The Unwanted Alpha's Daughter

DISCLAIMER: Attention!

This story would include some strong language- not suitable for under 18 readers and certainly not for the thick-skinned. The story would also include some explicit scenes so be advised: Read at your own peril(winks)

Note: Names, places, events, and characters you will see in this novel were all born out of the writer's imagination only. Any resemblance of an actual person or community you will see in any form or kind in this book is purely coincidental and not intentional. This is purely a work of fiction and I hope you'd enjoy it.

My name is Thelma Richards, the only child of Alpha Lucas Richards or so I was told. My father was exceptionally rich and he ran one of the biggest packs in town; the Octavian moon pack. When your father is rich, an Alpha, and has one of the biggest packhouses, what else would you need? Or more correctly, what else did I need? I should be the happiest girl ever, right? If I would be honest, I wasn't the happiest girl ever. Even when I had come from a rich home. My father had also tried to force a mate on me. I didn't want to be mated with Drake, the Alpha of the Blood moon pack but my father wouldn't allow it. In fact, we had what seemed like an argument on this topic the previous night. He had always insisted that I would be mated to him whether I like it or not.

"Oh shit!" I swerved my car to the right and back to the left. I avoided what would have been a ghastly accident inside the school compound. I wined down and stuck my head out of the window, frustration and pure anger running through my veins. I looked back at the hot guy on Trek Madone that I would have killed. His freckles and tanned pale skin looked sexy. He had bulging triceps, those kinds you find in middleweight wrestlers. His white T-shirt was buttoned halfway to his chest, revealing sweet black, oiled hair.

Wow.

I swallowed the urge to tell him, "fuck you." Rather, I just blinked at him, stuck out my tongue, and licked my lips. His mouth draped, round chin curved, surprised at my action. I ignored him and drove to the parking field. I got out of my fucking dark red Porshe. The weather was just bright enough and I could notice it from my glass window as my makeup glowed beautifully. Eyes were on me, I mean lots of eyes and I love it, especially when it came from the boys.

It was my second time being here. I wouldn't say the school was new, but I was. I changed because my performance in my former school was nothing to write home about. My father had to change me. I looked at my wristwatch, it was 9 am and I had class around 9:20. I decided to walk inside the classroom without saying "HI" to anyone. At the entrance of my class stood two double white doors, the type you would see in ultra-modern hospitals- neat and unstained. I looked around, chairs and tables dotted the ground in careful perfection from the front to the back of the class- each on their own. The windows were hung low on the walls, very simple for even a toddler to jump inside and out of the class. The white ceiling had white fluorescent bulbs, aesthetically designed and they all looked recent. There were two ceiling fans right above and both were in good working condition. Everything about my class if not the school in general, was recent. I stepped inside and everyone began to look at me. I guess the look might be because of the short brown mini skirt I wore or perhaps because I was the newest. It was a good thing in the school, students weren't forced to wear uniforms, unlike in my former school. As I said, I love it when I am being watched. I swayed my butt gracefully and added a little catwalk to my steps until I found an empty wooden chair where I made myself comfortable. I hate keeping friends, especially female friends; those ones could be loud-mouthed, sometimes. I prefer keeping fuckmates who could put my pussy to rest especially when it starts itching for a cock and then at the end of the day, everyone goes their separate ways- no strings attached.