The Badass Alpha Mate

My name is Leila. I am a fucking badass and anyone who looks my way I don't give a shit about. I am mildly pretty with jet-black hair that falls to my waist in luscious curls, pure blue eyes that could kill someone if looks could kill with flecks of silver, curves in all the right places, rose full lips, and high check bones. I am 5'11 and 17 years old. Also,

I am a Werewolf. An Alphas mate at that, too.

It all started when one of my best friends came crashing threw my bedroom door. "what the fuck Keith!!? what the hell is wrong with you?"

All he answered was a one word sentence I never wanted to here in my entire life.

"MATE!"

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Chapter one- the dream

Run. the one word that runs through my head right now. I'm in the woods, running away from the pack house. snarls and growls ring through my ears and my vision becomes blurred by tears. I block them back. "don't show fear.... don't show fear..." I think.

Before I black out to soft beeping....

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I slam my hand down onto my alarm clock and it smashes into pieces.

Damn... who keeps buying me one?!? I think angrily to myself. I climb out of bed, and hit the floor tangled in my sheets. Ow.... I say in my head. I stretch and yawn, my back cracking in the process. I make my way over to my closet and step in. I find some skin-tight, black skinny jeans with some rips in the knees, a black v-neck shirt that says 'Badass'  in gold, and my leather jacket. I slowly make my way over to the shower and get in. When I come out I pit some mousse in my hair and let it fall down. Then I lotion my body with a deep chocolate scent and paint my nails black with a sparkle gold topcoat. Then I slip on my black combat boots with jewels on the toes and start to brush my teeth. Yah, I'm a Badass and I don't give a shit about what anyone thinks about me. Just the way I like it I comment to myself. I look into my full body mirror and approve. I decide to go heavy on the eyeliner with a smokey eye shadow and light mascara. Good. I run down the stairs and see my mom in the kitchen with my three year old sister Kaytlynn.

"Mom, I need a ride to school I already missed the bus and there is no way in Hell I am walking!" I yelled.

" No need to yell geesh! I got to go to work, but here." she threw me some keys.

"What are these for?"

She smirked at me then said, "Why don't you go out side and take a look...."

I ran outside and stared in awe at the new 2014 lexus stood in the driveway.

" AHH! NO FUCKING WAY!! THANKYOU MOMMY!" I screamed. And, yes, I said mommy, got a problem with that? Guess not.

I got in, pit on my sunglasses, and drove the 20 minute ride to school. I swayed my way up. Taking my time because I was already late.... and it was the first day of school.

This should be good... I thought as I walked into the office.