The Alpha's concubine (Girl x Werewolf)

Chapter 1/Skin-walker

A/N Welcome to our Werewolf/Sci-Fi/Comedy/Romance crossover novel the Alpha's Concubine. Is this a sequel to I'm a Cyborg's Pet ? No, it's better. We hope to rewrite the whole Sci-Fi/Werewolf/Comedy/Romance genre playbook with this one. Given your reads of Cyborg's pet we thought we would run this as a few chapters then jump off into a separate book.

The country formally known as America, 6 Years after the first arrival. Emma's POV

"Seriously? You want the twelve of us to fight to the death for a coffee and a day old muffin?" I said ."Come on! Is this what the werewolf invasion has reduced us to? Think people. We are human. We were once a proud and mighty race. Great of stature. Noble of bearing. We inheritors of Shakespeare, Einstein... Fred Rogers. Have we sunk so low to subordinately skirmish for a sales station in a sour secondary Starbucks?" I said to the others. Mr McCoy looked at his clipboard.

I scanned the other eleven silent kids. Their gaunt eyes looked back at me like solemn reflections.

"I guess that's a yes then." I said, and then "Gawd Fortnite has a lot to answer for. But come on I mean an English muffin? It's not even a proper cake!"

It was a death match. In a few minutes all but one of us would be a corpse. If experience has taught me anything, it's that I hate being one of the dead. This was weird. Don't get me wrong. I'm not normally this aggressive. I mean it, I was once bullied by Anabaptist kids at school. I don't know what got into me. It felt important for some reason.

Confession time. I admit I used my stock speech. Full disclosure, it's never rallied anyone yet. I like to think of it as a rally in progress. I hoped my, as-short-as-Donald-Trump's-temper, life would be long enough to use it for real one day. We hung around for a second.

"We all got a chicken-duck woman thing waiting for us.. every day I worry all day about... " I hummed to my self to raise my courage. "...49 times we fought that beast.." The song fragments wondered around my brain for no reason.

Could I blame the others? No. After the invasion, jobs in the service sector were scarce. Not as scarce as things like food, water, shelter, warmth, and my own personal favourite, safety. Our once busy downtown now stood quite empty, a shadow of its younger self. Kind of an urban equivalent of John Travolta. Our city had crumbled from Staying alive to Battlefield earth. It was the lesser for it. A light wind gusted between the cars on the backlot.

"Hey, I'll do it just for the coffee, Pink." said the huge smiley Mikey picking on my most obvious feature.

Eleven pairs of eyes flicked to the five rusting swords. We all stood in the back lot of Starbucks in our trainee barista aprons. The wind was dropping down. Anxious glances searched each other for weakness. Lips were licked. Looking down I saw a red stain on the white parking lot lines. Others had fought and died on this ground before us, I thought. My stomach knotted more tightly than an OCD boy scout let loose in a string factory. The tension was broken by an advertising drone flying overhead.

"LOVE THE ALPHA" the sign said. I could feel my eyes roll automatically.

"OR DIE." said a second drone. Yep that was Lycan advertising for you. Real dog whilstle politics.

I looked up and exhaled. For a second I mistook the dim silver moon in daylight for another huge Lycan ship in orbit.

Mr McCoy nodded back to me. As he did his double chins wagged. "New Company policy." he said.

This was bad news. My life plan was slipping through my fingers. My heart felt like it had been dropped into a steaming vat of liquid nitrogen and then stepped on by Amanda Bynes.