The Alpha's Mate

Chapter One

"You're just saying that because he's your favorite" Layla pouts, walking through the living room sitting on the loveseat. Noah follows, sitting beside her and my eyes narrow.

"Why are you still here?" I ask, and his spine straightens.

"Pops" Lay says

"Dad," I whine.

"Enough" Pops says, his eyes flickering between us. "You guys gotta stop this" he shakes his head.

Lay and I get along the best.

But we fight the worst.

"Sorry" we mumble in unison.

"Thank you." Dad says.

"Where's Xan?" Lay asks.

"He's with his friends" Dad answers "What are you guys doing? We are going to watch a movie"

"Alone" Pops says, earning him a hit to the arm from dad.

"As much as I'd love to sit and witness you guys flirt, Noah and I are gonna go upstairs" Lay says, and they get up heading upstairs.

Groaning, I turn toward my parents. "Why do you let him in this house?" I whine.

"Because he's going to be our alpha, because he's my best friend's kid, because he's a good kid. Should I go on?" dad says.

"Yeah yeah i got it" i push off the couch, and make my way upstairs. Down the hall, and past Lay's room to go to my own.

I push open the door, shutting it with my foot. I plop down on my bed, staring at my ceiling. My plans for the night got ruined, I don't know what else I'm supposed to do.

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Pops leads training the next day, and it is brutal. It always is though. Rumors are Pops trains so hard, and so brutal because dad is human. Which is so adorable, but gross sense it's my parents, yano?

I tug off my shirt, tossing it aside with the others. "Noah, Bran come on" Pops says, and I internally want to scream.

I step up, we're in the pack house gym today. Practice fighting, the best. Not really. I like to be in my wolf, or running.

Noah is also shirtless, his hair sticking to his forehead from the workout. He's a good 3-4 inches taller than me, but we're built about the same.

I may also train hard too, since my dad is human. And I'd kill someone if anything happened to him.

Anyways, we get in position. Pops count us in, and then we're circling each other. This bitch won't make the first move, so I have too. I go to tackle him, sense the goal is to pin him to the floor.

Although I know it's not that easy, he will be the Alpha, he trains just as hard as me. If not harder. He dodges my first attempt, but my second comes a lot quicker. I'm able to grab him, and I try to kick his foot out, but he gets mine instead.

We fall to the floor, and wrestle on who has who pinned down. I think I have the upper hand, and then I end up on my stomach, face pressed against the mat.

He holds me there, and I relax slightly. He loses his hold, and I move into action. I have him pinned down, his back to the mat and my knees keeping his elbows down.

Pops count to three, and Noah can't get out in time.

"Good job Brain" Pops says, a small smirk on his lips.

I stand, letting go of Noah, he's on his feet, growling and in my face. "You cheated," he snaps.

"No, I'm just smart" I snapped back, stepping into him. But that doesn't matter, because he's shoving me, and then I'm hitting a wall.

"No, you just always fucking play dirty" his eyes are dark. I straighten my spine, not backing down. Ever.

"No you're just a moron" I snapped, my voice dripping in venom.

"Oh fuck yo-"

"Enough" Pop's voice is hard, and it makes Noah step away from me.

"Sorry Peyton" he says instantly, and I just now notice the gym has cleared out. Everyone instantly tries to get as far as possible from us when we start fighting.

"This is getting old, and not just for me. You both need to get it together, and stop this nonsense" Pops tone leaves no room for argument. "Apologize to each other" he snaps.

"Sorry Branson" Noah say's first, his eyes narrowed on me.

"Sorry" I mumble, and when he turns to leave I flip him off. But pops sees, and his eyes narrow on me.

Once Noah leaves the room, pops steps closer to me.

"You gotta stop this kid, once he's alpha it'll only get worse"

"I didn't even start it that time"

"I know bud, be the bigger person" Pops says, clapping my shoulder. "Go get ready for school, dad will worry if you're not home soon"

He's right. Dad will.

"Thanks Pops" I nod, walking over to my shirt. I pull it on, and make my way out of the gym. Lay is standing there, with a small smile on her face.

"You kicked ass baby bro" she nudges me with her shoulder, and I nod.

"I know, where's Xand? He wasn't in there '' I tilt my head to the gym, and Lay shrugs.

"Dad says he's struggling again" she chews her lip.

Xan is a lot like dad, and gets a lot from dad. Including his depression and anxiety. He also is bipolar, and he can't manage when he stops his meds, which he does a lot. Some people with Bipolar can be off meds.

Not our little brother though. "Did he stop his meds again?" I ask, as we make our way out of the pack house and towards our home.

"Dad wouldn't say, he said not to worry"

"That's what he said last time" I mumble, and she gives me a weak smile. Last time, it ended with Xan locked away.

"He's tough, he will get through it"

We walk into the house, dad and Xan are standing in the living room, that's to the right. Xan glances over, body tense.

"Hey man" I say, glancing at dad.

"Hey" Xan answers, his voice quiet. He's more on the shy side, but I think a lot of it has to do with his anxiety.

"Go get ready for school. I don't want you to be late" dad says, as he makes his way to the kitchen. I shrug, and head upstairs.

I go to my shared bathroom with my siblings, taking a quick shower and getting dressed. It's a little warm today, so I stick with shorts and a t-shirt. I make my way downstairs, a shoe flying past my head and hitting the door.

"Zeke" Pop growls, making his way to where the shoe came from.

My house is chaotic. Dad throws shoes, a lot. Mainly because Pops will piss him off. I make my way to the kitchen, seeing the gross scene of my parents kissing.

Something about your parents being intimate is gross. But I guess I had to come into this world somehow.

"I'm trying to eat" Xan grumbles, I guess he's in a good mood today. Pops pulls away, and dad plates food for me, handing me it.

"Eat babe, you gotta take Xan to school today"

"He's going?" I ask, shoving food in my mouth.

"I'm right here" he mumbles,

"Sorry, you're going?"

"Yeah, Sarah says I should try to. Might help" Sarah is his therapist, and has been since he was 10 and started showing signs of depression.

"Cool man, if you need me I'm a link away" I eat quickly, mainly because I don't have a lot of time until we have to leave.