Wanted

Chapter 1: Decrease

I remained seated on the chair, my hands still stuck under my thighs as my mother placed Addison back in her high- chair, excusing herself to the end of the picnic table where a large, filled to the brim, bag sat.

I sat in silence, my brothers' phone being pulled out once again as Addison giggled for no apparent reason.

My mom walked back over to where her three children remained, my brother quickly hiding his phone in his pocket when he saw the large knife my mom was holding in the air, a large smile on her face.

I chuckled as she rounded the table, soon cutting into the large cake she and Addison baked earlier, which I assume to be chocolate cake since everyone in my family deemed vanilla boring and gross a long time ago.

I don't agree with that Elias hummed as he trotted back to the front of my mind I like Vanilla more than Chocolate

Me too I agreed, mentally sighing.

My mom set the first piece in front of me, smiling as she stabbed a plastic fork into it.

Thats a little creepy Elias spoke causing me to smile for a moment.

I noticed Aaron finally letting a smile show on his usual bored- looking face once my mom sliced a piece of cake for him and handed it to him.

Addison sadly got the smallest piece out of all of us, but she seemed more than content when a slice of cake was placed in front of her on her tray.

I smiled forcibly, the cake in front of me left untouched as I folded my arms over my chest, wanting to disappear.

" I'll be back " I murmured before leaving the table.

They liked my birthday more than I did, which I don't understand completely. It's just a day. The day that my mother gave birth to me.

I didn't really know why they cared about it at all really.

I walked away from the table, my hands stuck in my pockets as I walked to the playground.

I didn't even get to sit down before something hard pushed into my back on my way over to the swings.

I grunted as my body tripped over invisible obstacles, sending me falling to the hard ground. I sighed before rubbing a hand over my face to get ready to face whoever was standing behind me, a name already circulating in my head.

I groaned before standing to my feet, my eyes rolling to the back of my head when I saw my younger brother. Aaron was an asshole, a lovable asshole but still. Him and I held an 8 year age gap so we didn't really get along, nor did we even try to get along. We talked here and there, making plans that always fell through. Even though he was 8 years younger, he was closer to my age than Addison was so I tried to be mature whenever he pushed my buttons. Safe to say, I never hung out with any of my siblings. Addison was still a babbling baby girl and Aaron was, well, Aaron

We had nothing in common.

My mom had me when she was young. 17 years old and my mom had to make a choice between ending her social life to take care of me, or have an abortion and pretend I never existed.

I have to applaud her for having me because I know it wasn't easy, but still, she stayed in school, held a job and provided for me in every way she knew how too.

My father was simply a man who hung around, writing songs he never had the courage to sing. He never changed any diapers or gave any of us baths. He's just the man who disappeared when I was a toddler, not bothering to pop up again until 4 years later.

It didn't help that our dad was an alpha so when he left... his heir became the next alpha. Me. A toddler who was afraid of the dark. My mother had to take care of all the documents, paperwork, and pack disputes for years, for that, I applaud her.

" I told them not to do it " Aaron smiled, pulling me out of my thoughts as he stood in front of me unbothered.

I rolled my eyes, turning away from him before continuing to walk to the swings.

I sighed as my body fell onto a swing with a dirty yellow seat, my feet helping me to move back before swinging forwards.

" You wanna get drunk with me? " I scoffed at his question, continuing to swing as he sat on the swing next to me.

" You're 16. Nice try. " I spoke, turning my head to see him giving me a perplexed look.

He shifted in his seat, his right arm falling to his side while his left hand grabbed onto the chains holding him up, his right hand pulling random wrappers out of his pocket before eventually pulling out a plastic card.

Suddenly, he grinned, shoving the card in my face before shoving it back into his disgustingly filled pocket.

" Fake ID. C'mon, I know a bar where the bouncer rarely checks IDs so it won't even be a problem, plus I have one just in case " he grinned, sitting still for a minute before standing to his feet.

My brows furrowed in confusion when he started to walk back towards my birthday party, he had a mischievous look on his face when he finally turned around, walking backwards toward my mom and baby sister.

" What are you doing? " I asked as I stood from my swing, rushing to meet up with my little brother.

" Have you never told a lie to get out of something? " He snorted the second we got to the picnic table, pulling his phone out of his pocket to take a picture of a cake covered Addison.

I sighed, walking further towards the picnic table before sitting down. He immediately shoved his phone back into his pocket before rushing to sit beside me, a glare present in his eyes.

" What the fuck are you doing? " He swore at me in a small voice.

" Mom won't just let us leave for anything " I say quietly with a straight face as my mom wiped chocolate cake from Addison's cheeks.

" Fine, no beer for us then " he grumbled, crossing his arms before standing from his seat next to me. He walked around the table, sitting down in his seat from earlier before pulling out his phone to play stupid games on it.

" We should've came up with an excuse to get out of here " Aaron muttered angrily after another hour passed.

" I heard that " My mom glared at him as she held a now clean sleeping Addison in her arms.

The night was overall exhausting, I didn't even get to go to bed until about 1 am.

I was tired from the start but my mom had started to make us play family games with her so we could all be closer. Like Monopoly and Life, which each took about 3-4 hours.

What I wanted was to sleep through the whole day but I knew I couldn't.

First Off, my mom wouldn't let me. She would probably throw a pillow at me before shaking me awake. And secondly, Elias would always get excited on my birthday. I couldn't disappoint him just because of my own selfish reasons.

We were complete opposites, Elias was full of energy and loved socializing with others while I would rather lock myself in a dark room and sleep.

But the thing that I didn't get was why he loved my birthday, Elias didn't even appear until my 10th birthday- but still, he loved it and all the perks that went with it.

The cake, the party, socializing with everyone. All of it.

Plus, he got hours of running through the woods with no responsibilities.

That was my one present to him.

It was the one day out of the year that we didn't have to run a pack with hundreds of people in it.

I think that's one of the only good things that happen on May 3rd because to me- it was just another year I didn't find my mate.

It was another year that symbolized me being alone because each year that passed without them made my chances of finding them simply... decrease.