Classic Novel
Chapter 1
“Mom! Zane won’t give me back my book!” I yelled.
“Come and get it, bitch,” he grinned, showing me the book but putting it high in the air, taunting me. That bastard, he was six, two. Too tall for me to grab the book from his hands.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g
“You asked for it,” I grinned, running up to him and jumped. We collided with a dissatisfying sound of the hard impact of our bodies, my body on top of his. His mouth formed an ‘o,’ completely unprepared of what I did.
I grabbed for the book that was still in his hands but he was quick. He slid the book across the floor, pushed me off, and then pinned me back down on the hard wooden floor. Now he was on top of me. It wasn’t in any loving affection but more so to mock me and wave his superiority to my face.
“You’re still not strong or fast enough to beat me,” he laughed at my failed attempt. His dark black hair hung in the air as he looked down at me, still having that stupid grin on his face.
“We’ll see about that someday,” I spat at Zane but we both knew that he would always be far better than me in strength and agility. He was three years older and twice as stronger than me but that didn’t stop our constant fighting. It wasn’t technically fighting since we both did it to our enjoyment.
In reality, we were the best, the ultimate sibling anyone would loathe, which was good for our family reputation. My dad ruled as Alpha in our small town, making sure all the werewolves in our town stayed in control and didn’t cause any big trouble. The town itself was respectably big and spacious but I’ve always thought of it as small since we’ve lived here forever.
“Your hair is all messy now,” Zane laughed and messed around with it even more, causing me to yell and say not-so-nice things to him. “The other Alpha and his pack will be here soon. Don’t want to look all Tarzan on them,” he smirked.
“Then let me go, idiot,” I punched his stomach hard with my fist. He recoiled but gave me a cute toothy grin. Too bad it didn’t work on me since we’ve grown up. Now, he just looked like a creeper on steroids.
That’s another thing. Since we’re werewolves, we had nice bulky muscles that enhanced our ability to fight and defend. Well, not me since I still needed to grow and find my own mate to help me do all that Somewhere out there when my mate finds me, he would make me his mate by marking me first by biting my neck and then finish the whole process by taking my virginity. It was an odd process but we all had grown up, knowing that it would happen someday. Our mates were destined from the Heavens above and we would stick with them forever.
Unfortunately, Dad was a little more overprotective, making sure none of the guy werewolves got too physically close to me, which I was also thankful for to some extent since I didn’t want to be imprinted accidentally with a guy who wasn’t my mate.
“Here, let me help you little princess,” Zane said dramatically, bowing down mockingly and held out a hand.
I scoffed and got up by myself, ignoring his mocking hands and picked up my now wrinkled book that was in tow. Before I left the room, I turned around and smirked, “You’ve just been rejected.”