Bride Of The Vengeful Alpha

average she-wolf height was about 5'9" to 6 foot, leggy, and built. They made fun of my curly copper-red hair with streaks of white. Someone said I looked like Frankenstein's wife. Kids were

ne of them. I tried my best to avoid confrontation and only spoke if spoken to, which was barely if ever. It hurt my mom so much to see me retreat into myself. I got more quiet as the school year ran th

r, play the piano quite well, and when we could afford it, he bought one and taught me to play. He and Mommy would sit by the fire with steaming cups of cocoa in hand and regale each other of their days in soft tones, touches, and quiet laughter. When it was me and mom, we had a much simpler home. She'd go to work as an accountant at the local bank. She'd pick me up from school, and we'd go to our usual restaurant, Delia's, for a quick lunch while she answered emails, and then we were off home to cook dinner and talk by the fire; I'd play her a few notes or a new song I'd learned, and we'd head to bed once the clock struck nine. To be up again by 5:30 AM to rinse and repeat. It was by that fire she'd encourage me to stand up to the bullies, to take charg

, striking blue eyes, and straight brown hair. She was slightly taller than me, so I guessed around 5'5". Her head cocked to the side as she regarded with a curious look. "Can I help you?" I whispered. She didn't utter a word, just reached for the lunch pack she was holding that I just noticed and pulled out two huge beef sandwiches wrapped in clear film. She stretches her hand and offers me one. "Oh no, I couldn't," I say, scooting back a little. She proceeds to dump the sandwich on my lap and then climbs down the steps to where I'm seated. She plops down, opens hers, and begins to eat. I tentatively reach for mine and unwrap it; the yummy smell of well-seasoned meat and toasted bread hits me, and my mouth waters. I take a bite, and it's heavenly. I look at her and smile, "Thanks.