Her Forbidden Alpha

1. Homecoming

“Scarlett! Please hurry up I don’t want your brother having to wait so long!” Jessica shouted up the stairs to her daughter.

“Kk Mama! I know, relax!” she called back

Scarlett rolled her eyes applying her trademark red lipstick. If you got it why not flaunt it, she thought to herself as she stared in the mirror at her reflection, staring back at her was a beautiful young woman with strawberry choppy shoulder-length which was dyed in an ombre style, the bottom half a vivid red. Plumping up her hair she stood up, grabbing her car keys, she loved being eighteen. Having received her car from her mother and stepfather on her birthday a few months ago.

Despite turning 18 the age that most young werewolves found their mates, Scarlett had not, but she didn’t worry too much about it, after all, their pack wasn’t too big and her mate could be anywhere in the world. For now, she’d simply focus on herself, she had felt her wolf awaken, felt her presence in her mind and had shifted to a magnificent grey wolf. It had been bigger than most wolfs in their town, something that had caused rumours to spread around the town, no one knew her mother's mate had been an alpha. But her wolf had been a dead giveaway to that.

She rushed out of her room almost bumping into her fourteen-year-old sister Indigo.

“Careful witch,” Indigo snapped, earning herself a glare from Scarlett.

“I’m getting late Indy, I have to collect Elijah from the airport,” she said running down the steps, taking two at a time, skipping the last four, her feet hitting the dark wooden floorboards with a thud.

“Scarlett… calm down,” Jessica said stepping out of the mansion kitchen, an apron on, her blond hair pulled into a messy bun, from the splashes of flour, Scarlett noted she must have been working on another cake order. Despite being a werewolf, Jessica was a well-known, in-demand baker in Stratford-Upon-Avon. It was something that kept her busy and her mind off things.

Despite being the Luna to the Blood Moon Pack, Jessica was not fully acknowledged by the pack members, although it had been years since they had joined their pack, after their first Luna was killed in a rogue attack it had left the pack devastated. When Jessica had stepped into the broken alphas life the pack had mixed emotions, with some glad that their alpha would not go insane after the loss of his Luna, and others uncertain if anyone could replace their alphas mate and found her entering his life a disrespect to their previous Luna.

“Make up your mind do you want me to hurry or not?” Scarlett said not waiting for a reply as she rushed from the house. Crossing the green lawn and getting into her white Ford Fiesta.

Scarlett lived near the beautiful town of Stratford-Upon-Avon, with woods surrounding their pack area, it was a small place but with plenty of open grounds, perfect for their pack, The Blood Moon. Most of the pack members lived in the pack area but some lived in the town amongst the humans and would come to the woods for a run or pack meetings.

The Alpha, Jackson Westwood was her stepfather and owned the area, he had his own businesses that helped support the pack financially. Despite his pack only having around 500 members, he was still a strong and fair alpha.

The sun was high in the sky, and she lowered her window slightly, putting some EDM music on. Tapping the steering wheel with her freshly painted nails. It was roughly a 50-minute drive to Birmingham, the closest airport to their town and she was glad for the time to mentally prepare to see him again…

Sighing she leaned back in her seat, Elijah Westwood. The son of her stepfather, the future Alpha of The Blood Moon Pack. She had not seen for the last two years, it was two summers ago when he had visited from his extensive alpha training around the country, that she had realised she was crushing on her own stepbrother. The very thought made her internally cringe. A thought she would not dare utter aloud.