The Mystical White Wolf

Staci POV

I arrived at school after parking my car and looking at my watch. I realized I had made it with just five minutes to spare and did an air fist pump. I unwrapped my muffin and quickly ate it, savoring every delicious bite as I moaned in delight.

I looked to my right side and saw Grayson had parked his black F-150 beside me. He looked over and smiled that pantie-dropping smile, making me blush crimson red and look away.

I exited my car when my crazy-ass best friend Monica ran up, giving me a bear-crushing hug and squealing in my ear.

"Hey bitch, you made it!" Monica shouted.

"Well, good morning to you too, Monica, and why the hell are you yelling? Goddess damn girl," I said, rolling my eyes as she giggled.

Monica was my only best friend and the daughter of our Delta. Standing at 5'7 with red auburn hair, sun-kissed skin, sapphire blue eyes, and a toned body, she was a badass bitch who would kick anybody's ass who messed with me even though I could handle my own.

Monica

I trained with my Father and brother. My Mom didn't want me to be a sit-at-home, Luna, who pushed out heirs for her mate; she convinced my Father to let me train, so thank the goddess for my Mother.

"I missed you, and you over-slept again; we were supposed to come to school together. Duh," Monica said, rolling her eyes as I chuckled.

"Sorry, babes; weird dreams again," I said, brushing my hair behind my ear, and I heard Monica sigh.

Monica and I walked into school and headed to our lockers; I looked to my side and saw our Gamma's daughter, Leslie, kissing Grayson.

"There he goes being the man-whore that he is," Monica whispered. But I caught on to what she said.

I felt a bit jealous and sad simultaneously, but I couldn't understand why I was only 17, the same age as Grayson. We couldn't tell if we were each other's mates until we turned 18, even though I secretly prayed to the goddess that he was my mate. Leslie was a year younger than us, so I couldn't understand how she allowed herself to be comfortable with Grayson.

Monica POV

"Bitch!!! Hello, earth to Staci!!" I snapped my fingers in her face as Staci was locked in a trance.

I swear, every time she looks at that man whore Grayson I want to punch her.

I mean, Grayson is hot for a Beta wolf, but he sleeps with anything with a pussy between her legs.

I mean, just last week, he was kissing Ashlynn Simms, and now this week, our Gamma's daughter, and she's only fucking 16!! Ugh! Goddess above, please don't let Grayson be her mate if she only knew how much he sleeps around; in my mind, I think she secretly knows, but she won't admit it to herself. Goddess, help my love, sick best friend.

Staci POV

"Huh?! What? I'm sorry, babes. I was thinking about something," I said, looking away from the Beta couple.

"Yeah, sure, sweetie, I know what was on your mind," Monica said as I gathered the books I needed for my classes. Just as the bell rang, we headed to our homeroom class.

Still, I couldn't help but notice Grayson put his arm around Leslie and walked to class together; it saddened me, so I looked away, went to class, and took my seat. Our teacher walked in as the second bell rang and began the lesson.

School progressed rather quickly, and soon, it was lunchtime. I took my seat next to Monica. I wasn't paying attention to what she was saying because my eyes focused on Grayson with Leslie again, and the jealousy sprouted back up. Soon enough, Leslie looked over and sneered at me; I realized she caught me staring at them.

Before I knew it, she was in my face, yelling at me to stop looking at her mate.

"Look slut you may be the Alpha's daughter, but Grayson is mine!! Keep your lustful eyes off my mate," Leslie said with a slight growl.

"Oh, hell no bitch; back up right now, you don't disrespect my friend. I don't care if you are the Gamma's daughter; I will beat your ass in this cafeteria," Monica stood up and got in Leslie's face.

I realized she was indeed in my personal space. Grayson was sitting there watching us fight over him, and I swear I saw a smirk on his handsome face.

"Your mate, please. You're only 16, Leslie, so how can Grayson be your mate? You can't tell that until you turn 18, so please get out of my face," I growled as Leslie flinched.

I heard laughing and looked over at Monica.

"Yea, Leslie, your just his new flavor of the week; by next week, he'll be fucking on a new bitch, so you're not important," Monica let out a howling laugh.

I just froze at Monica's words. I knew Grayson slept around a lot, but I didn't want to admit it to myself.

Before I could say anything else, I looked over at Leslie and saw she had tears in her eyes. I didn't want to hurt her feelings, but she brought it upon herself when she came here, starting with me. My mind was reeling after what Monica had just said, and I soon found myself not to be hungry anymore, so I got up and left the cafeteria.

"Staci?"

I heard Monica calling after me, but I was too caught up in my emotions to stop and talk to her. As the daughter of the Alpha and a straight-A student, I could be excused from a few classes.

After leaving the cafeteria, I gathered my things out of my locker and headed to the parking lot to my car to go home. I was just an emotional mess after what happened at lunch. I just wanted to be left alone to get my thoughts together; at this point, I started doubting if I even wanted Grayson as a mate.