But it's not like he knows who his mate really is since usually wolves have to turn 16 first before they could feel the pull. It's an indescribable desire, attraction, and commitment to another wolf who is meant to spend their lives with you. However, because of how strong the attraction is going to be once a werewolf is mature enough to feel the pull, they're usually attracted to their mates beforehand.

Finding mates are usually easy especially if they're living in close proximity with each other—which is why everyone believes that Trisha is Tate's mate.

But through some unfortunate—for me—turn of events, I just had the bad luck to find out that Tate is my mate when he turned sixteen a few months ago. He was every bit his father's son, the leader of the Alcatrozz pack—he commandeers the attention of anyone, back straight, comfortable in his skin, and seeming to take up more space than he does in reality with his tall and sturdy body. And he also wields arrogance like none other, something he adopted from both his parents.

With somebody like him, I knew from the moment I felt the first stirrings of the pull, forcing me to always be aware of his presence around the pack house, making me want to breathe in his scent and wrap it around my body like the warm, comfortable blanket it could be if he was to accept me as his mate. But of course that wouldn't happen. Not unless I reveal that I am a werewolf too.

I shifted back into a human right before I arrived at my cottage door, opened it, and raced toward my bed. I lay face down on the mattress, closing my eyes, trying and failing to remember faint memories from years ago. It slips through the cracks of my memories, until all I could recall is the warmth of someone's hug and fervent whispers of, "Don't let them find you darling", "You're the only hope of the Rosewood pack".

No, don't think about that now, I thought, shaking my head like it could prevent those memories from coming to the forefront of my mind.

I sighed, realizing that shaking my head won't stop that memory from rising to the surface and haunting me all night. It was one of the earliest memory I have before I was suddenly found on the doorstep of this pack. A little human child dropped off in the middle of vicious werewolves.

Nobody expected me to live past the first week I was abandoned at the den of wolves, lest of all last through my teenage years without being mangled and disfigured here and there. But I did, somehow, despite the rare almost crippling physical abuse, and frequent emotional and mental abuse—all this just because they thought I was human.

My memory is slippery at best from when I arrived here, but there are few things I know without a doubt from that night: I was supposed to stay a human, peeling away my wolf scent, and adapting the pure vanilla scent humans have. I've done my best all these years but I couldn't resist denying my nature anymore, which is why I started shifting into a wolf a few years ago.

I know I am being careless shifting when I am surrounded by a bunch of wolves who'll sooner attack me than pause to wonder how I'm in their territory. But I couldn't resist the call of the wild, the feeling of being able to let your bases of instincts dominate your whole mind. It was exhilarating, and it still is.

Nevertheless my moments of weakness of succumbing to my nature, I know without a doubt that I could never risk revealing I was wolf, all for a guy. Even if he was my mate.

Turning over to lie properly on the bed, I faced the windowsill and looked at the moon. Its gentle luminance slowly pulled me into a somnolent state, my thoughts haphazardly flitting across like the static of a television. As I was lulled into a deep sleep, one thought was at the forefront of my mind, resonating with importance, yet was overwhelmed wholly by dreams.

* * *

I was drawn awake by the sunlight streaming in from the open window. Groggily, I got up and started preparing for another grueling day as the all-around maid for the pack. As I was brushing my teeth with blurry eyes, I noticed a distinct red circle on the small calendar next to the rectangular wall mirror. Blinking profusely to clear my eyes, I saw that I have encircled the day today with a thick red mark. My eyes widened because that could only mean one thing. It's my birthday.

Uncontrollably, I spat out the toothpaste in shock. Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! This couldn't happen today, or any day for that matter as long as I'm staying here. God how could I have been so stupid to forget my own birthday. And it's my 16th birthday for that matter! Maybe I should have ran away last night, instead of running back to my cottage, because still being unsure of where I'm going at this moment, and being unprepared, is better than facing Tate and knowing he'll know we're mates. But the worst part comes after, when he would flat-out deny who I am to him, because of what he thinks I am.

I slumped down the floor, feeling as if a monster is looming around the corner, about to find me and devour me whole. I pulled my legs closer and hugged them, closing my eyes. I knew this day was going to come, ever since I realized he was my mate. And in a way, I have numbed myself to some of the backlash of pain I'm going to feel when he rejects me, but preparing for the expectations are entirely different when reality and all the problems that come with it, comes like a freight train towards you. Avoiding it is impossible, preparing for it improbable, so what could I do at this moment with the train only a few seconds away from hitting me?

Just face it head-on.

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Sooooooooo, I have been in and out of here for quite a while, mostly because I was embarassed to (figuratively) show myself around here because admittedly, I haven't been updating.The stories I've written have gone way past its due date to be finished and I have fallen out of love with it. I admit I couldn't write it anymore because the idea, plot, story line seemed to be lacking something more.Until a few months ago when I started rewriting the Alpha, Do I Know You book.

Kindly check it out in my little website along with a few prose, poems, and short stories I've dabbled in when I wasn't here. I'll be updating the first book here too! The story will essentially remain the same, but you'll see a whole new side to Evangeline, Tate, Rastor, and other characters. Hope you'll love them anyways!

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