The Alpha's Reject

Okay, hi there!  This is my first ever werewolf story so it might be kind of really bad!  This idea came to me, so I was just like, hey! Why not write it down?!  Thanx for reading. 1 vote please. Should I continue?  Also, if you like, PROMOTE!!!! Thanx :)

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                                                                            Chapter 1

 

I woke to the sound of my blaring alarm clock, the horrid ‘beeping’ sound ringing in my head.  I groaned and placed my forearm over my face.  Could it be 4:30 again?  I wondered like I did every morning and like every morning I knew the answer.  I rolled to my side, ignoring the pains in my back caused by my hard, twenty year old mattress.  I squinted through the dark at the red, highlighted lights of my clock/radio.  The glowing time confirmed my thoughts.  I clamped my hand down on the clock, ending the sound and yawned, wishing that I was back in dreamland.  That was the only place that I could never get hurt, and if I could permanently stay there, I would take that option in a heartbeat.  But, science and reality won’t allow it, so I was stuck in the ‘real world’ for now.

I sat up, the faded, old; hole- filled cover falling to my legs as I squeezed my eyes shut and then reopened them.  I then rubbed at my eyes, trying my best to get the last of sleep out of them, I couldn’t even think about going back to sleep, that is if I didn’t want to be beaten senseless again.  I got out of the mattress that was placed on the dusty, small attic floor of my bedroom.  I shuffled like three steps to get to the center of my room and pulled down on the string dangling from the ceiling.  It took a few long seconds before the room lit up with a dim glow, reminding me that I had to replace the cheap light bulb, which lit my room.  I took a deep breath and walked straight ahead of me, pulling back the small, homemade curtain that hung from a corner to get to my bathroom.

I technically had a bathroom, as in a sink, toilet, grimy mirror, and showerhead with a small drain.  It however lacked a door so I found some old smelly rags and stitched them together so that I would have some privacy, not that it mattered, no one came up in here except me, but I guess I just did it to feel more normal, that and I have no free time.

Yes I know, most fifteen year olds, don’t know what free time is.  What with going to parties, texting, and school, but I was a reject, the pack failure.  Yes I am a werewolf, though I am starting to doubt I am.

I am Ryder Hutcherson, daughter of Gerard and Renee Hutcherson, the current Beta and Feta of the Dark Moon pack, the strongest and most feared pack in all of North America.  I am fifteen and still have not shifted into my wolf.  The average age of shifting is ten, thirteen being the latest so when I passed that age, I knew that I wasn’t as highly looked upon in my pack.  Especially when my older brother, Hayden, the future beta of the pack, shifted for the first time at age six.  I guess I started to be the punch line of the pack’s jokes and beaten the day after my thirteenth birthday.

To this day I still remember it clearly.  All of my friends started to avoid me for no reason, they claimed that their parents didn’t want them hanging out with me.  They didn’t want their child associated with the weakest link in the pack I guess.  That was what I was and the other weres noticed that.  So I was dubbed their pathetic maid and punching bag.  I started doing all of the pack’s chores, without saying anything back.  I learned that talking back or ‘sass mouthing’ as they liked to call it, landed me with a few broken bones and black eyes.  My parents even did the worst beatings sometimes.