The alpha king and his human mate
Copyright May 2019
Melisa Bigler
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Dedicated to my biggest fan, my mother, Raola Lee. Thank you for reading all my books several times, and then some.
Other books by Melisa Bigler
The Profiler
The Princess Lottery
The Medicine Lark
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“I want to be the King in your story,
I want to know who you are,
I want your heart to beat for me.”
Dermot kennedy
“Me, a human, being a wolves mate, that is rich. I know why you are here. You are here to get girls for your harems. Well, I can tell you, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome, I will not be a part of that, so you can count me out.” Jillian said, starting to walk away. But he reached out and grabbed her hand, sending a thousand volts through her. She looked down at his hand and then at him. “Would you kindly let me go before I scream?”
Chapter 1
It was Jillian’s first day at a new high school, again. She hated being the new kid, everyone would gossip about her, trying to find her flaws, and then she would make a few friends and a few enemies. She just wished that her family would quit moving so much, it was really annoying trying to make new friends every place they went, then to get torn away from her friends once again when her dad found new work. It was getting old. She was just glad it was the last few months of her senior year and that she wouldn’t have to deal with moving to a new high school anymore.
She got dressed that morning, putting on jeans and a t-shirt, her typical style of dress, and hoped that she might find some new friends this late in the school year. It was the beginning of March, and her dad had decided just the week before that they had to move again, but why? She was getting ready to graduate. It had been extremely frustrating, but her parents had insisted that they move, her dad had actually looked worried, as they packed their stuff, as if something bad was going to happen if they didn’t move. So Jillian after some protesting, finally gave in, and so here they were in some little town, although Jillian had to admit, it was a pretty town. Especially the huge mansion that sat on the hill overlooking the town. She wondered who lived there, they were obviously rich, and why live here of all the places? In the middle of nowhere, really, it was. The closest city was an hour away. She wondered if she would ever meet whoever lived in the mansion, but for now, she didn’t care. All she cared about was graduating, catching up on work she knew she had missed, and hoping that she would survive school until the middle of June.
Her parents were already gone to work, off on a new dig, no surprise. Her father was a paleontologist, which often got confused with archeologists. One dug up fossils, like dinosaur bones, the other one dug up ancient human civilizations. Her dad was the first one, he dug up bones and fossils from millions of years ago.
Jillian was used to having her parents head to work before she got up and she usually didn’t seem them until dark, so she made herself some breakfast and then headed to school. She walked since the school was nearby. She smiled as she walked, nodding at the neighbors who were out watering their lawns, or sending their kids off on the school bus. Jillian hoped that it would be a good place to live, and she really hoped that she would find a boyfriend. She had made friends with boys at her other schools, but they hadn’t wanted to get serious with her, mostly because she wouldn’t sleep with them. She was not that type of girl. The only problem was, she only had a little over two months of school left, would she be able to make any friends at all, let alone a boyfriend?
A few minutes later she walked up to the high school. It looked like a typical high school. It was on a dead end street and looked like it took up quite a bit of property. She could see a football stadium on one side of the school, and tennis courts on the other side.
She headed up the stairs of the school hoping to be ignored by the students who were ahead of her, but of course, they all looked at her, the new girl. A few girls snickered as she walked by, but she was used to it. She noticed then as she headed inside that most of the girls were dressed rather slutty and she thought, ‘great, I am going to school with a bunch of Ho’s.’
She walked into the office, then stopped at the secretary’s desk. The lady behind the desk was busy painting her nails, she must have had quite an exciting job. She was also dressed like a Ho in a very low cut and revealing top, along with a tight mini skirt. The sad thing about it was that she had to have been older than Jillian’s parents. Her gray hair was peeking through what looked like a bad dye job. Jillian wasn’t sure if her hair was supposed to be blonde, black, or skunk, maybe? Jillian was kind of disgusted at the woman’s outfit, besides the awful hair. Who dressed like that when you were her age, really?
The woman finally looked up and smiled a fake smile. “Can I help you?”
“I’m the new student, Jillian Everett, I need my class schedule.”
“Oh, of course,” the woman said, gingerly picking up a piece of paper next to her so she wouldn’t ruin her freshly painted nails. She handed it to Jillian. “Your first class is down the hall, on the left, in the middle. Your locker assignment and combination is on there also.”
“Um, thanks,” Jillian said, and walked out, looking at her schedule. At least she had classes that she liked, no math because she didn’t need it, but English, Science, P.E., and the other two classes were electives. She had French and Dutch oven cooking. Those were the classes she looked forward to taking, she just hoped she wouldn’t be too far behind, especially in French, since it was only her first year of taking that class, so she wasn’t that great at it. As she walked down the hall, she tried to ignore the looks being given her by the other students. She heard the whispers, “New girl, feel sorry for her.”
Why would they feel sorry for her? Was it because she was a new student starting in the middle of the year? She didn’t worry about it though as she walked into her classroom, and headed to the teacher. He was a nice looking man, with blonde hair and light blue eyes. He watched her as she walked in.
“Ahh, a new student, welcome Miss?”
“Jillian Everett,” Jillian supplied.
“Yes, Jillian, I’m Mr. Flynn. Unfortunately, you’ll need to sit up here in the corner because I have assigned seats, and that is the only one available.”
Jillian shrugged and headed to the seat as the other students filed in. “New girl,” she heard among the whispers, “she’s sitting in Kathy’s seat, poor Kathy,” came the snickers.
Jillian tried to ignore them but wondered what they were talking about.
“Class we have a new student, Jillian Everett,” Mr. Flynn said.
Jillian waved her hand half-heartedly, some of the kids snickered. She wasn’t about to stand up and see them snickering at her.
“Make her feel welcome,” the teacher said, “but not too welcome, and you know what I mean,” he growled. Did he just growl? Jillian looked up to see the teacher’s eyes go black for a second. Okay, that was weird. She had to be imagining things.
The students nodded at him, as he walked around. “I have a new reading assignment for you.”
Everyone groaned in feigned agony.
“Twilight,” he chuckled.
The students burst into laughter.
“I know, it is a teenage werewolf, vampire thing, but I want you to read it and dissect it for me. Why was there a love triangle? I want some in-depth essays written about this book.”
He then handed out paperback copies of the book. The students were still snickering.
“This is so fake,” one of the boys laughed, “I mean, really, a human, falling in love with a vampire and a werewolf? Who dreams up such things? Everyone knows werewolves are superior.”
The other students laughed along with him. Was Jillian missing out on something? Or did that kid just prefer werewolves? Not that she blamed him. Jacob was a lot better looking than Edward, at least in the movies he was.
The teacher handed her the book. “Don’t mind them, they are just goofy teens.”
“Oh yeah, the new girl is in for a rude awakening,” one of the guys hollered.
“Les, shut up,” the teacher growled again. The boy nodded. “Sorry sir, just saying.”
“Rude awakening? Oh, but enlighten me,” Jillian said, turning in her seat to glare at the boy behind her that had spoken.
He grinned at her, making some of the students snicker again.
“Les, like I said, knock it off. You are all going to treat Jillian with respect, right?” Mr. Flynn said, glaring at all of the students.
The class nodded, even though some were still smirking at her.
Okay, what kind of school had she gotten herself into? They all acted like they held some kind of secret, and the girls were dressed like they were going out for a night on the corner. This school was bizarre, she decided.
The students started to read, as Jillian looked around. She noticed that all of the boys were very handsome and very well built. Like all of them could play linebackers on a football team, and the girls, extremely beautiful. Jillian felt totally out of place in her t-shirt and jeans and her plain looks. One of the boys caught her perusing the students and he winked at her. She just shook her head at him and opened her book to read. She had read Twilight several times before and knew the book almost word for word, but writing an in-depth essay on it would be interesting.
It didn’t seem too long after that the bell rang, dismissing the students. Jillian waited until the others had left before she headed to the door. “Jillian, good luck out there,” Mr. Flynn said. She shrugged and walked out, ignoring the looks from the students. They were probably staring at her because she wasn’t dressed like a skank.
In her next class, another introduction, more snickering. She should be used to it though, after all, she had been in new schools almost every year since she could remember. She just always kept her head down and tried to blend in, but how could you blend in, when all the girls were dressed slutty, and you were the only one who wasn’t? She didn’t even own clothes like that and didn’t want to own clothes like that, ever.
P.E. rolled around, and the girls finally changed into t-shirts, and shorts, but the shorts were really short, most of them showing off butt cheeks. Jillian couldn't believe that they would dress like that for gym class too, unbelievable. The boys, of course, ogled the girls, but the girls ignored the boys, and Jillian wondered why? The boys were incredibly handsome. Jillian hoped that one would flirt with her, but even the boys ignored her. It was the most bizarre thing she had ever seen. They were staying in their little groups, laughing and every once in a while they would look at Jillian and laugh. She sighed and wondered if she could talk her mom into letting her be homeschooled for the last few months. She wasn’t sure she could handle being laughed at for two months straight.
The P.E. teacher let Jillian sit out for the first day, since she didn’t have gym clothes, but was told to buy some in town. Would she even be able to find something modest in town? If all they sold were prostitute clothes, she might have to talk her parents into letting her borrow the car and go into the city.
Jillian was glad when it was finally lunch. She had packed one because she wasn’t sure if hot lunch was served or not. The students filed in and got their lunches in the line, and Jillian noticed there seemed to be a different kind of buzz going on in the lunchroom. The girls were primping themselves and making sure their cleavage showed, besides hiking up their skirts just a bit higher. A lot of girls had mirrors out, checking their makeup, and Jillian wondered what was going on.
She heard a huff beside her then and looked to see a girl sit down by her. She looked normal, as in, she didn’t have the skank look. She had blonde hair and light blue eyes, and a pleasant looking face. “Hey, I’m Kimberly, and you must be the new girl, Jillian.”
“How did you guess?” Jillian said dryly.
“Well, considering that you are the only one, besides me, not to dress like a prostitute, it’s kind of hard not to notice.”
Jillian grinned. Kimberly was dressed in jeans and a hoodie. She liked her instantly because she wasn’t dressed like a Ho.
“So, why aren’t you dressed like them?” Jillian asked her.
“Because I don’t have to worry about being chosen.”
“Chosen?” Jillian asked, confused.
“Oh, sorry new girl, you don’t know, do you,” she said. “You are all normal and stuff. Come on, let’s go outside, I can enlighten you as to why the girls dress that way.”
“O-kay,” Jillian said, grabbing her lunch and following Kimberly out the door. Everyone ignored them as they left. The girls were too busy looking at themselves.
“It would sure be nice if I wasn’t talked about and laughed at,” Jillian sighed as they sat at a table outside under some trees.
“Yeah, I hear you,” Kimberly nodded as if that had happened to her before. “But don’t worry, once you’ve been here a few weeks, hopefully, they will stop acting like that.”
“So, spill it, why are the girls dressed like prostitutes, but not you?” Jillian asked her.
“Do you really want to know? It is going to be a shock. But I can tell you, you know, rip off the Band-Aid all at once,” Kimberly grinned.
“Sure, throw it at me.” I mean what could she possibly say? Nothing really ever surprised Jillian.
“Those girls want to be chosen by the Alpha King.”
“The whosit?” Jillian asked, confused.
“The Alpha King, you know, werewolf?”
Okay, so maybe something could shock her. Jillian busted out laughing. “Ha, that is very funny. All of you must have been reading way too many teen novels.”
She looked at Kimberly, but she was not smiling.
“You are kidding, right?” Jillian asked her.
“I am not,” Kimberly said, watching Jillian to see if she would freak out.
“Okay, should I start freaking out right now?” Jillian joked, but her was voice shaky.
“You can, no one will notice,” Kimberly shrugged, “since all the other girls are inside waiting for the Alpha King.”
“So, the girls dress slutty to be his prostitutes?”
Kimberly chuckled. “Some of them, but mostly they want to be his mate. When they hit 18, he knows. Don’t ask me how he knows, but then he is the King, and so he comes to the school to look for his mate.”
“Are all of those girls 18?” Jillian asked her.
“No, only a very few, but if he doesn’t find his mate, and the girl doesn’t find her mate here at the school when she turns 18, he sends them away to find their mate in another pack or to be a part of someone’s harem.”
“Yuck, that is sick, if they are put into a harem.”
“I know, tell me about it,” Kimberly shuddered. “Good thing I don’t have to worry about being a Ho.”
“Sounds like a very crappy thing to do to those girls,” Jillian agreed.
“It is, but most of the girls that are sent away have found their mates. Not here, but elsewhere.”
“Do the girls want to be in a harem if they aren’t mated?” Jillian asked, shaking her head in disbelief.
“Oh, yeah, they are treated like royalty. They are given whatever they want, as long as they satisfy whoever they are given to.”
“Does the king have a harem?” Jillian asked her.
“I don’t think so, but I have heard rumors that the girls who aren’t placed in harems hang around the palace until they are.”
“So, technically he
has a harem.”
“Yes, I guess, technically he does.”
Jillian shuddered. “So, he comes here once a week?”
“Yes, more so now, since more girls are turning 18.”
“Remind me to hide when he does.”
Kimberly chuckled. “You are safe.”
“Why is that?”
“You are human, and he needs a werewolf.”
“So you are saying, every girl in the school is a werewolf?” Jillian shouted in shock, jumping up.
“Woah, settle it down friend,” Kimberly said, putting an arm on Jillian. “Yes, everyone but you, guys included. Now take a deep breath, it’s okay.”
Jillian was totally pale as she collapsed back onto the bench. “I am so screwed. Why of all the places would my parents put me in a school full of wolves?”
“They probably didn’t know.”
“Isn’t there another high school I could go to?” Jillian whispered.
“In the city, but it’s over an hour away. Besides, as I told you, you are safe. You will be ignored because you aren’t a wolf, and that’s a good thing, trust me.”
“I hope so,” Jillian said, her hands shaking as she picked up her sandwich again, but then she set it back down. She didn’t feel so hungry anymore.
“Do the girls dress like that every day?” Jillian then asked.
“No, only on Monday’s, when the King tries to find a girl.”
“Oh, thank goodness. So I will only stand out once a week,” she said weakly.
Kimberly laughed. “Yes.”
“So, let me get this straight, you are a werewolf too?”
“Yes, I am.”
“But you act so normal,” Jillian admitted.
Kimberly laughed. “Yes, as normal as I can be.”
Her eyes lit up then as one of the boys headed to her. He stopped and kissed her. “Hey love, making friends with the new girl I see?” he chuckled.
“Yep. Ruben meet Jillian, Jillian meet Ruben.”
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