Mr. Alpha Anonymous

Chapter 2 // Thinking

I wake up with a dry mouth and hair over my face.

Feeling like crap, I trudge over to my bathroom and splash water on my face.

I look at myself in the mirror. My scar of a small P is burned into my skin where my mark should be. The 'P' means property, what I am. I am forever bound to be property to this pack, and instead of a mark to represent a pact with my mated lover, my fate has already been chosen for me.

I cannot pretend that everything is fine and dandy here, but at the same time, my life isn't so bad. I get fed, clothed, and provided shelter and safety. And honestly, I'm ok with that because I know there's much worse out there.

I strip down and prepare the shower to the perfect temperature for me to relax in.

Alpha Anonymous is visiting our pack today for regular Alpha meetings or whatever the hell they do. Respectfully, we call him Mr. Alpha.

He's the most drooled over, sexiest man on earth. And no one can deny that fact.

It's not just his looks and charm that steals everyone's hearts, but the dangerous aura that radiates off him.

The reason why I find him attractive is his mysteriousness. I know, it sounds pretty lame. But if you think about it, a man with many untold secrets tends to be soft at the heart.

And I'd rather a respectfully feared Alpha than a cocky, self-absorbed one.

I shake my head furiously. It doesn't matter anyway. I am a part of this pack and besides, the scar on my shoulder is enchanted. My mate, if he ever finds me, will not feel a connection nor will he sense my presence in any special way. I will smell like an average werewolf to him.

Warm water droplets pelt my back and I run my fingers through my hair with conditioner.

I need to stop overthinking. I'm going to die by the age of 25 from brain implosion.

Rinsing out my hair and washing the thoughts away, I hop out of the shower. I mean, would it ever be possible for me to find my mate and escape this hell hole?

I understand that the scent and presence aspect was taken... But what about touch?

I pondered for a minute while throwing on a nice black dress.

I guess I'll just have to test that theory for myself.

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