Lily, did not take to packs, she never agreed with them, nor ever wanted to be included in activities.
Now, Lily loved being a wolf, she loved running through the forest, the feeling of complete freedom. Most of all, she loved never having to answer to some alpha on a power trip.
It had to suck to know that you were under someone else’s control at all times. Lily scoffed at the young wolves in her family that couldn’t wait to find their mate.
Her family feared for her, since losing Aspen, Lily had seemed to lose all interest in love, so stuck her nose up at the idea of marriage even when her mother, Hazel, tried to help her through losing Aspen.
Hazel gazed at Lily at the kitchen table, she watched Lily nibble on a breakfast muffin. Hazel’s brown eyes smiled at her, remembering the first time she ever made these for Lily, and how happy she had been that day. Hazel, who stood at 5’6, sat down in the wooden chairs at the kitchen table, she tied her long blonde hair hair into a bun. It was August and it still was hot, she secretly counted down the days until it was Fall, and hoping that just maybe this Autumn, Lily would finally come out of her funk…
“Lily, are you ever going to be open to the idea of an alpha?”, Hazel asked worried. She did not think that Lily fully understood how loving an alpha can be, actually scratch that, she knew.
“Look, will it make you happy if I go make some friends with some of the college wolves?” Lily rolled her eyes, staring at her mom who was clad in a pink tank top and light blue denim jeans. Most of Lily’s friends envied her mother, for forty years old she could pass as 18. Her skin was a lightly toasted tan color, which was rightfully earned when she took her honeymoon with Lily’s father Scott.
She never understood how they could be so in love after 20 years, perhaps their sex life was boring. Lily shook her head and dumped her muffin, disgusted at the thought.
“Heard that kiddo”, Scott laughed, smiling at her and coming over to greet Lily’s mother with some playful repetitive ear kisses, this caused Lily’s mother to squeal, giggle, and rub her arms.
Hazel retaliated by ruffling long black and silver hair, that gave him a definite “wild” look, put together with his rather large, all muscle frame, standing at 6’5, most people would have pegged Scott to be a tough guy. That could not be farther from the truth, sure he wore cut up jeans and biker jackets, but on the interior, Scott loved life, he loved Lily, and even deeper than that he loved his wife, he loved her smile, and her laugh, her playful grin, traits that he could see in Lily. However Lily swore to hide them, Lily even at 21 believed that she didn’t have time to horse play, or even fall in love, if she did either of those things she would lose control and be open to love, and THAT was a scary idea.
Scott smiled at his daughter, taking in her long raven blue hair, which today surprisingly, was curled and coiled loosely around her face. Her dark blue eyes were once a happy sky blue color, but seeing what Aspen had did to her, completely traumatized him, and though he wanted his daughter to be open to an alpha and to love, he also respected her wishes. But little did she know he had a different trick up his sleeve.
” I happened to over hear your mother, so I decided that I would invite someone over myself, he’s pretty rad, loves to help, isn’t afraid to be himself, oh and best of all, he rescues horses”, Scott smiled at Lily.
Hazel looked over at Lily, worried ,afraid she’d decline but before she even could worry about that a young male stepped into her kitchen. Hazel took in her daughter’s muscular, yet lean yoga figure, her band tee shirt that she was wearing from last years warped tour, and her shorts that stopped midway at her thighs, showing off pale skin and defined muscle. Hazel was proud that even after Aspen, Lily did not let give up on her own life.
Lily took one look at him, completely uninterested, or so she thought,
She instantly judged him, side bangs, dark brown hair and bright blue eyes, he was wearing a short sleeve “Butcher Babies” shirt and dark wash jeans, muscles everywhere. He defnitely fit the role of an alpha.
“My name is Slade, it’s nice to meet you Lily,” Slade introduced himself smiling at her.
Slade’s brown wolf stirred inside him, loving her white arctic wolf that lay inside her. However, when his wolf had went to approach Lily’s she pinned her ears back wagged tail slowly, nuzzled his shoulder once and went back to Lily. Slade had thought perhaps, she was just over privileged and thought she was better than everyone. This simply was not the case. Being a empathic psychic himself, he could see the madness that lay below the surface of her dark eyes, but when he looked at her human form, he could also see the beautiful ocean blue color his father, mentioned when they met up for coffee after they finished their job at the local horse rescue. Slade still could see the loving, sweet, magical soul, that she kept hidden, if only she would let it shine.
“It’s nice to meet you too”, Lily smiled back, but quickly it faded, it was like she would not allow herself to feel anything, and that was frustrating shit.
Slade’s wolf continued to want to come through his human form and he howled with such pain on the inside, he wanted nothing more than to be able to show her that not all alphas are controlling and deceitful. Not all alphas believed in poly-amorus relationships, some alpha’s truly just wanted to be loved and be able to love back in return.
Slade was determined to make her smile again, to help her find her way. He didn’t care if she never spoke to him again, he had to try to save her, the question was, would she be willing to let him?
“Just love me someday“, Slade’s thoughts whispered to her wolf…
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