don’t like when daddy is mad at me.

“Shhh, my little caramel,” he soothed as he hugged me. Daddy calls me caramel because my brown hair was the color of caramel, which is just a few shades lighter than his. “I was just scared of you getting hurt. You can’t come down here like that. The warriors are training and you know you aren’t allowed down here. Promise me you will never do that again. Are you hurt? Now, what does my little caramel want?”

“I promise not to come down here, Daddy. I'm sorry. I'm not hurt. I just wanted to play princess tea party but none of the kids will play with me because they want to play hide and seek. I told them I am the princess and they have to do whatever I tell them. But they ran away.”

“Maybe you should teach her that she isn’t a princess.She needs to learn that she should not and cannot order anyone to do anything. That is not how an Alpha female should behave,” said Beta Kevin.

“Kevin, she’s just a little girl. Let her believe in her fairy tales for now, she will have to grow up soon enough,” daddy said. “Sweetie, you can’t make people be your friend by forcing them to do something they don’t want to do and bossing them around. That is not nice or princess behavior. If you want them to be you friend, you must earn their friendship and be kind, caring, and considerate. Why don’t you play tea party with mommy or the maids.”

“But daddy, I always play with mommy and the maids. Will you play tea party with me?” I puppy dog eyed my dad with my big sky blue eyes.

"I am sorry, Caramel, but daddy is very busy right now and I can't play right now. But I promise to play with you tonight, ok?" He said as he stroked my hair.

"But daddy, I am bored and I want to play. Can Beta Kevin play with me?" I really want to play. This isn't fair, I don't want to wait.

“Absolutely not! I am not here to entertain you. Go find your mother,” Beta Kevin yelled. “Women should be the ones tending to the children and the home, that is their place. I don't have time to entertain a little girl.”

“Kevin, can you please just play with her so that I can get back to the training. She just wants someone different to play with, and she has always liked you,” Daddy told him. It was clear that they were mind linking as both of their eyes glazed over. After a few minutes, Beta Kevin made a sour face and I stuck my tongue out at him before daddy could see me.

“Beta Kevin is going to go play with you, you be good and do as he says. I love you my little princess.”

**Axel’s POV-Age 11

I need to get the hell out of this place. f**k the orphanage, they don’t care what happens to any of us. 

I was in my room packing my bags, it’s not like I had much, so it wasn't going to take me very long. I was born to a drug addict father who died when I was five from a drug over dose, I don’t remember him. My mom was a prostitute who hated me. She blamed me for my father’s death, and began beating me shortly after he was gone. When I was ten, I was taken to the orphanage and left there by my mom. She left a note saying she didn't want to deal with me anymore and I was someone else's problem now. I found out today that she died in a car accident and I also learned that I am a werewolf, my mom never told me anything. The people here already don’t like me because I don’t adhere well to authority, they sure as hell won’t accept me as a wolf. Luckily, I was alone in the woods on the orphanage grounds when I shifted. My wolf helped me shift back, thankfully.

I was never adopted in my time here, the adults didn’t like my background or my attitude. They didn't like my lack of respect for adults, but I've never been given a reason to trust them. They were afraid that I would be too much to handle...pussies. Most people looked at my background and thought I would need to end up like my father or become some kind of a criminal. I didn’t need them anyways, I have been taking care of myself this whole time anyways. 

I decided that I am going to run away and find some werewolves to help me. I hated it here in Washington anyways, I wanted to go South, then it would be warmer. I was just hoping it would be easy to find a werewolf to help but I wasn't really sure how to go about finding one though.

I finished packing my bags and tied a some sheets together so I could climb out the window. I had to make it long enough to climb down from the 3rd floor. I tied the sheets to a bed frame that was bolted to the floor, and made my way out of the window. As I scaled the side of the building, I realized my rope of sheets wasn’t long enough. I would have to drop down a full floor. 

 f**k it, I thought as I let go and fell. Some how I landed on my feet with no injuries. Maybe it’s because I am werewolf. Cool.

I started running and crawled through a hole in the fence that I have been making over the last few months. I turned to look back at the orphanage for the last time, I always said it looked like Alcatraz and now I am free of my prison. With a final look and a flip of my middle finger, I turned and ran. Here I come world, look out. I am will make sure I am nothing like my parents or those awful people at the orphanage and I will be doing it my way. I will make myself a strong werewolf someday. If anyone tries to get in my way, they will be taken out.