The Alpha and His Kitten: Book 1

The Alpha And His Kitten

*TEEN/WEREWOLF LOVE STORY*

*SOME SEXUAL CONTENT/ REFERENCES*

*SHORT STORY*

Rachel woke up to her alarm playing some noise, these days teenagers considered music. At 17, Rachel had always appreciated the finer things in life. She would never stoop so low as to "follow the crowd".

Rachel had three rules.

One, only brand names. Being the daughter of billionaire, Matthew Foyer, she could afford anything, and everything. There was no need to get knock-offs.

Two, no parties. She did not appreciate teens getting drunk, and wasting their life away, rubbing against each other. Rachel had class. Raised by a single father, and always around business, there was no room for alcohol and drugs.

She would rather shop anyway.

And finally rule number three. Stay away from Brock Sanders. Known as the legendary, "bad boy", he scared her.

Rachel knew she had money. She was not spoiled, but she truly earned what was given to her. Rachel had judgement many rich teenagers DIDNT have, and her father knew that. As long as Rachel got her straight A's every year, and stayed the good girl she was, her dad gave her a gold card.

But who really knew Rachel Foyer? She was a mystery. All the girls at school admired her $2,000 shoes, and her $5,000 purses (of which she had three), but no one spoke to her. Rachel was boring, to everyone. She was rich, beautiful, had sensible style, but utterly boring.

What kind of teenager had an empty mansion, and DIDNT throw at least one party?

Rachel Foyer.

She pushed aside her heavy duvet, and switched off her alarm. The clock showed the time to be half past five, and she yawned, yearning to go to sleep again. But she shook the ridiculous idea of getting up late, out of her head.

"I have to look perfect." She whispered to herself. And she did. Rachel HAD to look perfect. It wasn't a self-esteem issue. She was far too beautiful to be insecure. Since her father was so wealthy, she was always photographed, meaning she HAD to look perfect.

Her morning routine took exactly one hour, and thirty-six minutes to complete, leaving enough time to enjoy breakfast with her father, and get to school before eight.

After picking out a floral juicy couture dress, with nude jimmy choos, Rachel applied her airbrush makeup. After applying her eyeshadow, bronzer, blush, and lip gloss, Rachel got her three leather purses, and made her way to the dining area for breakfast.

Rachel had three purses for three reasons. Her first purse was a chocolate brown bag, which could almost be considered a tote. In here, she carried her notebooks, pens, pencils, and any other school supplies. The second bag, was a smaller mint green one. In this bag she kept her makeup. All the cosmetics in her bathroom at home, had a second set which she kept in a bag. She always had to look perfect. Her last bag was very small, and black in color. All she kept in here was stuff like money, her credit card, her debit card, her smartphone, her tablet, etc. It was carried in her hand, and looked like a laptop sleeve.

"Good morning, daddy." Rachel greeted her father. Matthew Foyer looked up from the stack of papers in front of him, and grinned. He set down his fountain pen, and slipped off his glasses, before standing up and giving his daughter a big hug.

"Good morning, princess." Rachel beamed. She loved that name, and so did her father. Matthew honestly believed his daughter was a princess. She was brilliant, stunning, and whole-hearted. Rachel didn't have a rebellious bone in her body, and as much as Matthew loved it, he knew she lacked in the friend department.