Not My Alpha (Completed)

Chapter One - The Beach

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Bare with me through the first chapters, everyone. Yes, things seem cliche and honestly, the first few pages could use some work. But, give it a chance, and hopefully, you'll enjoy. 

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I was being followed.

It had taken me a while to notice, but now that I knew it, there was no denying the sense of danger.

I had been lazily walking along the sand, letting the ocean waves wash around my ankles. The ocean always seemed to calm me, and today I needed it more than usual. The crashing of the waves had no problem taking over my senses, and I had no problem letting them. Maybe that's why the man was practically on top of me before I even noticed him.

Once I realized I was being followed, I managed to fall in pace with a group of teenagers walking my way. As I walked with them, I watched until the man fell further behind the group, clearly confused. When he was a safe enough distance I ducked underneath one of the large boulders lining the beach. Since then, I hadn't moved. I hadn't even peeked around the rock to see if he was close to my hiding spot. I didn't know who the man was, or what he wanted, but I wasn't intent on finding out.

The only problem was that I wasn't supposed to be here at the beach. I was supposed to be on my way back home so that I could beat my mother's husband before he got there. However, I'd gotten off work early today, and thought I'd chance a small walk along the shore.

I'd told myself that I needed a clear brain. This week held countless things I needed to sort out, including how and when I was going to escape this place. Of course, this wasn't something I could talk about. If anyone found out what I was planning, I'd be punished for my crime. It wasn't exactly legal for a human to leave this town.

The sun was starting its slow descent from the sky and I knew my time on the beach should be ending. I took a deep breath, holding myself as still as possible as I peeked up from the black boulder. My eyes quickly darted each direction, watching for immediate signs of danger. When I saw none, I let my gaze scan the area slowly. After a few moments, I realized the man was nowhere in sight and I could chance an escape.

I peeled myself away from the smooth surface and tiptoed through the sand, though I knew it wouldn't make a difference. When I was fully out in the open, I started walking quickly. My senses were more aware now though, so I figured I'd know if the man was close.

I was wrong.

All at once, the man appeared once again in my vision. He was ahead of me this time and it took all my self-control to calmly turn around and head back the other direction. It was opposite of where I needed to go, but it didn't matter. At this point, the only thing that mattered was not getting caught. Because of this, I had to force myself not to sprint in the other direction or draw attention to myself. I told myself that for all I knew he hadn't noticed me, and I would be able to slip away silently. 

Suddenly, a large hand was placed on my shoulder, just above my backpack. I whirled around, coming face to face with my stalker. He was taller than me; at least another two heads beyond mine. He was thick and muscular, his broad shoulders practically blocking my line of view. His beefy hands fully enveloped my shoulder and I suddenly felt as if I was five years old again, looking at the face of someone that held much more power than I ever would.

The grip on my shoulder released when I turned around, but I didn't stay put. I slowly started backing away, raising my palms towards my assailant while simultaneously looking for an escape route.