Her Forever

Alpha Seth

“Alpha Seth!” I heard Alpha Adrien say from the sidelines of the sparring rink. I was in the middle of fighting his son, who is a fairly young alpha. He was only 25 years old to my 125.

Werewolves don’t age past 28, and we don’t die of old age. Our metabolism and ability to heal so quickly help us out. Yet, we can still die; we aren’t immortal.

“Alpha Seth! Your Beta, Gamma, and Delta already left for Club Moon.” Alpha Adrien has a powerful pack; his numbers are growing, and with my help, my rigorous training sessions will help their warriors. It doesn’t hurt also to put tabs on my sister too. “They said they better see you there.”

“Fine,” I grunted. Then slammed Eli to the ground with one swift hand motion.

“Damn, dude, easy!” Eli coughed out a bit of b***d. “Just because you have more experience doesn’t mean you can kick my a*s so hard!” He lightly joked.

I glared at him, and even though he was a growing alpha, he submitted. I’ve been known as a jerk or an a*s, but I have my reasons.

This puny punk already found his mate at just 25. Many werewolves find their mates early. That wasn’t the case for me and several of my friends.

I’ve had my fun, I admit. One-night stands, a little fun here and there. It meant nothing; I couldn’t find any pleasure in it. The past few years, I’ve become desperate looking for my mate. I’m starting to think she’s dead and I’ll never find her.

Alphas can set the mood for their packs, and my pack was certainly feeling the brunt of it. They were on edge; the fear in their eyes when I walked by was both comforting and annoying. They feared me and respected me, but they also knew I was a ticking time bomb without my mate. I could be ruthless.

Mates complemented each other; they were each other’s strength and resilience. When one was unhappy, the other could balance them. A perfect pair gifted from the Moon Goddess, Selene herself. They are to complete you in every way. Fill in holes where you lack certain qualities. Now here I am, 125 and still looking.

Caspian is my wolf. In fact, I’m said to be the largest werewolf alive in these times. All I have done is build a great relationship with my wolf, my pack, and the constant training and sparring to keep my mind away from my other half.

I haven’t been given the full title as of yet from my father; he wants me to find my mate first. He fears that if my wolf gains control and my mate is not around, the pack would be in danger.

I picked up my duffle bag and carried it back to the house. I promised the boys that are my upcoming Beta, Gamma, and Delta that I would go with them to the club.

They all left early, picking up their “dates.”. Rebecca was escorted only by Ethan, my Gamma. If she dates anyone other than her mate, I will kill the fucker. She is saving herself for her mate. I’ve already made my mistakes.

Marco, my Beta, was taking Lela, a girl from here, the Pinecreek Pack, and Nathan took some human girl named Sadie. Rebecca seemed pissed about it. Not my problem.

I took a quick shower and jumped in my matte black Hummer, and headed over. I saw Ethan found his mate, at least I hope it was. They were sucking face in the club’s corner in a booth. Good for him.

I sat down at the bar and ordered a scotch on the rocks. I hate coming to the bar. Such a waste of time. It just makes me want to punch the s**t out of something—so many smells, arousals, werewolves, and the occasional human here or there. Being an Alpha, you smell it all.

I was sitting by the fan to keep the heat and smells at bay so that I could enjoy my scotch. People know not to talk to me when I’m drinking. They think I’m an a*s now; just wait until I start drinking.

Playing with my glass and hearing the ice clink in the cup, my wolf started pacing in my mind. He was excited, howling, jumping, and being playful. It was getting downright annoying.

“Caspian, be still. What’s wrong?”

“Something is going to happen; something is near. Maybe our mate! I feel different, anxious.”

“Our mate isn’t coming. Don’t count on it.”

I’ve learned over the years never to expect or even look for her. If the Moon Goddess wanted me to find her, she would lead us together. The hunting has stopped, and the hope of finding her dies a little every day. Caspian has a hard time realizing that our mate may really be dead, that we are doomed to roam our pack mateless. Unfortunately, both of us would rather die than wait much longer.

I took one last sip of my drink, and I felt a female beside me; I could sense that she was about to tap my shoulder when I spat, “Slut, get away from me and close your w***e mouth before someone sticks something in it.”

I heard a brief gasp and footsteps scampering off. It sounded like she was a small thing. Putting my drink down, I turn around and see a bunch of guys staring at me in shock.

What? Not like I care?

Caspian settled down, and I left, but before I did, I heard several of the warriors say, “He hurt Little Fox, I’ve never seen her like that.”

Part of me wanted to know who the hell Little Fox was, but the aching feeling in my chest was only getting stronger.

With that, I finally left.

Sadie

I never slept last night. How could just one sentence hurt me so much? It must be the whole “first crush” thing I never got when I was younger.

It’s 5 am, and Rebecca is snoring and hogging the bed. I didn’t even have any covers on my legs. Getting up, I take a quick shower, washing off all the mascara, tears, and makeup off my face. Leaving my hair dry, I put it in a messy bun. Quickly, I grabbed and put on my black Capri leggings and matching sports bra with my black Adidas jacket.

I turn up the Linkin Park mix on my phone and strap it to my arm. I’m going for a run on the trails- and I’m not stopping until I pass out.

Leaving a text for Rebecca, I step out in the crisp morning air so that she won’t worry. Summer was ending, and the autumn fog was descending in the mountains down into the valley.

Stretching wasn’t an option at this point; I just ran.

I ran to feel the burn in my legs and in my chest. The good physical pain felt so much better than the emotional stuff, anyway. The beat of the music was pounding into my ears, and I took in the surrounding scene. I was running up the mountain trails, feeling the burn in my chest.

As I climbed higher on the trail, the sweat was dripping down my face and slowly between my breasts. I ran for an hour in one direction until I hit the top of the trail. The run-up was not disappointing.

I could look over the entire town on the west side, and you could see people pulling up to the diner, the children catching the bus to school. I look towards the east, and it was a forest for miles. It was vast and empty.

It was void of any trouble; it was peaceful.

The past month has been a lot. Honestly, it was emotionally a lot. Aunt Maria left me, lost friends, gained new ones, lost what I was, and became something new. It was too much, with no outlet to let it out. I had built it all inside my mind to keep it away from others. I didn’t want to become weak like Maria; she wanted so much more for me. To be strong and live my life, and with that, I have to let out all the pent-up frustration.

So now I will do what any reasonable woman would do. I threw my earbuds out and just screamed into the nothingness.

It felt invigorating.

Being satisfied, I felt the biggest smile grace my face. I opened my arms and breathed a sigh of relief. It was just what I needed. I let out my frustration. I could move on.

I just kept it in for too long; that was all. It wasn’t that guy at all; it was just my emotions all bottled up. Now I’m done.

Turning back to the trail, I heard a twig snap.

Oh, shiiiiitaki-mushrooms.

I don’t know how big wolves can get, but this one is beyond anything I have ever imagined. It’s bigger than me. Is it a bear? It heaved its breath, steam trailing out of its mouth.

I let out a little squeak, and the wolf gave me that head tilts little puppies do. For a second, I thought it was adorable, but changed my mind once it got closer.

Not only was this wolf huge, but it was beautiful. It was a blonde color, and when the sun hit it just right, the fur would almost shine. Beautiful but deadly, I am sure.

“No, no,” I waved my hands in a downward motion. “Everything is OK, just letting off steam. I’m OK; you are OK, we are all OK. I won’t scream anymore.”

With that, the wolf nodded and darted off. Good, I’m glad that is over.

WAIT, IT NODDED AT ME.

That’s it. Time to go home and go back to bed. I’m obviously seeing things and not sleeping for who knows how long is getting to me.

Running down a mountain is certainly easier than going up it because I got back in record time. Rebecca was still asleep, that lazy bum. No wonder she always had me open the diner during the week.

After a quick shower, I crawled back into bed and didn’t hesitate to close my eyes and sleep