Alpha Asher | Completed ✔️

Chapter One

My dream is to act on Main Street one day. Live by the night, under the lights and be more famous than even the Alpha himself.

I want away from my life right now.

Carter spies a banner strung to a window with clear tape. He pulls away from me, moving forward to grab it off.

"This is it. Can you really believe I'm going to make it inside? Inside? What if I meet the Alpha?" Carter questions widely, his hair the colour of burnt wood from the forests of the Freedom Pack flopping around his eyes. He can afford a haircut, unlike me, but won't get one.

I stare at the poster. Carter has some wild idea he's actually going to be attending the party. He doesn't get to show up dressed lavishly. He doesn't get to drink and dance or do whatever the rich do at an event like that. He will be working, making sure they all having something to eat and drink all night long.

I still envy him, though.

The poster gleams, as I tilt the page toward the setting sun. It gives us a glimpse into the life of the wealthy. They sit up on their hill, never to come down or be seen.

A small dose of silver glitter shimmers along the paper, which is the colour of rich violet. Curling letters in italic form twist tantalisingly across, inviting you to something out of reach. This probably is more expensive than what I make in a month.

I examine the page:

Alpha Asher's Wondrous and Amazing Annual Party!

Curious to know what goes on behind the closed doors of the Alpha's home?

Your time is come for a glimpse into the most fashionable, auspicious party of the year. There is none other than Alpha Asher's!

You may apply for invitation through hand written letter.

We wish you the best of luck this year!

Kindness Regards,

Alpha of Desire and his Team.

My eyes rolled. Bringing the page up, I realise it smells faintly of blueberries. Strange.

"Over the top as usual," I say honestly, thrusting the paper back at Carter. "You will have to tell me everything. "

He nods, although looks a little apprehensive. A few months ago, he had signed a contract, taking a vow of silence when asked about the party he helped create. Already, he has been reluctant to give me details, which makes me all the more curious.

"Sure thing," he says, then he glances at his watch. "I'm gonna be late. See you tomorrow?"

"Of course," I say, as he backs away from me. The sun sets around him, encasing him in a halo of brilliant orange and subtle pinks. My friend is damn attractive, and he doesn't know it either. He tells me he is saving himself for his mate, which is something hard to believe, considering our Pack's morals.

Mates are a burden. Don't get mated.

That exact motto is what our Pack is known for. Gloves are so fashionable for men here, I don't think I have seen one without them. Aside from Carter; he wants it. Main Street especially stresses the need for them, with certain entertainment agencies making it a mandatory part of the uniform.

Carter is quick to walk off, wearing his rather expensive sneaker shoes his mother brought him. I, on the other hand, turn to walk away wearing my worn down shoes that look older than me.

As I dump my empty coffee cup into the bin, I listen to the sounds from Main Street.

They drift down the dark alleyways to the forgotten backstreets I live on. The sounds are adrenaline pumping, dance-worthy beats that suggest the kind of life the more wealthy live. The poor demographic in this Pack is low, with every one person living in poverty, there are five wealthy. I just happen to be one of the few who don't have enough money to survive.