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Mated To The Alpha King

By:Jennise K.

Mated To The Alpha King
Author: Jennise K.





Prologue

Dear Reader,

It is with great pleasure that I present to you a brief introduction to the new world you have decided to enter; a new life you have decided to live. Let it be that it will only last for some chapters, but I hope you enjoy it until it lasts.

Let me introduce myself, first.

Hi, I am Theia Anderson. I am just like any one of you, human, alive and breathing. (Unless you are a zombie, in which case I am not, and I especially do not have brains!)

Just putting it out there!

I am eighteen, and currently a senior in Rosenberg High. (I'm what they call, a nerd. But let us face it. Nerds nowadays are hot!) I have also, only recently moved from the sunny state of California to a city called Piedmont, just beside Seattle. Needless to say, it rains here a lot.

When I moved here, I imagined finally living in a cold state and thought that it would be an amazing experience. Although, the fact that it was in the middle of the year, and I would have to settle in as the "new girl" was very well placed in my mind.

New friends, new teachers, a new environment - everything was new. But that all was well-known and understood. I had expected those.

However, what I certainly didn't expect was to meet the man who owns the castle I gazed upon from my window every morning and night. Yes, a castle … A castle I am now living in.

This is my story. A story I am now willing to share but only if you can keep a secret.

Do you remember the stories your Grandma used to tell you every night about cursed beasts, village beauties, girls in red capes and wolves in disguises?

Well, maybe, just maybe... they actually do happen. Maybe, beasts do exist.

They do. I would know. I am bound to one.

Whom, you may ask?

Well, I am mated to the Alpha King

How?

You will see

You will live through it with me.

I hope you enjoy the ride.

Best wishes,

Theia.

Chapter One

Done finally!

Packing had never been my forte. In fact, I absolutely detested packing. Maybe it was because the amount of books and other things I possess seemed impossible to place in tons of boxes.

Slapping duct tape across the box, I picked up a marker and marked it as Theia's Books #3.

When the box was pushed aside carefully, I finally let out a sigh of relief as I wiped away a layer of sweat that had accumulated on my forehead. I lived in the warm state of California. It was summer. So naturally, the heat was killing me.

A single thing one should always know about me - I am not much for heat.

When my dad came home one afternoon and declared that we were moving from California to a cold city just near the outskirts of Seattle called Piedmont, I was actually very excited.

Well, that was until I realized that I had to attend a new high school in the middle of the year and leave my best friend, Casey, behind. And since it was senior year, with prom and all, well, it sucked.

Had I been in my old school, Stinson High, I would have at least had my best friend to accompany me. The thought of being home, all alone on prom, only helped me sweat more.

We were a small family - my dad, Arthur Anderson, a professor of History and Literature; my mom, Maia Anderson, a designer and entrepreneur, and me, Theia, currently a senior student in high school and hoping to become a criminologist or psychologist - whatever came first. I also have a very strange fascination with history.

I guess dad's genes rubbed off on me that way.

Another soft huff of sigh escaped me as I lazily picked myself off of the floor and dragged myself towards the bathroom. I only had two hours before we were to load everything and leave, and I knew, in this heat, I would need every minute of it.

Minutes later, as I stood under my cool shower and slowly observed my bathroom for the last time, I let a few stray tears flow with the water as I washed the tiny ache in my chest away.

It seemed like a day had passed when I found myself scrubbed and fresh, walking out into my bedroom in a towel.

A loud yelp left my lips when I suddenly found myself on the floor and a heavy weight on me.

"Don't go!" Casey cried hysterically against me. I would have cried too, but the fact that I was currently sprawled on the floor with a towel on and my hundred something pound best friend was on top of me was a little … suffocating. Especially in my part, I was merely five feet after all.

"Need … to … breathe, Casey!" I managed to gasp as I writhed under her, trying to escape her deadly grip. Immediately, Casey stilled above me.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" she apologized hurriedly, blushing beet red as she got off of me, and stood. She gave me her hand and helped me stand up.

On my feet, I sighed as I brought her in for a hug, "We will talk every night on Skype or FaceTime, and then there is Messenger! We will always talk. It'll be like I'm not even away, I promise," I assured her as I pulled away. Losing my towel, I pulled on my clothes.

Casey sighed heavily, looking a little scared. "What if we don't?"

I smiled a small, broken smile. My hand found Casey's again, and I gave it a comforting squeeze. "No matter what happens, whether we talk every day or not at all for months, when we do talk or meet, we will always be the same best friends."

A small tear dropped down Casey's cheeks, and she nodded, chuckling against the moisture on her face.

"You better tell me everything when you get there!" she blurted out, smiling a bit as she folded and placed my towel inside a plastic before packing it into my suitcase. My room was nearly empty. It was literally stripped bare except for the built-in bookshelves and a few boxes and suitcases that were still lying around waiting to be hurled into the moving truck.

Smiling, I nodded and pulled Casey in for a final hug. "We'll visit each other during breaks. I'll miss you, you know."

Casey nodded. "I'll miss you too, Thi."

The loud stomping noises alerted us both of someone coming up the stairs, and soon enough, there was a knock on the door. "Theia, are you done?"

"Yeah, dad, come in!" I replied as I picked up my jacket - just in case it got cold - and slipped into my flip-flops, which seemed like an irrational choice considering the two contrasted each other, but I wouldn't need my shoes in the car, anyway. I'd probably just tuck them under me throughout the ride.

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The door opened instantly and in walked my dad with two bulky men. Smiling at me softly, they strode towards the boxes and picked them up.

Again, Casey and I stood in my empty room - a room we had had dozens of sleepovers, a room we played doll in, a room we gossiped, planned and plotted in, and a room we did our homework and fangirling in. I sighed.

"I think we should go now … "

"Uh-huh."

Casey and I walked downstairs hand in hand. I took a deep breath as I stood in the living room.

The place had a lot of my memories. I grew up in this area. Well, that was until I turned sixteen and got the television setup in my own room. My eyes are closed. I let out a deep breath and whispered, "I'll miss you, home. Goodbye."

"Theia, sweetie!"

My Mom's voice rang out to me like a fire truck's siren. I instantly opened my eyes and walked out of the threshold, letting Dad lock the door and hand over the keys to our real estate agent, who had managed to sell our home for a very, very reasonable amount.

The day outside was bright and happy, vibrant and warm, yet the heat suddenly didn't bother me anymore. I looked around my neighborhood and smiled. I would be taking all the good memories as I went. But as much as I was sad, truth be told, I was also secretly excited.

I didn't know what it was, but I felt like something was waiting for me in Piedmont. An adventure was waitin

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