Alpha Landon novel Chapter 2

-Althea

I push through the long grass, ignoring the sting and itch is gave my legs. I could feel my thighs burn with the exertion. I could see his figure, not far off. He stumbled closer, but his ankle go caught in a long piece of grass, and tripped over face first.

Seeing him brings a smile to my face every time. It's not just the friendship we share, but the deeper feeling that has been growing for 5 years now. Of course, he sees me as just a friend, and I'm pretty positive he always will. But I continue to hang to every moment we get together, while neither of us are mated.

I burst out laughing, as I flopped down beside him. He sat up, rubbing his forehead. He looked up at me through thick rimmed glasses, giving me a lopsided smile. His smile seems to light up more than the massive globe that slowly lights up the sky. The grass sways around us in the slight breeze, brushing against my covered arms.

"Graceful," I comment, letting my chuckles die down. He straightened his thin, lanky legs in front of him. He's wearing shorts, which is odd for this time of the morning. His fashion sense has never been the best, but the quality is impeccable.

Landon always complains about how he isn't very strong, or attractive as the other evils he went to school with. He's a little too skinny, his eyes are sometimes too lifeless, and his hair never stays in one place for very long. Popular or not, I see Landon as an extremely generous, sweet guy who's ego isn't related to the size of his biceps.

This is where my best friend Landon and I always meet up; in the grass paddock that is situated right at the end of pack territory. Today though, he didn't seem to burst with whatever had happened in the palace he lives in. Usually the news is exciting and brings us more than a few laughs.

The thought of living in a palace, surrounded by many opportunities like Landon has seems like a dream. But it's his reality, and sometimes I wish his stories were something I could experience one day. Too bad I wasn't born into the power of an Alpha family like he was.

"So excited for tonight?" I ask curiously. Tonight is his nineteenth birthday party, and the day he will turn into my new Alpha. I've sighed and looked off across the paddock. I knew him well enough to know he is distracted. And Landon distracted is never normal.

For years he's been anticipating this day. I don't blame him ... Imagine being able to do what you want, rule a pack and become seemingly stronger. I realize this will taint our friendship, especially since his need to find a mate to help him rule he pack becomes more of a priority.

"Not particularly," he muttered, sweeping a hand through his soft brown hair so it flopped over his forehead. I've always loved his hair, especially the way is shines under the warm sun. Only I notice the way those few strands of golden hair entwine around the rest. I wouldn't call myself obsessed, just more of an observer.

"Why not? This is what you have been dreaming about since you started school," I say truthfully. He has always told me he was bullied at his school for being twig thin and useless. Everyone had told him he would never become Alpha because he's too weak.

That stuff hit him hard, and now I can tell he's becoming more anxious, and is over thinking. He's doesn't need to, though.

"I'm not Alpha material," he sighed, picking at the grass by his side. I tilted my head, then shook it. He can't be serious. I watch him form a pile in front of him. He knows his way around the pack, and has been capable of ruling one since he turned 13. Even his father believes, and his father scares everyone in this pack.

"You know you will phase? Think of everyone who won't," I state. I myself am forever stuck in my awkward body. And I know for sure that once he shifts, I'll be just a sad memory of his childhood. I can imagine the girls all over him, wanting a piece of their Alpha, while I sit on the side, unnoticeable.

"Yeah ..." I have drawled.

"And when you become Alpha, I can see you more right?" I ask, punching his shoulder. Landon's father is strict, and doesn't like that he'd had a girl for a friend. Just like my father dislikes Landon's company for me. Some days I wish less people would be so negative toward us.

It's not socially acceptable for males and females to be friend. Especially at our age, where finding a mate should be our main focus.

"Of course, it's just ... well father said I'll be super busy and all. And as soon as I'm phased, I'm supposed to find a mate," he muttered, sighing deeply. I felt a sting in my heart. It still hurts hearing him talk about mates. I know that he doesn't mean to intentionally, he's completely oblivious.

The thought of him with a mate just makes my heart sink.

"Well then you're just going to have to find a mate who doesn't mind us being friends," I state, flashing him a smile. I have nodded. We both know how unlikely that is, even if now we refuse to voice it.

"You're going to forget about me ... when you find your mate," Landon said gently, pulling his glasses off. I can barely imagine a life without my little Landon. I watch him rub the lens against his shirt. I can't believe that for a second he would think that I would ever ditch him, I mean he's more bound to ditch me for some beautiful girl.

"I never will, you're my best friend," I insisted. I have smiles and ruffles my hair. I love it when he does that ... I silently revel in it for a moment.

"Good. And you're mine," He have stated. I let out a deep breath. You're mine.

"So, you're going to be my Alpha," I say, giggling. His deep brown eyes lit up at my words. That's it, I knew he's excited for becoming Alpha, and there is no way he can hide it. I have slipped his glasses back on. It's a big deal, considering the Power pack is sometimes considered the leading pack. We've stopped wars, or, we've won them.

"Now you will have to obey me," I have teased. I pretended to groan in disappointment. That doesn't sound too bad actually.

We sat in silence for a bit, watching the sun rise. This is my favourite part of the day, and not just because I get to see Landon, but because everything is so open and free, and nobody is here to judge us. Deeper into the pack, things are less fresh and colourful. Army camps are a common sight within the Power pack.

"And your Dad, does he have a mate planned for you yet?" Landon asked randomly. I lay back, hiding my face behind my hands. Of courses does, that's all he seems to care about at the moment. A lovely, proper mate that is simple, normal.

"His name is as Jake. Total douche, goes through girls like he has them at an endless supply," I mutter. He's my Dad's friends are. Apparently Dad trusts him, so there goes my choice.

"Oh well. I guess I'm better go get ready for tonight," Landon said quickly, standing up. I've brushed himself off. I suddenly didn't want him to leave me here. I know he needs to get ready, but I cling to every moment with him, and a few more wouldn't hurt.

I'm not sure if he's upset by my words, but he never really leaves so abruptly.

I watched him go, ambling and picking his way through the thick grass. I sighed, running a hand through my thick hair, wishing time would stop, so Landon wouldn't change, and we wouldn't have to find mates.

"I am so excited," Missy squealed, closing her bedroom door behind me. I've always been envious of her room, so spacious a modern. She flops down on her bed, grabbing a glossy magazine from under her pillow, before flipping it open hastily.

I warily perch next to her. Biting a glossy lip, Missy holds the magazine to my face, pointing to a picture with some girl.

"I am going to do your hair like this," she decided. I clutch my thin black hair, wondering if it will even make it into that fancy undo.

"Uh, I'm not sure that's going to work ..."

"Oh come on Althea, let me try," she pleaded.

I groaned, as she ripped a comb through my hair, obliterating ever knot with each tug.

By the time she was done, my scalp was raw, my eyes watering ever so slightly. I watched her try do a couple of small braids, before trying a new approach.

"I'm meeting my soon to be mate tonight," I say casually, watching Missy's eyes widen. Her eyes always glistened with excitement as soon as I even mentioned mates. She knows my father's motives, and my endearing crush on Landon. She's still adamant that we will end up together, but I assure her it's unlikely.

"I knew you two would be together. Your children will be so perfect!" She gushed, her fingers still entangled in my hair. My eyes widen. Sex with Landon? Never really thought much about that. It made me squirm nervously.

"Not Landon. His name is Cyrus," I correct her dryly. Her face falls.

"Oh ... but you and Landon though. He's going to get so much hotter tonight," she stated. I rolled my eyes. She knows what I'm like, how I prefer I personality over looks.

The party was supposed to start after midnight, so Landon could shift in the privacy of his home with the support of his family. I've tried to convince me to come along, but his father thinks very little of me. And after midnight parties are practically normal for us Werewolves.

"Which means he's going to have every unmated She Wolf hanging off him tonight. He will forget my existence eventually, and in that time I will have to find a mate," I sigh, picking at the end of my fingernail. Getting over a crush I've had on Landon for years won't be easy on my heart, so I'm trying to mentally prepare myself.

"Lucky for you, your best friend is a matchmaking genius who will not let you leave that party till you admit your love to the oblivious boy," Missy decides, jamming a hair pin into my hair viciously. I wince in response, holding in the profuse amount of swear words I would love to let loose.

Time will tell, fate is fate. I'm not Purity pack member, but I've managed to convince myself that he will choose who he thinks suits him best.

I just hope it's me...