chapter one 

Crash, I heard from down stairs. Why now, I thought to myself in pain.

“MICHEAL,” my mother screamed followed by yet another crash. Tossing in my bed I folded the pillow to cover both of my ears, not wanting to hear my enemy parents fighting.

“LYN, I TOLD YOU ONCE,” my father screamed but I tried my best not to listen any further. Getting up from my bed I picked up my backpack for school and my extra bag for soccer practice and the game tomorrow. Not worrying about changing out of my navy pajamas I stalked out of my room and down the stairs. 

“MICHEAL HOW COULD YOU SHE IS YOUR DAUGHTER,” my mother yelled making me flinch.

“SHE IS NOT, AND YOU EVEN AGREED SHE IS HORRIBLE,” my father continued to screamed, and then a very loud crash echoed my home. Glass came flying by the stairs and I whimpered, why do they always have to fight, just why. Avoiding any glass I tiptoed to the door and walked outside barefoot. Walking on the cold pavement I walked down the street to my best friend’s house. Knocking on her door, I took a step back and waited. The door creaked open and Jasmine’s mother stepped into view. 

“Charlotte,” she gasped as looked down, confusion washed over me and I looked down. My foot was bleeding,I might’ve stepped on a piece of glass. I shrugged and shook it off.

“I’m fine, can I sleep over,” I asked quietly, and then Ms. Smith stepped out of the way and I walked into their home which is almost my home. 

“Hey Char,” I heard jasper call from the couch. I smirked a little and hopped onto the couch and watched TV with him. SPONGEBOB, I thought/yelled happily.

“Where is everyone,” I asked softly fidgeting with my fingers. 

“Jasmine you’re so annoying,” an unfamiliar voice said angrily. I tilted my head and looked over at Jasper. 

“Well, for one everyone is upstairs, and two that is our alpha, he hasn’t been around.” I nodded in understandment. I know about werewolves, my best friend is a werewolf, but sadly (I don’t know how it's sad) I am not a werewolf. I looked at to the screen and watched as SpongeBob did his ‘bring it around town dance.’ I laughed silently and Jasper looked scuffed. 

“It’s sad what makes you laugh,” he mused, and I laughed at that slightly louder than before.

“CHAR,” Jasmine screamed from upstairs then I heard loud pounding of the stairs. Rolling my eyes I looked at Jasmine rushing down the stairs flying at me. She picked me up from the couch and hugged me tightly. I gasped for air and she released me, then recognition washed over her and she went back to hugging me.

“Their fighting again,” she whispered sadly. Trying to smile, I nodded and sat back down on the couch and all of the other pack members filled into the living room. I scooted over on the couch and Xavier and Cindy hopped onto it. I looked down at my foot and realized it was still bleeding slightly. Standing up I walked over to the kitchen where all the adults were. Mrs. Smith looked at me and walked over to her cabinet and took out a band-aid. I swear she reads minds or something. Rushing over to me she hugged me and handed me the band-aid. 

“I’m fine,” I reassured softly. All of the adults looked at me with shock and I had a weird feeling. 

“She isn’t like the others, that’s for sure,” a man Ms. Smith’s age stated. I titled my head and Mrs. Smith laughed.

“She isn’t she is mature, but most mature 18 year olds are mature for a bad reason, they are torture in some way,” Mrs. Smith reasoned. I bit my lip and harsh realization hit me, torture. 

“I’m not tortured, I’m not mature either I just have a funny way of showing my childish side,” I told them and walked out into the living room. On the couch Sunny took my spot and I gasped. 

“SUNNY, you stole my god damn spot HOW RUDE,” I yelled at her then walked around to the front of the couch and sat on her. Crossing my arms on my chest I puffed air.

“Okay, get off me and you can have the god damn seat,” she murmured to which I stood up triumphally. When she never got up I frowned and sat on Jasper’s lap. 

“Why is everyone up at 2:00am,” the same unfamiliar voice said groggily. Getting up from Jasper’s lap I walked over to Jasmine with a questioning look. Sitting on the floor I placed the band-aid on my foot, and then looked up to see everyone starring at me.

“Why are you bleeding,” Sunny questioned skeptically, and Jasmine had the same ‘I’ll figure you out’ look plastered on her face.

“I’ll answer you if you answer me,” I told Jasmine and she sighed slumping to the floor. 

“He’s my cousin the Alpha,” she answered me but I already knew. I nodded and started playing with the carpet. 

“I can’t wait for the soccer game tomorrow,” I proclaimed, with a bright smile that reached my eyes. Jasmine was a sucker for seeing me happy and smiled fist pumping me and she forgot about the cut. I sighed in relief then felt a powerful glare on my back. I shifted and Jasmine noticed. 

“She isn’t in our pack,” Jasmine’s cousin/alpha pointed out.

“Nope, she isn’t” Jasmine replied in a ‘duh’ tone. I stifled a laugh but it escaped and everyone looked towards me. 

“What,” I asked softly not hiding my smile. Standing up from the floor I walked over to the chair and sat in it. Sitting with my feet under my butt I leaned onto the arm of the chair and played with the hem. 

“Char, you have an intention span of a 2 year old when you aren’t playing soccer or when you’re doing track,” Drake exclaimed and I looked up at him and stuck out my tongue. I looked back down I made circles into the fabric, and I waited till someone talked. I heard a crash from the kitchen and a flashback from before I came here flashed into my brain and I felt my lip quiver. Noticing that I sobered up and looked away from everyone. 

“Drake, did you leave the glass on the edge of the table,” Mrs. Smith scrambled, and then I felt a pair of eyes on me. 

“What did you guys do,” she accused. I looked over to her and shook my head with a fake smile.

“Absolutely nothing,” I told her and looked at my clean nails. How are my nails so clean, I asked myself starring at them intensely? 

“I think she is psycho,” I heard the alpha mutter and I felt it sting in my heart.

“Why would you say that,” I talked up and saw everyone on the couch jump. Jasmine looked at me confused. Shaking my head I switched my body position so my feet were hanging over the edge and my head on resting on the other arm. 

“I’m going to bed,” I said I proclaimed tiredly then closed my eyes and heard a group of laugher.

chapter two 

Waking up my neck ached, sitting up in the chair I rubbed the back of my neck and nodded towards Jasper. Is it me or does it seem like he lives in the living room.

“Do you live on that couch,” I wondered and he laughed, rolling my eyes I rubbed them and yawned. Walking up the stairs, I stopped at the second floor then turned around and walked back down stairs. Sitting next to Jasper on the couch I thought back to where Jasmine’s room was. 

“Where’s Jasmine’s room,” I asked Jasper confused, his laugher echoed the room then he grabbed my hand leading me to Jasmine’s room. We stopped in front of a pink door and I groaned. 

“Pink,” I exclaimed grossed out. He nodded and I opened her door. Walking into her room I saw her snoring, and then she woke up. Rolling my eyes I sat on the edge of her bed. 

“Morning Char,” Jasmine said to me not even tired. I arched my eyebrow and she hopped up from her laying position and sat next to me completely perked up. 

“How are you like this in the morning,” I asked her and a yawn followed my question. Grabbing my wrist she pulled me into her closet and began searching through a ton of clothes. Blinking I waited and she walked over to me with her hands behind her back and a large smirk. This isn’t good, I thought to myself. Sighing I held out my hand and she placed the clothes in them and pushed me out of her closet. 

“Lord,” I murmured softly. Looking up from the ground I saw a guy my age, he was hot! He has black midnight hair that contrasts with his tan skin, and grey eyes to wrap it all up. I’m a sucker for grey eyes, I thought to myself quickly looking away. Shaking it off I walked into Jasmine’s bathroom and locked the door. Looking down at the clothes I groaned. It’s not clothes, it’s a dress. 

“Jasmine,” I yelled walking out of the bathroom ignoring the sexy alpha guy. Jasmine popped out of the closet with a smirk.

“I’m not giving you anything else,” she taunted. 

“Sunny,” I screaming throwing the dress at Jasmine starting to walk out of her room, but she pulled me back. 

“You honestly think Sunny has anything besides dresses,” Jasmine questioned me with the ‘nope’ look that I always got from her. Groaning I stepped back into the room and heard a chuckle from the corner of the room. Rolling my eyes I walked into her closet and roamed through her stuff. Pink, pink, pink, pink, and I don’t know maybe pink. 

“Is there anything not freaking pink,” I asked softly starring at a pink wall. My eyes burn from all this pinkness. Closing my eyes I made my way out of the closet and slowly opened my eyes. Sighing in relief I thanked the lord.

“No pink, thank heavens,” I voiced my thoughts, and Jasmine looked offended. Mr. sexy laughed and I shot him a glare, but he didn’t get it and continued to laugh. Slowly I walked back into the closet and found colors, not pink, and ran to them. Taking the leopard printed shirt and light blue skinny jeans, I smiled and changed in the closet. Coming out of the closet I looked at Jasmine with a sad look. Then my eyes shifted to looking at my feet, all this sadness came from remembering I had to go home today. Soccer game, I thought to myself and perked up. 

“Soccer, soccer, soccer,” I sung while walking out of her room. Skipping every other stair I made it down to the living room and saw my stuff. 

“Charlotte,” Mrs. Smith called me from the kitchen, and I walked in and she continued “can you show Nathan around your school today?” I was confused, Nathan? Oh Nathan must be the alpha guy, I thought to myself then nodded at Mrs. Smith. Walking out of the kitchen Jasmine came down fully dressed in pink, how is she my best friend? Picking up my two bags I saw Jasmine do the same. I followed her out the door and to her car. Getting into the passengers side I stared at my bare feet. 

“Can you drive me to my house I need to get my shoes,” I asked Jasmine and she started to drive towards my house. Arriving at my house I walked out of Jasmine’s car and ran into my house and up the stairs to my room. Quietly I opened my door and picked up my black vans. Running downstairs I saw my phone on the kitchen counter, and I walked over to it taking it and shoving it into my pocket. Rushing back to Jasmine’s car I smiled to be out of the house. Hopping into the passenger’s side I shut the door and started putting on my vans. After I was done I buckled myself in and Jasmine drove us to our horrible school. Pulling into the parking lot I saw a bunch of people rush over to Jasmine’s car. 

“Take cover,” I whispered softly, but my sarcasm was loud and bright. She laughed and put her hand on the handle ready to make a run for it. I smiled and did the same. 

“3…2…1…,” she counted down then we opened our doors and started to run at 1. Running into the front door of the school I smirked and then a second later Jasmine did the same. 

“How are you faster than me, you’re a damn human,” she asked envy dripping in her words. I shrugged and pulled out my sunglasses slipping them on. I heard her laugh and we walked into the hallway. Through my tinted sunglasses I could see boys drooling and I shook my head disappointed. 

“Jasmine’s not that hot,” I stated out loud and I heard Jasmine gasp. I laughed and she punched my arm. Looking at my vans I felt a powerful glare at me. I looked up and around me, I spotted Nathan. Arching an eyebrow at him he flashed me a smile and I went into a trance, quickly I recovered and walked into my homeroom . Jasmine and I sat in our regular seats in the back by the window. Taking off my sunglasses I dropped them into my backpack and took out my book. Leaning back in my seat I began reading ignoring my teacher calling my name. 

“She’s here,” Jasmine stated, kind of annoyed. I smirked a little but it faded when I heard Mr. Still call Nathan’s name. Looking up from my book I saw Nathan in the front of the class. Slowly I went back to reading and felt a pair of eyes on me the whole time, well everyone stares at me, but somehow I actually feel them starring at me. Sighing I looked up from my book again and scanned the room to see Nathan starring at me. I tried to look away quickly but our eyes meet and I couldn’t look back. I felt someone poke me and I snapped out of it looking at Jasmine. 

“What the hell was that,” she hissed in a low voice so no one could hear. I shrugged and tried to go back to reading but I kept sneaking glances at Nathan. By the time the bell rang I was already tried of school. 

“Do you hate school? I hate school,” I spoke to Jasmine and she rolled her eyes at me and I held my hand to my heart acting offended. Getting up from my seat I walked out of the room to my locker. Playing with the lock I couldn’t get it to unlock. Damn you, I thought to the lock mentally. Kicking my locker pain shot through my foot and I bit my lip.

“Stupid locker,” I murmured out loud, and tried unlocking it again. Once again it decided not to work and to get on Charlotte’s nerves. Sighing I tried again and this time it opened. 

“YES,” I screamed and slammed open my locker doing a victory- is-mine dance. Grabbing into my locker I pulled out my notebook and pen. Slowly I shut my locker and lock it. Turning around I came face-to-face with Nathan. 

“Whoa there buddy,” I said stepping back into my locker. Nathan looked as if he was about to step closer when Chase came running towards me. 

“Charlotte, they need you for soccer practice,” he said in a seductive voice I ignored and he eyes roamed me. 

“Chase, go away,” I told him and he looked disappointed turning around and walking away.

“Bye Nathan,” I murmured to Nathan looking at me oddly. I started walking away but stopped when sparks erupted by my wrist. I looked over to my wrist confused and saw a strong hand there. My eyes followed the arm to whoever’s face it was, there my eyes found Nathan.

chapter three. 

Running onto the soccer field I didn’t see any of my team mates just stupid football players. I groaned as I realized Chase set me up. Turning around I started to head back to school, but once I took my first step they were in front of me. My eyes narrowed in determination and I kicked Jake, the one directly in front me, but instead of doubling over in pain he stayed right in place, I had only made him mad. 

“God damn werewolves,” I exclaimed and remembered I was faster than Jasmine a werewolf. Running past them straight into the school I felt a hand try to grab me but only air hit me. Running farther into the school I started to feel stares from behind me and I stopped running and started to speed walk into the hall where teenagers of every age were. Thank heavens, I thought to myself and speed walk right into someone. Bouncing back from the hard hit I looked up to see Nathan. 

“You know, I could’ve really used your help a few minutes ago,” I exclaimed and then frantically looked back behind me to see Jake still mad. My mouth turned into a ‘o’ shape and I twirl to hid behind Nathan. Peeking from behind Nathan I saw Jake was looking for me and then asked one of the random freshmen and he pointed to me behind Nathan. Groaning I started to speed walk again towards Jasmine who is usually with her pack. A hand grabbed my wrist and it exploded with tingles so I knew it was Nathan, turning around I looked at him. 

“Do you want to tell me why you’re being chased,” Nathan asked with a melodic voice causing butterflies to flutter in my stomach. Thinking back to it I wondered why then a scene played in my head. In 8th grade I was the regular soccer player with black hair and hazel eyes, but of course Jake had to date me. I refused and Jasmine stood up for me each time. From then on when ever I was alone and Jasmine wasn't by my side he would try something. 

“Uh, complicated, lets just say I don’t like him, he like me,” I explained and then used his holding of my wrist to an advantage and dragged him over to Jasmine. 

“What’s wrong Char,” Jasmine questioned and I pointed to Jake, and she looked but everyone else had their eyes glued to my wrist. Jasmine shrugged and followed everyone else’s glare. Her eyebrow's raised in questioning.

“Nathan, um,” Jasper said pointing to my wrist that was still all tingly. Trying to yank my wrist away Nathan just held tighter and I bit my lip. 

“She’s my mate,” he stated and everyone’s eyes widen including mine, but by far mine were the widest. 

“That can’t be possible,” I exclaimed and finally pulled my wrist away and started walking towards the study hall classroom. I didn’t even get halfway way when I was being pulled backwards by the famous hands of Nathan.

Just as Nathan put his arms around me Jake came into view straight towards me. Oh please forgive me lord it’s not like I want to do this, I pray in my head as Jake stood in front of Nathan and me. When he was about to talk I turned around in Nathan’s arms and kissed him. Everything was tingly and enjoyable, on the outside but truthfully this was hell. I pulled back and Nathan’s arms fell from holding me. Spinning around I looked at Jake with a raised eyebrow as a challenge. He just whistled and pretended to not see that while walking away.“Thank god that was over,” I murmured then ran for it, but this time Nathan didn't catch me. Maybe he is in shock, I asked myself.

chapter four

The rest of the day went by, but I couldn’t get the weird feeling off my lips. Grrr stop mocking me, I demanded my lips. Rubbing them again I felt annoyed. The last bell rang setting me off towards the locker room. Soccer, soccer, soccer, I can’t wait for the soccer game. Swinging into the locker room I felt an overload of joy. Jasmine saw me as she enter the locker room, and without a word grabbed me and pulled me out of the locker room before I could even start to change. After we were away from the locker room and everybody’s hearing she tried to talk. Soundless words came out until she let of a huge sigh that could’ve explain a year’s worth of worrying. 

“You…Nathan…Mates, how does that work,” she exclaimed quietly when the most uncomprehendable expression. 

“I don’t know, but Jas I only want to think of soccer, the best thing in the world,” I explained and finally gave her a smile that would make her forget about anything else like it always does. Except this time it didn't her brows were still raised and worried. 

“If you only think of soccer you’ll become the world’s most… weirdest girl in the world… you… he,” she continued but I shook my head and grabbed her wrist pulling her back to the locker room. I laughed at everyone’s confused expression as I finally managed to get Jasmine back into the locker room. 

“We were discussing weird tactics that we should use in the game,” I falsely proclaimed hoping they would all let go of it and of course they did. Jasmine and I changed into our soccer uniforms causing Jasmine to no longer think about Nathan. Score, I thought to myself with a tiny happy dance. 

“Soccer, soccer, soccer, soccer,” I chanted in sing-song voice, making everyone around me laugh. Little did they know it was actually just an act to get me to think about anything other than that heaven forsaken kiss. Entering the soccer field I saw Jasmines pack and everyone else's parents on the left.

“Say Char, you are coming over after the game right,” Jasmine asked in a most hoping voice. My eyes widen and my smile grew wider, which could scare anyone in view.

“OF COURSE JASMINE,” I screamed and eve