The Alpha's Mate With An Eating Disorder

CHAPTER 1

And there goes the alarm,

Ringing in my head,

Like somebody said, don't you trust him-

Groaning, I swipe my alarm on my phone off, smacking my palm onto my face. Rolling out of bed, I turn on my 'getting ready' playlist and connect it to my speakers, humming, I make my double bed, and shower quickly in my ensuite and brush my teeth. After lightly applying makeup, I pull on a pair of black jeggings and a pink oversized jumper, wrapping a scarf around my neck. Slipping my white converse onto my feet and linking my little anklet around my left ankle where the bare skin shows, I brush my long blonde hair out once again and pick up my bag. Looking in the lengthway mirror, I slowly pull up my jumper and grimace at my fat belly. 

 Growing up had been tough, and I won't act as if my life isn't tough now. When all the girls started shifting for their first times, I didn't. They got leaner, slimmer, fitter, prettier than me. But me? My wolf is a no show, I have kept all my stupid 'puppy-fat', and puberty did shit to me. I mean, I've always been tall, so reaching 5'8 at 14, and then 5'9 and a half at seventeen was expected. But, when I went up, my drasted belly should've gone in. It didn't. No matter what diets I do, no matter how much more training I do, no matter how many crazy workouts I try - nothing works. I train early in the morning with some male members of my back, the Snow Shadow Pack, then get another hour of sleep before school. I eat small portions and the right foods, healthily, saving all crap foods for a Saturday. I work out in the gym after school, I work out in my room after that. I run, I'm in the basketball team, I swim, I cycle, I do all kinds! Yet it won't budge. 

 In all modesty, my legs look fairly good, there's nothing but toned muscle there, my jawline shows, my arms are toned and have nothing but muscle there also. But the list of what I want to achieve in my body seems to get longer and longer... And, right at the top, is to tone my belly. 

 The girls in the pack don't view me for my body. They admire my strength, speed and stamina, sure, but I envy their perfect bodies, not to mention the fact they have a wolf. They shift when they want. Their senses are further heightened. My senses are only merely heightened, like a child before they shift at the age of 14. 

 Shaking my hair out, I shake my self pity out of my head. It'll go, it just needs time for all my work to pay off. Then I'll be satisfied. I tell myself the same words every day, and am hopeful that, some day, they'll come true... hopefully... Picking up my purse from the desk and my phone of charge, I chuck them into my back, keeping it in the crook of my arm, I pick up my coat and tug it on, checking my outfit is coordinated, I come out of my bedroom door, closing it after me. 

 Keys!

 Dashing back, I grab my car keys off my key rack, opening the curtains and running back out my door, swiftly shutting it again. Going downstairs, I pick up a pot of fruit salad that I made the night before and slip it into my back along with a 1 litre bottle of water. The breakfast that the pack cook layed out on the table looks simply devine... Wonderful waffles... Succulent pancakes... But I must stick to my diet, I can have all that crap tomorrow, seeing as it'll be Saturday then.

 Bowing my head slightly at the beta as he walks by, he grins at me in a friendly manner.

 "Morning, Jess, sleep well?" He asks. He always made the effort to stop and talk to me. Well, most people do. Shit, that sounded really big headed. I didn't mean it like that, just - oh never mind.

 "Yes thanks, sir, yourself?" I ask politely.

 "Training," he shrugs, I nod in understanding, fidgeting on my feet.

 "Sorry, am I keeping you from leaving? How rude of me, I'll let you get on with your day, and well done for your training earlier, Luis didn't see that punch coming," He chuckles, walking off.