Her Fictional Alpha, His True Luna

Hi, my name is Laura. I come from a small town and study in a local school, a place bombarded with the most cunning creatures on the planet——human beings. They could be very evil, especially when they can still use their ages to excuse themselves. I wonder if it is necessary to elaborate more on this point, since I assume you guys all know what I mean. In short, they never stop harming each other. I categorize the students in my school into three groups, not by their scores (that’s what adults do). I sort them by my own standards. First, we have teachers’ enemies who will act against teachers’ orders. Members of this group are mostly muscular yet brainless. They enjoyed being the focus of attention and giving a s**t about others. Not all of them are high enough to be towering over you, but somehow they can manage a way to look at you with their nose in the air. I doubt if they secretly have insoles in their shoes or tiptoe, but I never get an opportunity to verify my guess.  Second, we have teachers’ pets. Members of this club are largely those who have a gift in getting high scores. They are lazily and gladly throw themselves into the teacher’s hug. They are under the teacher’s protection, and bullies tend to put these guys on a safelist. Third, we have armed neutrality. And I, am the leader of this group. My initial intention in forming the third party is definitely not to lead the weak and the poor to victory. My apology for not being ambitious enough. I think accomplishing one’s ambition requires strength, physically or mentally. But I possess neither of each. I am an ordinary teenage girl struggling for her survival in school, not some kickass heroine who can luckily win the bully’s heart and make him a better person, turning the school into a place with peace and love. That would be a fairy tale. Yet fairy tales are quite tempting for the likes of me, who lives a miserable life. We’re addicted to such stuff, with which we can shield ourselves from the cruel reality. Amongst all the books, my favorite is the werewolf story.  I adore the power of Alphas, the magical mating bonds as well as their wolves popping in their head at times. I love reading the plot that a female lead is abused and banished till one day, she becomes more robust and makes a comeback. She will take revenge on her enemies and live happily after ever with her true love or lovers. I don’t care how many men she conquers in the end, as long as the evil is punished and the good is rewarded. After reading books one after another, I can’t help but start my own one. The reason is quite simple. I am not convinced by plots like: 1. The Alpha slaughtered her family and locked her in the dungeon, but she eventually forgave him because of the mutual attraction between mates is undeniable. 2. The Alpha is a playboy screwing various types of girls and claims he f***s them for fun, and his heart belongs to the female lead. The list is endless. It just doesn’t make any sense to me. So I left a comment and mentioned that I couldn’t figure out why the character did such things. Then the author told me to sod off, for she was the author and she could write however she wanted. I had to admit she was right, and I was tempted to play God. That’s how I started creating my first werewolf story——Alpha Leon and His True Luna That’s how I created the four main characters. Male lead No.1 Leo Williams, Alpha from the Black Moon Pack, arrogant, decisive, yet too blind to see his true mate. Male lead No. 2 Lector, a vampire prince who is saved by the female lead and falls in love with her. Protagonist. Judy Green, an orphan omega with a hidden identity who is ignored by her mate at first and later acknowledges his redemption.  Antiprotagonist. Agnes Garcia, the evil she-wolf who bullies the female lead and eventually gets banished by the pack. I have been working on the story since January. The storyline went well and was getting its closure. I decided to finish it soon and send a copy to the press, hoping some editors would be interested in this work. If things went as scheduled, I could get an offer and a hard print before my coming of age. I could hold a party and introduce my books to my friends. The plan was perfect, but I met writing block just like most writers did.  Staring at the clock on the wall, I sigh and throw away the pen. My 18th birthday just arrived, and I haven’t work out a proper ending for the book. I sit on the edge of the bed, bury my face in the pillow and let my mind drift away. Soon my disappointment and anxiety are replaced by the desire to sleep. I feel drowsy and can barely keep my eyes open. Never had I ever thought that when I opened my eyes again, things would be totally different. I was no longer in my study. Alone  I was surrounded by werewolves. Some of them are in their wolf forms, while others are in their human forms. As I blink at them, a male voice rises. “I, Leon Williams, Alpha from the Black Moon Pack, accept you, Agnes Garcia as my Luna.”The man standing in front of me grins, “It’s your turn to make the vow.” Oh, s**t. No. This is not happening.