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Chapter 1 – Bailey
I looked at the clock on my bedroom wall. I think I have dyed the inevitable for as long as I
physically can. I should go to the packhouse to go and wish our pack’s uing Alpha a happy
birthday. The bane of my life. My brother’s best friend. One day to be Alpha Miles. Today he will turn
17, and meet his Alpha wolf. In all honesty, he was egotistical enough, thinking the world revolved
around him, without him adding to that by finally gaining his wolf. Not your run-of-the-mill werewolf
either. Oh no, Miles Davenport was destined to be an Alpha, so he would have a strong and
powerful Alpha wolf, only adding to his arrogance and strength.
The crazy thing is, Miles had once upon a time been one of my closet friends too. In my younger
childhood… Friends, that kind of thinges when your father is the Beta to the Alpha. The
children spend a lot of time together, and be friends. My older brother, Jordan, became the
wing-man to Miles. His closest friend and ally, who as his Beta when the time came, was only right.
But as the years went on, the friendship between Miles and I changed.
Friendship faded as he grew into a more popr sports star of our school. At the end of the day, he
was always going to be popr, he was the uing Alpha after all, but as one of the top sports
stars too, he was idolized. As was my brother. All the girls in school flocked around them like they
were pop stars or something, and it was bizarre. I was nothing more to him now but a source of
amusement for him and his sports buddies. A geek. Not one of the beauty queens who followed him
around. Simply someone to make fun of.
I had gone from enjoying time with my one-day Alpha, to hating him, in the space of a school year.
He thought he was g od’s gift, and in all honesty, if he was, he is a gift I would return…
“Bailey!” I heard my Mum call from downstairs, telling me I was definitely running it close now for
time. I know Jordan had already headed over to the packhouse a while ago with my Dad to meet his
friend and our Alpha.
“I know.” I yelled back, looking at the books on my desk, desperate to continue with the assignment
I was working on. I would so much rather continue working on the assignment and gain the
additional credit avable, work toward going to the college I want to go to instead of going to a
party for the big-headed bully, I got to consider almost family, considering he was the son of my
Dad’s best friend.
I stood from my seat, and walked to my mirror, adjusting my ck skater dress I had chosen to
wear today. Something in and simple, easy to blend into the background, but a dress all the
same if anyone asked why I hadn’t made an effort. Along with my chunky ck sandals, I looked
presentable, not that anyone would be looking at me. Today, all eyes would be on the birthday boy,
as they always were. He would make sure of that. I flicked back my curly brown hair, before I
walked out of the door, already dreading the hours thaty ahead…
My Mum pulled the car into the parking spaces outside the packhouse, while my younger sister
Morgan was flicking at the curls around my head, simply trying to irritate me. She knew I would
rather be anywhere but here right now, and was loving everyst moment of it. “Aww, you want to
go home Bailey-boo?” she teased.
“Stop you two,e on, your Dad is waiting inside. Let us go and find the birthday boy.” Mum says,
sounding cheerful,pletely oblivious to the fact how horr endous this party had the potential to
be. She, too, worshiped Miles. Having seen him grow up alongside my brother, she seemed to think
the sun shone out of his rear-end. It had always driven me insane.
“He won’t even notice us there.” I muttered under my breath as I followed her up the steps of the
back house, shaking my head at my sister and how overdressed she looked. She definitely looked
like she was out to impress someone today. A small part of me wondered if she hoped she might be
the fated mate of Miles. After all, he was meeting his Alpha wolf today. He will have shifted for the
first time today, and today could potentially be the day he can sense his fated mate out there waiting
for him! There had been so much buzz around school about this, so many of the girls were excited
about the potential possibility they could be his fated mate. The one chosen for him by the moon
goddess. The one destined to be with him. So many of them are desperate for it to be them. While
there I was desperate for anything but. I could think of nothing worse! Yet, looking at the amount of
effort my younger sister had made today, I am beginning to think she was one of the many she-
wolves that was holding out that hope…
We walked through the corridors of the packhouse, and it was filled with various pack members.
Today was a day of celebration within pack, the birthday of the uing Alpha. And not just any
birthday, the day he came of age. The day he met his Alpha wolf. The walls of the packhouse were
adorned with decorations, music was ring from various speakers dotted around the multiple
rooms.
“Ooff, sorry!” a giggling she-wolf said to me as she nearly knocked me off my feet as she knocked
into me. I would rather be anywhere but here right now. This was far too hectic and far too loud for
me. I simply re at the back of the girl as she moves away from me, not a care in the world.
I followed my Mum and my sister, who was almost sk ipping as she walked, toward the main lounge
area. I can only assume my Mum had mindlinked my Dad to let him know we had arrived, and he
said they were there, or else we could spend all day looking around for them! It appeared almost
every member of the pack had turned up to celebrate the birthday of Miles f**king Davenport.
The lounge area wasden with people, music truly sting, and everyone seeming to have a good
time. Everyone but me. I caught the eye of my brother, leaning against the wall of the lounge, the
furthest away from the door we had just walked into. He nodded in my direction before simply
turning away.
‘Could have made an effort, Bailey.’ he mindlinked. ‘It is a birthday, not a funeral, you know?’
I felt my heart sink at his words. Great, the insults were starting already, which meant it would only
be a matter of time until Miles started too. The two of them seemed to like working together like that.
Finding great enjoyment in harassing me. I was only a year younger than both of them, and had
desperately hoped the name-calling and insulting would ease off as they got a little older, but if
anything, they seemed to get worse. All because I wasn’t like the girls they were interested in, I was
sure of it. I wasn’t like the other girls. Made myself an easy target, my Mum told me, all because I
enjoyed studying. Liked reading and learning. Said, I only made it harder for myself. The n was
to make it easier for myself by finding a way out…
“Jordan says your dress looks like you are going to a funeral, Bailey.” Morgan teased, fluffing up my
curls again. My long brown hair fell in thick, unruly curls down my back. They drove me mad at
times. Especially when my brother and sister decide to mess with them.
“Oh well, I wore a dress, like you asked.” I snapped, moving away from them, feeling angry already,
so tempted just to turn around and walk home, only to be pulled back by my Mum.
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“We are going to wish Miles a happy birthday. You will stay for a while at least. I do not need to be
exining to your Aunt and Uncle yet again why you have walked out on a social event, Bailey.”
Mum warned me, her tone sounding grumpy, I swear she had to have read my thoughts on leaving
the party already. I am sure she hated having me as a daughter, likely wishing for one that was
more sociable, and one that enjoyed being a part of everything, instead of one that would rather
have her head in a book.
“A, Happy Birthday, Miles!” I heard my sister squeal from by my side. I swear she spoke at a
pitch so high only dogs could hear. Goddess knows why she is so excited. It is only his birthday. He
likely doesn’t even care, he never normally does…
As I looked up, his blue eyes were locked on me, I raised my gaze to meet his, and could see his
eyes shift to a darker blue… was that his wolf? I see a snarl across his face as he suddenly storms
from the room. What the hell was that about?
‘Get out here.’ Miles is suddenly mindlinking me, and I have to say he sounded far from impressed.
That,bined with the angry expression on his face, told me something was off. Would he have
rather I had note? Well, he was not the only one…
‘What?’ I questioned,pletely confused. Was he annoyed over how I had dressed too? Jeez, it
was just a dress. Does it really matter? I would go home if it was.
‘Outside now.’ He demanded once more, sounding even more irritated this time, making me realize
I had little choice but to follow his orders, so I snuck away from the ongoing party back to the doors
of the packhouse.
Only to find Miles pacing along the bottom of the steps, looking a mixture of confused and angry. So
why did he need me here? Someone to take his anger out on? I was not willing to be that, I was
sure about that… Just as I was about to walk away, he looked up.
“F**king took you long enough.” He snapped.
I frowned, unsure what this was all about, but it was making no sense to me as I looked down
toward him from where I stood at the top of the packhouse steps. His blue eyes shifted to the dark
blue once more, like they had inside, taking me by surprise. His wolf is clearly lingering…
“What is wrong, Miles? Do you want me to get Jordan?” I asked.
“No I do not! I do not want anyone knowing this.” He snarls, a growl slipping from his lips, though
whether that was aimed at me or whether his wolf was angry at him, I do not know…
“I don’t think I understand…” I began.
“You soon will.” He sneers, and I simply look to him in confusion. Nothing he says makes sense to
me. Until he continues. “Only today did I realize. The thought makes me sick. Why our own moon
goddess would y a trick like this on me, I don’t know. I am an Alpha. A f**king Alpha. I deserve a
strong mate. A beautiful mate to be proud of. Not some feeble pathetic wallflower.”
My body trembles at his words. No. I had yet to gain my wolf. I did not know this yet. Why… Why
him of all people? “I am your fated mate?” I question with a shaky voice. “Are you sure?”
“Are you f**king doubting me?” he yells. “And you won’t be. The moment you have your wolf, I will
decide when the time is right to reject you.”
My heart twists and contorts at the thought. Rejection was meant to be the most painful thing
possible. Why would he want to reject the mate chosen for him by our own moon goddess? Am I
truly so repulsive?