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Myra wasn't a fool when it came to the secrets of the world. She'd read her fair share of books in the St. Paul Convent when she was hiding from the sisters that were trying to teach her the path of righteousness.
She'd had her nose stuck in the forbidden section of the library that told stories of supernatural or demonic creatures as the sisters had referred to them since she was ten. I mean if they wanted the children of the orphanage /correctional school not to know about these creatures why dedicate an entire section to them?
Hours upon hours she'd read stories of werewolves, vampires and their mates. She found it all fascinating how for each wolf or vampire there was someone who completed their souls, the ying to their yang. Often times she'd find herself longing for someone of her own, to love her and not abandon her as her parents had.
Regardless of her obsession with the supernatural kind, Myra was an A student. It was no surprise when she'd been one of the few to be accepted to an Ivy League school on a special scholarship. Neither was it alarming when she'd graduated top of her class in medical sciences.
It was however disappointing when she'd opt to open a small veterinary and paediatric ward in the middle of nowhere rather than working in a top class hospital in the city.
The friends she'd accumulated over the years in college disowned her for that reason. The sisters, who had come to be her family, specifically Sister Daniella respected her wishes and wished her luck on the path God had chosen for her. Sister Daniella was the one who had found her on the orphanage steps when she was just months old and had taken her in, treating her like her own. Being her mother figure. Daniella was heartbroken when Myra moved away but she knew it was a part of God's plan and didn't interfere.
Everything in Myra's life had been going well. The clinic was up and running in four months, business was blooming for the first year and she'd nestled into the calm and tranquil life in the small town of Layton.
Her life however had gotten thrown off track 15 months after establishing her business. That was the day she'd hit a wolf on her way home from work. It'd been a long day and an even longer night. People had been coming with children due to the flu going around the area and Myra being the best paediatrician in the town had to bear the rush.
Hopping out of her van, Myra couldn't help but curse as the giant grey wolf laid out cold in front of her. The steady rise and fall of it stomach indicated it was still breathing and she'd thank God that she hadn't killed it. After all it was a commandment the sisters had instilled in her.
Finding the strength, Myra somehow managed to get the wolf into the back of her van, fascinated by both its size and the fact that it was so close to civilization.
Could it be? She wondered. A werewolf?
As farfetched as it sounded to her she couldn't wipe the thought from her head. That'd explain its size. It was scientifically the largest wolf she'd seen, it was so big its tail and hind legs had to be folded to hold properly in the back of her van.
It took her approximately 15 minutes to manoeuvre the wolf from the van into her veterinary station. She'd opt for placing him in a stable like structure that was used to hold the larger animals people brought in. It was made of iron so it should hold him... or so she hoped.
She'd looked him over and discovered multiple scabbed wounds on him. Thankfully he had no broken bones but he was exhausted. Myra slept in the clinic that night watching the wolf awaiting the moment his eyes would open and when they did... it's like she frozen.
Honey brown eyes stared at her, alert but also in shock. It'd yet to get onto its feet, it just stared at her as she lounged in the chair, gazing at him.
The electricity coursing through her veins shocked her. She'd remembered reading about how the eyes were the way werewolves identified their mates. Their wolves would pick up the scent yes, but locking eyes that was how they identify. The feeling she felt left no room for questions in her mind. She knew this was no ordinary wolf. He was a shifter, a werewolf.
"I know what you are," she whispered and his eyes flashed in caution as he rose to his feet ears erect.
Instantly she held up her hand in surrender, showing she meant no harm. "I mean, I can feel the connection between us. I know you're not just a wolf..."
His posture relaxed and he tilted his head to the side observing her.
"Um... I carried you here to check your wounds to see if you're hurt. You ran out into the road and I hit you... Do you remember that?" She found herself explaining what happened in a way of showing him that she both meant no harm and was trying to help him.
He nodded his wolf head and she smiled happy that he hadn't suffered any memory lapses. She now eyed him, biting her lip wondering if he'd agree to her next request.
"Would you... um shift please..." she asked eying him as he tilt his head. "It's weird talking to you like this."
Imagine of someone walked in and saw her talking to a wolf. They'd drag her to an asylum.
The wolf barked at her before stepping back into the stable area and soon the cracking of bones could be heard. The sound gritted Myra's teeth so she cupped her hands over her ears until she couldn't hear it anymore.
Minutes later, a tan leg steps out catching her attention and her eyes trail up his physique as it came into view. Her face burned as she took in his sexy, ripped, sweaty, dirty and naked body but being of a dark complexion it didn't show on her cheeks.
"Um... I—um... Hi," she says stuttering as she looked into his honey brown eyes a zap of electricity flaring through her.
"Hello mate," he greeted with a grin, trailing his eyes over her body and she bit her lips trying not to do the same to him. He's naked for Go— no, no, no, she will not say the lord's name in vain.
"Myra..." she said, hands clutching her khaki, knee-length shorts. "My name is Myra."
"Myra," he said seductively and her insides coiled as he stared her down with those beautiful eyes. "It's extraordinary just like you."
She bit her lip, smiling at his compliment and he grinned.
"I'm Alexander and as you can tell I'm a werewolf. An alpha." he said proudly and she couldn't help but swoon, loving his confidence and assertiveness.
Not only was she mated to a supernatural as she had always wished. He was a freaking alpha! Talk about hitting the jackpot. Finally he had found someone to share her life with, to love and care for her and never abandon her.
