Chapter 3

Alora's POV

I'm out front with the breakfast of Wolves. Hurry up, it's combat exercise today.

It's a message from my best friend Darien. He's the Alpha's second son. My sister Sarah tried to date him once, but he's been firm in waiting for his mate. He's been eighteen for a few months. He suspects he knows who his mate is.

On my way out be one sec.

I reply and sneak out the second floor door, down the driveway to the shiny dark blue Dodge Charger my friend drives. I open up the door and can smell the burrito's he's picked up for us, I dive in the front seat as the front door to my house opens.

"YOU STUPID WRETCH WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR WEARING, GET BACK IN THIS HOUSE AND CHANGE IMMEDIATELY!!!!" My mother screeched in fury. I wouldn’t have been surprised if the entire pack had heard her.

I close the door and my friend floors it. I see my mother's furious expression as she runs down the driveway shrieking and shaking her fist in the rearview mirror, probably promising retribution for ignoring her.

My friend is also looking in the rearview mirror "Man is she pissed." he said with a chuckle.

"I know, wonder what she's going to do when I get home?" I ask with a resigned sigh.

"You know you could take her on easily, you’re a bad ass in training. I've seen you, and I've been training with you, and the others in this year's Alpha Class, hell you're better than me and I'm an Alpha's son." He says.

I sigh and don't say another word. Darien doesn't know that my family was unaware of my power.

We ate our burritos on the way to school. We both want to get there as early as possible, as we're both hoping to meet our mates. I think I know who his mate is. Her name is Serenity.

A fit, and curvy werewolf with hip length, wildly curly, deep red hair, vibrant emerald eyes rimmed in gold, and the cutest line of freckles across her nose, with milky pale skin. She was a strong but shy and sweet she-wolf.

I've seen Darien stare at her with a longing expression, when he thought no one was looking. I would be happy if she was his mate. They would make the cutest couple.

As excited as I am to find my own mate. I'm also dreading it, what if it's someone I don't like, what if he rejects me. I don't know how I’ll feel, I've been rejected by my family all my life.

My sister and her friends have made it a hobby to isolate me. Anyone who wanted to be my friend was soon set upon by her and her henchwomen. They even tried to make sure Darien would abandon me. They'd make up terrible rumors.

I avoided most boys, because they all believed I was a slut who'd give it to anyone. Girls stayed away from me because they believed I would take their boyfriend and sleep with them. I'm still a virgin, so yeah, not true. But will any of them listen, no.

One of the many reasons Darien knew not to listen to her, is because he'd witnessed her talking to her friends about the rumors they had deliberately made up against me. Darien said he never liked her, said she has slimy air about her that rubs his fur the wrong way.

We were early enough to get one of the closest parking spots to the schools front lawn, he reversed into the spot, and we got out. We lean back against the trunk.

"So you going to tell me who it is you think your mate is?" I asked him.

He shifts a bit against the car. "The look in your eyes tells me that you already think you know who it is." he replies.

"I have a theory...." I hedged.

"Who." he asks in a suspicious tone.

"Serenity.” I finally say.

He lets out a huge gust of air, running his hands through his hair . He looks up at the sky for a moment before facing me. I wait, knowing he's still thinking, debating on telling me. Finally, he says, "Yeah, yeah I think it's her."

"Was that so hard to tell me." I tease, giving him a friendly jab of my elbow to his side.

He shoves me in my shoulder making me stumble, and laughs when he says, "Brat."

I look at the half smirk on his face at my antics, but I could still see some strain on his face. "What’s got you worried my friend?"

"I'm worried she'll reject me." he says quietly.

I look at him a moment before asking "Why would you think she'd reject you?"

"What if she thinks I'm not good enough for her, I mean, what if she doesn't like me." I can hear the genuine worry in his tone.

"Relax Darien, you're an amazing werewolf, you're strong, smart and loving, she'll accept you." I pause a moment, letting that sink in a bit before continuing. "You would make a loving mate able to provide for your she-wolf and pups, you'll make a great dad to any pups you have, and your loyalty."

"Thanks, I hope your mate is amazing. You deserve a good wolf to stand by your side and love you." He says.

"I hope he is too." I say, but for some reason I feel a kind of foreboding in meeting my mate, a bad feeling I was not going to like who the Goddess chose for me, I feel like I'm going to be in for some excruciating pain.

I push my dark thoughts to the back of my mind as I see Serenity's decked out purple Jeep with lift kit and flood lights pull in to the parking lot. She parks fifteen spaces down from us, her and her brothers are talking.

Galen, has black hair and Kian has red hair that was a few shades lighter then his sisters. They were both huge, broad, and muscular wolves. Both were handsome in a rugged, rough way. You could visibly see the good in them. It was obvious they loved and adored their sister.

Serenity was talking to her brothers, when a large gust of wind sweeps past us, carrying our scent to her. She stops talking abruptly and sniffs the air, then she turns around and looks at us.

No, not us, Darien. She had eyes only for Darien.