My Angry Alpha

“Ann, my dear, are you ready?” Mother’s voice drifted from the kitchen, carried by the thin walls of our cutesy wooden house. It was the day of the welcoming party for our new Alpha, Knox Mercado.

“Yeah mom, on my way,” I called back, heading towards the irresistible aroma of fresh muffins. Another zipper war had delayed me, a cliché struggle that felt more suited to a sappy romance novel than my life.

Mother shook her head as I entered the kitchen. “What took you so long?”

“The zipper, I guess?” I mumbled, shrugging for emphasis. She rolled her eyes, the typical response to my nonchalance. As Anouk Clarke, daughter of Alpha Nicholas, I had many things I loved, but 'soppy' wasn't one of them.

The party was already in full swing by the time we arrived. Everyone from the pack was there, except for the guest of honor. My dad quickly ditched us, and my mom had been acting strangely all day.

Then, I caught it – a scent cutting through the crowd, a mix of cologne, sweat, and something else entirely. Daunting. Haunting. Mystery. Sexy assed company. Our New Alpha.

He smelled of power, and every unmated she-wolf felt it. His scent was dark, sinister, and masculine. And then, a mop of raven black hair snapped in my direction. He knew I was sniffing him.

Embarrassed, I instinctively submitted, tilting my neck. Alpha Mercado seemed amused. His eyes, a chiseled perfection, found mine from across the clearing. Then, to my panic, he started walking towards me.