CHAPTER 1

When my mother told me that I needed to go and stay with my father a year ago, I was less than impressed with it. I knew that our pack was having difficulties as the Alpha had just died and his 19-year-old arrogant prick of a son was our new Alpha but sending me away seemed a little extreme. I didn't want to leave. I was only 16 and all my friends were there and my whole life had been that werewolf pack.

My father had since found a new mate and she is an evil woman who hates kids and especially hated me cramping their style. When I first arrived at their house she acted as though I was a toddler and I was going to completely disrupt their lives. I wasn't a fucking child. I knew how to take care of myself. If they wanted to go out then they didn't need to find me a babysitter. I was old enough to be a babysitter. But she still hated my presence here in the house.

She vowed as soon as I moved into the house that I was going to get a job and take care of myself. They weren't even going to buy food for me. I needed to be completely independent. They weren't going to help me with anything. If I was going to have a phone then I needed to find the money to pay for it. They didn't help me with anything and acted like I wasn't there.

When they did speak to me it was usually because they wanted something. But otherwise, I didn't exist to them. Which I guess I was fine with. I started working at a diner and I was grateful for the job. It meant that I didn't have to be at home and the tips weren't too bad. Everyone in town knew who my stepmother was and I guess they took pity on me. I didn't mind. It meant more money for me.

I tried to live as simply as possible so that I could save up as much money as I could. And once I had enough money saved, I was going to move out of their house. I knew I couldn't stay there for too long. But it was a little hard when I had school as well. And I did every other activity that I could get involved in so that I didn't have to go home.

" Hey Taylor." Someone sang out to me as I was walking out of school one afternoon and I turned around.

" Hey Carter. How's it going?" I asked.

" Pretty good. What are you doing now?" He asked.

" Work." I say.

" Seriously? Can't you play hooky just once? We're all going to the swimming hole." He says. Basically, the swimming hole was just a dingy little creek where kids just hang out and make out with each other. I always knew what Carter was always implying when he invited me there, but I wasn't interested in him like that. Which is why I always declined. Luckily my life was busy enough that I could get away with the excuses because they were true.

" I'd love to. But I can't. I need the money." I say.

" Your stepmother still refusing to pay for anything?" He asked.

" She's never going to change. She's never going to give me anything. Except maybe give me a hand to pack when I want to move out." I say. And he chuckled.

" It would be really awesome to hang out with you outside of school sometime." He says.

" Yeah. It would be. But I have to work the shifts that they give me." I say.

" Alright. Well, I'll see you tomorrow then." He says.

" Yeah. You probably will." I say.

I walked the three blocks to the diner and I got dressed into my uniform in the bathroom out the back and then I headed out to the dining room and I grabbed my notebook and pen and I started waiting the tables that I was in charge of for the night.

the wrong idea. No matter how much they tried to crack on to me or tried to talk me up while I was working. I had to make sure that I set proper boundaries because I've been working here a

kick those guys out?" My manager James

every day."

One of them

nice ass." I smirked at him.

that to them? Do you remember what happened

that blonde." I say and he

to shrink a little and

I can't help that I'm 6 feet with big tits. It's something I have to deal with. And dealing with guys like that because of it." I

was big and menacing and had that advantage over me, But luckily, I'd had enough training by that point that it wasn't too hard to put him in his place. Before James could even come to my rescue, I had kneed the guy in the groin and bashed his head on the counter. He

But I can handle myself." I say.

I know you

the drinks back to that table of guys and I tried to leave but one of them put their leg up against the next booth so

other tables

says trying to put his arms around

This is hardly the time or the place." I say.

a point there. Where should we go?" He asked.

to hell? I'm sure their already waiting for

Now, that wasn't nice." He says grabbing me again.

keeping me from doing my

We'll talk to the manager and make sure that you won't get fired." His

that I won't get fired. Because my manager is standing right behind you." I say. And he turned around and so did the

eat the meals that you ordered then I suggest you let my waitress go." James says to them standing over them. And the guy let me go

felt a little

You're not going back over there." James says

didn't seem to want to leave until James kicked them out. And by the time the place closed I grabbed my stuff and I headed out the

want a lift

gym before I go

Alright. You be careful." He

think they have the attention span to wait around for me that long." I

see you next

saw the pack's head warrior there. He was 6 foot 5 with short brown hair and very defined muscles with his entire back covered in a single tattoo that told a story, which always caught me off guard when I saw it. I could help by stare at it. It was something of beauty, not something that was just thrown together that you see on so many people. He turned to look at me and smiled when he realized that it was me as he was just getting things ready and I got weak in the knees whenever I caught sight of that smile. So I gathered

the gym and finished helping

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