Alexis' P.O.V.
"OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD I DONT SPEAK FRENCH!" I exclaimed.
The poor man at my hotel jumped and looked at me in alarm.
"The cat is on the bicycle?" He said with a thick French accent.
I looked at the old man across the counter.
For the past 20 minutes, I'd been trying to check in to my little hotel.
It was cheap and not in a bad part of town.
If there is a bad part of Paris.
Then I remembered something is heard from God knows where a few years back.
If you go to a country where English isn't the national language, talk to someone under 30.
They are the ones most likely to know both English and their language.
I held up one finger and popped my head out the front door.
I caught sight of a group of people about my age.
There was a blonde girl with a pixie cut who looked to be really bubbly.
She should work.
"Gorgeous blonde girl with pixie cut," I yelled.
The group stopped and looked at me.
"Moi?" She asked.
I rolled my eyes.
"No the other one," I murmured under my breath, so they wouldn't hear.
One of the guys scoffed, and a few of them snickered.
"This funny American human, she is very sarcastic," they joked amongst themselves.
Then I caught their scents.
They were wolves.
God, this is what I wanted to escape.
"Hurtful that you think I'm a human," I whispered angrily.
They looked at me in shock.
"Come help an American in peril then we can get some food," I suggested.
They nodded and started in my direction.
I popped back inside.
"The cat is on the bicycle?" The poor guy tried again.
"Dude! Stoooop!" I groaned.
The six teens walked in.
The biggest stepped up behind me, and I could feel the power radiating from him: he's an alpha.
He began speaking with the man quickly in French.
Less than 30 seconds later, the old man handed me a key with a warm smile.
"Oh I haven't paid yet," I informed the alpha.
"I know, go out your bags in room. We are hungry," he nodded.
With one last glance over my shoulder, I walked up to the second floor.
Room 21.
I opened it with the huge key and stepped in.
There was a bed against the far wall.
The bathroom was on my immediate left then a few more steps and a window was on my right.
There was a little tv on my left near the foot of the bed.
All in all it was pretty comfortable.
I had changed before going through security and now changed back into my clothes from the morning.
It was pretty obvious that I wasn't going to mix with the others.
Revealing clothes aren't big in Europe.
I locked my door then hurried back down.
When I got there, two of the guys looked at me hungrily.
Weirdos.
"Um, am I just supposed to lug this around?" I asked, holding up the key.
It was attached to what looked like a door knob on a stick.
The alpha chuckled and took the key from me.
He gave it to the man then turned to me.
"Just say room 21 when you are back and they give you key," he explained.
"Awesome," I grinned.
The group walked me to a restaurant that I could smell was filled almost completely with wolves.
The two girls nearly chattered my ear off, but it was pleasant.
It took my mind off of things as I tried to keep up with what they were saying then bursting into a fit of giggles when I couldn't.
When we got to the restaurant, we were seated instantly.
"Welcome to Paris, I'm Jack, I am," he began.
"Alpha," I finished," and this is beta, third in command, and your little brother who is the pack fighter. Blonde is your mate jack and ginger here I the beta's mate,"
The eyes me warily.
"Do we know you?" The beta asked.
"Nooooo," I mused.
"Then how did you know us?" The third in command asked.
"Big guy here oozes alpha, same with beta boy, you I can just use common sense, and the resemblance to the alpha and size of fighter. The two girls reek of their respective mate," I explained, shrugging.
"Can we keep the funny American?" Blonde begged.
"Well, I didn't plan on leaving anyway," I interrupted.
Jack scoffed.
"I can order you off land that's mine," he reminded me.
"Not really," I muttered.
"I am alpha, I can order you to do anything," he smirked proudly.
Aww poor guy, so naive.
"Nope," I shook my head.
"Kiss Matthew," he ordered thoughtfully, although he did use full alpha tone.
I looked at Matthew who looked up in surprise.
"Ew nom what if he had cooties?!" I exclaimed in a loud whisper.
"I do not have the cooties," Matthew exclaimed.
"That's what they all day," blondie chuckled, putting a hand on his shoulder.
When her voice wasn't melded with ginger's, I could hear that she was American.
"Wait, hold up you're American," I pointed at her.
"Yup," she nodded.
"Oh praise The Lord, fluent English!" I exclaimed.
I threw my arms around her neck, and she rolled her eyes.
"She's mine Jack," I laughed.
He growled playfully.
"No, she is love of mine," he winked, and blondie blushed.
"Sorry, jack I may leave you for a fellow american," she winked.
"Katy," jack warned.
"You're Katy!?" I exclaimed.
She jumped and looked at me.
"Yeaaaah?" she replied.
"Are you Carter's cousin?" I asked, and her eyes darkened.
"Don't ever mention that bastards name," she growled.
"That's why I'm here," I shrugged.
"Huh?" she asked.
"Carter told me about his cousin katy who went on vacation to Paris then stayed because she found her mate, and she is a luna now," I explained, digging into my memory.
"Oh God, are you one of Carter's toys?" she asked in horror.
"Seems like it sometimes," I laughed dryly.
Her eyebrow rose.
"I'm his mate," I explained.
"You're Alexis?! What the hell are you doing here?!" Katy gasped.
"Running," I shrugged.
"What'd he do?" she asked.
"He was himself," I replied frankly.
She scoffed.
"I understand, one of these days I'll tell you why I hate him," she promised.
"It's up to you, please just don't tell him I'm here," I begged.
The whole group nodded.
"Yay! Thank you!" I chirped.
Ten months later
"JOHN! I am going to kick your french derriere!" I screeched.
He and his twin brother, Matt, had put flour in my hair dryer, and I had very nearly missed it.
Luckily, I had noticed it last second and pointed it away.
"Katy! Colette! Do NOT turn on your hair dryer," I screamed warningly.
They came into the hallway with a confused look on their faces.
"Alexis, you are screaming," Colette looked at me.
"The twins put flour in our hair dryers, help me kill them," I whined.
"MY HAIR!" Katy screamed, taking off after us.
We met the boys in the living room and Katy and I tackled them.
"Do. Not. Mess. With. Our. Hair," Katy, Colette, and I all growled.
"Sorry! We are sorry!" they both yelled.
We began punching them playfully.
We were were interrupted by a growl erupting behind us.
It was one that was more than familiar.
I turned around, my eyes widening.
Carter stood there with Bryan and Ryan.
"Okay, what the hell?! I crossed a f***ing ocean!" I exclaimed.
A death glare was now etched into Katy's features.
"Language kitten," Carter snarled, "get off of him!"
"Yes, you americans are all so fat," Matt grumbled from beneath me.
I whacked him in the side of the head.
As I did so, Jack walked in chuckling.
He caught sight of Carter and grinned.
"Ah Alpha Ferran, you are here," he smiled.
"JACK!?" Katy and I both yelled.
He looked at us in alarm.
"Yes?" he asked.
"You knew he was coming and didn't tell us?" Katy demanded.
"Well, I didn't think it mattered," he murmered.
"Jack! THIS is Carter," I explained, realizing he might not know.
"Oh, well do not kill him," he shrugged.
"I'm going to kill your mate Katy," I scowled.
"Not if I do it first," she growled.
"Well, we plan on finishing our meeting," Carter told me.
"Whatever," I spat, turning my back.
Suddenly, he was right behind me.
He wrapped his arms around me, and I was overcome by the bond.
"But when we're done, I'm taking you back with me,"
Geting towards the end!!!