The Alpha's Heart

chapter 1

Life is overrated.

I stare up at the gray ceiling, I've opened my eyes to for 18 years.

Another 18 plus to go.

I slide off my mattress and toss my blanket aside.

People in survival movies fight so hard for their lives, not knowing what's in their future.

I grab my toothbrush and head up the stairs, making sure to avoid the noisy bits I've memorized over the years.

What if their lives turn out shit? Do they kill themselves, making all their previous efforts in vain? Or live on, miserable?

I reach the top of the steps and tip toe to the bathroom, again, selectively placing my feet spots on the floor, like every other morning.

The whole world makes it seem like life is important and death is something to be feared.

I hop onto the safe noise-free floorboards in the bathroom, bending down to pull my toothpaste out the back of the drawer.

I don't want to die, but if a situation came where I could die, I wouldn't avoid it.

My eyes lock with themselves as I look up into the mirror.

My dark brown eyes stare back at my black skin and my wild kinky curls, tamed by an old fabric rubber band.

It's like it's mocking me.

I brush my teeth quickly, washing my mouth and face.

It's stupid to think like this. Thoughts only make things feel worse, it doesn't make breakfast.

I stuff my toothbrush in my bra and hurry to the kitchen, pulling out pans along with the eggs and bacon. Fastest things I can make, I'm running late today.

They don't want to see me when they eat, they just want the food ready and warm for them, as if it poofed into existence for their consuming.

I don't like bumping into them either.

I whip up the food fast, washing the pans and setting the food out in plates, just as the clock ticks 8:00 am. Just in time. They'll be down here by 8:15 am.

I wipe my damp hands off my clothes and head back to my hole of a basement.

I turn the corner and freeze as the Alpha's son, Liam, stands before me.

Fuck.

He smirks and pushes himself off the wall, coming towards me.

Fuck. Maybe I was a little later than I hoped. Why's he down here already?

"Hi Eliana." He stops in front of me and I tense.

His eyes trail down my body, despite my baggy gray dress, lingering at my chest and lips. He grabs my jaw, pulling me towards him.

I look at the floor. Eye contact means confrontation and I hate pain. It's unnecessary.

"Why are you always so stiff around me?" His fingernails dig into the skin on my face, as blood begins to flow down his arm and drip to the floor.

I clench my fist and try to calm my wolf, who growls within me.

We been through things much worse than this, what's wrong with you today? You never get mad about the small stuff.

She continues growling inside me, affecting my mood.

I lift my eyes to meet his, as his eyebrows rise while I glare at him.