The Alpha and the Mistake

The Alpha and the Mistake

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Brook's life was never the same after her father died. When her mother remarried, she thought the worst was over, but it was only beginning. Her stepdad is a werewolf, among his people she's known as "Missy Mistake" because to them, she should've never been born.

Now five years later, Brook dealt with the bullying from the werewolves, especially the alpha's son. She's counting down the days when she turns eighteen and can leave for California as she planned. Only when another alpha's brat comes to town, Brook discovers getting away won't be that easy.
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Summary

Brook's life was never the same after her father died. When her mother remarried, she thought the worst was over, but it was only beginning. Her stepdad is a werewolf, among his people she's known as "Missy Mistake" because to them, she should've never been born.

Now five years later, Brook dealt with the bullying from the werewolves, especially the alpha's son. She's counting down the days when she turns eighteen and can leave for California as she planned. Only when another alpha's brat comes to town, Brook discovers getting away won't be that easy.

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Submitted: April 17, 2017

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Eye of the Tiger blasted on my phone as I got ready for school. I was hoping the song would help pump me up for school. “Just one more year Brook, just one more year,” I told myself as I tied my converse. Standing, I looked at the mirror on my door. A large gray hoodie, and jeans. My shoulders slumped with a sigh. There was a time I dressed blouses and skirts with heels. Now this was all a wore. It was easier to hide the bruises.

I tilted my head to the side, watching my coppery brown hair fall to the side. I wondered if there was even a point putting on makeup or bothering with my hair? “Don’t be such a downer, Brook,” I told my reflection and practiced a bright, fake smile. I grabbed my backpack, turned off the music, and hopped down stairs.

“Good morning Brook,” Mom said, smiling as she set out plates onto the table. “Can you believe it, junior already?”

The bright, fake smile flashed on my lips. “Don’t ya know it, mom! Soon I’ll be asking for that college fund you kept talking about all my life.”

Mom’s smiled dimmed, and it had nothing to do with my college comment. She was thinking of Dad. “He would’ve been so proud of the woman you’re becoming, Brook.”

My throat tightened and tears formed at the edges of my eyes. A real smile replaced the fake one.

“I’ll agree with your mother on that,” Harry said, coming into the kitchen. He walked over and gave my shoulder a light squeeze. “God knows I'm proud of you, so he must be.”

I rolled my eyes with every ounce of sarcasm I had to keep myself from bursting out in tears. I had my dignity. Plus that  mushy, gooey, lovey, dovey stuff is not my thing. “Whateves.”

After breakfast Harry followed me outside. I use to have a car, but the Alpha’s son make sure it didn’t last a week. “Be careful today,” Harry warned. “Do nothing to embarrass Mike today. Just try to keep your head down and out of his sight.”

“Like I don’t do that everyday,” I complained, adjusting my backpack. At his worried look, I gave him a salute. “Don’t worry, I’ll try extra hard today.”

He relaxed. “Thank you and good luck.”

Harry went to his truck, and I started the short walk to school. I got why he was so worried. From what little I was able pick up another alpha’s son would stay with Alpha Ryan’s family. It’s all part of some peace seeking treaty or whatever. All that mattered was that Mike would want to impress the other alpha’s kid. He’d be extra douchie today, and it was best to avoid him or this brat at all cost.

I arrived early to make sure I got a good locker assignment and my schedule. I shuddered seeing my first class is Math. That’s not fair. Math in the mornings is like a crime against nature. I’d just finished making sure I knew my locker combination when a fist slammed into the locker next to mine. With a startled cry, I jumped and faced Mike. A sneer slid across his thin lips, brown eyes sparkling with cruel delight.

“You know Missy, I don’t know why you keep showing up every year?”

Crap on a stick. Why the hell was he here early? With a nervous swallow, I shrugged. I wanted more than anything to give him a snarky comeback but I valued my life too much.

“What are you so stupid you forgot how to talk Missy?”

Anger welled in me as glared at him. Oh how I would love to shove my silver pepper spray down his throat and empty it. “I can talk just fine Mike.”  I tried not to sound rude or sarcastic or anything that might make him mad but as his eyes lit, I realized I failed.

With a growl, he grabbed me by the neck. His grip so hard and tight I knew I would bruise. “You don't get to call me by my name, Missy,” he growled. “Do I need to remind you of your place?”

“No, I’m sorry Sir, it was a mistake. It won’t happen again,” I said and as as I could.

Mike laughed that cold hard laugh of his and jerked me around. “Of course it was a mistake,” he said with a laugh. “Everything about you is a mistake.”

“What's going on?” someone asked from somewhere in the crowd that gathered to watch Mike humiliate me or, at least, try to humiliate me.

It was a smooth deep voice that made me shiver. The owner of the voice walked out of the crowd towards Mike. Now I’m a down-to-earth type of girl but this guy took my breath away. He was tall, a ripped body that any athlete would be proud to have, sandy brown hair and the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen in my life. He was perfect.

“Hey Dean,” Mike greeted with a large smile then jerked me to face him. “I’m just making sure little Missy Mistake here doesn’t forget her place.” Amusement stark in his voice. “This is Dean Missy; he’s a guest of my father. Why don’t you say hi?”

I lowered my eyes to the linoleum flooring. This was the guest? Of course, this hot guy would not only be a werewolf but the guest Harry warned me about. Life was unfair. They were faster than we were and had better senses. Why did they get to be beautiful too? “Welcome Sir,” I mumbled.

“No,” Mike said. “That won’t do. Get on your knees and say it.”

I almost gasped out loud as I glanced at Mike then to Dean. His blue eyes filled with disgust as he looked at me and I couldn’t bring myself to humiliate myself that much in front of him. I don’t know why but I couldn’t. It would cost me and big time.

I shook my head side to side. “No I won’t.”

Mike’s eyes flared gold and before I could blink, he slammed his fist into my stomach. All the air rushed out of my lungs and I fell to my knees.

“Don’t you dare tell me you won’t again,” Mike shouted at me. I flinched at his harsh tone and the fact he was still holding my neck in a death grip. Just a little harder and he’d break it. “Now apologize!”

With no choice, I nodded. “I-I’m sorry, Sir. I was disrespectful and rude. Next time I promise I won’t hesitate.” God, I’ve never been so disgusted with myself. I couldn’t wait until I was eighteen.

Mike laughed and pushed me to the floor as he made a comment to Dean about his skill at training humans or something just as stupid. I didn’t move until they had rounded the corner.

Pain laced through my neck and throbbed in my stomach as I got up. The crowd snickered and shook their heads as they dispersed. Screw you, I vowed and grabbed my things, heading to Math. I did not understand how I would hide or explain the bruises to my mother.

The day turned out better than it started. I didn’t see Mike in the halls at all. I spent lunch time in the girl’s bathroom to be a hundred percent sure I wouldn’t run into him or Dean in the cafeteria. Mike was feeling cruel today and I couldn’t take another session like this morning. I entered my last class which was my favorite subject, science. Harry’s promise of an extra-large double chocolate fudge sundae made me ready to end the day.

I was the first in the classroom. I choose a nice little seat in the back. This way no one can put gum in my hair or something similar. I stared out the window as I waited for the classroom to fill. The bell rang and I noticed someone sat next to me, which was odd. No one ever sits next to me if they can avoid it for fear it will invoke Mike’s wrath. He was clear that no one was to be nice to me.

I glanced over at the daring fool that would risk Mike’s wrath and fell out of my chair in the surprise. It was Dean, Mr. Perfect from this morning. He gave me a small smile that did strange things to pulse and stomach.

I looked back down at my desk. Oh no! This couldn’t be good. What were he and Mike planning? Life was so unfair right now! Out of all my classes they had to ruin they had to ruin my favorite? Unfair! I want the number of God's customer service because I got a complaint to file with him. Why Mike was so damn cruel today, did picking on the weaker species, make them look better in each other's eyes?

I stared at the table top of my desk until the teacher spoke. I tried hard to pay attention to what the plump elderly teacher was saying, but I couldn’t pay attention. Every glance I made in his direction, I found Dean watching me and making me feel like prey. This was bad; I could feel it in my bones. They had something planned for me. Whatever it was, it would be nasty.

 


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