Alexander

// chapter one //

"Isabella ottenere il vostro culo qui," yelled my mother.

I placed the black splattered paintbrush on the newspaper covered floor before rushing downstairs.

"What's wrong Mama?" I asked as I entered the kitchen. She was sitting on the kitchen counter, her slender legs dangling, watching her new hubby, Steve, repair the clogged sink.

Mama was a true italian beauty. With glossy hair, a body even I envied and an accent Steve claimed was the sexiest thing he'd ever heard.

I had nothing against Steve, on the contrary I liked the guy but like any teenager I don't appreciate having to listen to two grown adults, especially when one of them is my mother, proclaim their love for each other and get 'it' on, as Steve says. Whatever it even is.

"I need you to go fetch these things from the grocery store," she said handing me a list, "Do you remember where the grocery store is?"

I nodded, grabbing the car keys from her outstretched hand. Of course I remember where the grocery store is, this town is so small it's probably impossible to get lost.

Lykos Falls, the town we had just moved to is Steve's hometown. Despite it's small size it's not one of those rundown towns with one diner and a gas station. Nope, it was grand with large houses, designer boutiques and expensive restaurants. It was more of a gated community than a town, actually.

I parked Steve's car in the mostly empty parking lot. I had been here twice before but I had been with both Steve and mom both times.

I pushed open the door. The cashier's head shot my way as soon as he registered the loud ding of the bell.

He took a whiff of the air then gave me an odd look.

What? Do I smell bad? I sniffed my self a bit attempting to be subtle about it. All I could smell was paint and barbecue chips.

I shrugged it off and grabbed a cart setting off to look for the items on the list.

There weren't that many people but each and everyone of them gave me an odd look when I walked past them. What is wrong with these people?

I tried to ignore their gazes by busying myself with mom's list until I felt a hand clasp my shoulder. I let out a yelp watching the old lady behind me chuckle.

"Hello, my name is Betty," she said offering me her hand, "Are you by any chance Steve McGimick's daughter?"

"Yes," I said taking her hand, "I'm his step-daughter, Izzy."

"Don't mind the odd looks, most of the pack doesn't know about you yet, we haven't had an unmated human in town for so long," she said.

"Excuse me?" I asked not really understanding what she was saying.

She gave me an odd look before a look of realization dawned her face, "It was nice meeting you, got to go now."

And with that she was walking down the isle in a pace I didn't know was possible for a woman her age.

That was odd.

I hastily made my way to the cashier, ringing up everything before making my way home.

I parked the car in the garage and scooped up all the bags in my arms, successfully managing to make it into the kitchen without dropping anything.

As soon as all the bags were on the counter I decided I deserved a celebratory cookie, which I took convincing myself that I really did deserve it.

"Mama, I'm home," I yelled. Walking aimlessly around the half furnished house.

"In the living room, Isabella," she replied.

I walked in to find a tense looking Steve seated on the couch with his phone to his ear. Mama was standing behind the couch rubbing his shoulder comfortingly.

I gave her a questioning look and all she did was put a finger to her lips, motioning for me to be quiet.

I shrugged and dropped my body onto the couch opposite to theirs.

"Yes, I am aware, Alpha," Steve was obviously cut off by whoever he was speaking to.

"No need for that, her mother and I perfectly capable of telling her, Sir," he argued.

Telling who what? Could they be possibly talking about me? Curiosity overcame me as I listened more intently.
"I apologize, Sir," he said.

I was now dying to know who he was talking to, Steve had no boss he could refer to as Sir. He owned his own hardwood store here in town, he had no boss.

"Yes, 7 PM is perfect," he sighed.

He snapped the phone shut, taking a glance at me before looking at mom, "The Alpha will be joining us for dinner."