Alphas chioce

POV of Quinn

The sounds of nature leaking into my chamber roused me up. Even though it was early, I liked waking up to the sun. I felt peaceful as the gentle sunlight caressed my skin and the cool breeze entered through the window that was always open. This was my preferred method of beginning the day.

I stretched out in bed and fumbled for my phone. I opened my eyes to discover that it was Thursday. I had just one day left before I was transported to the yearly mating ball. My eighteenth birthday falls on the first day of the ball, so this will be my first time attending. Only wolves that are not mated and are between the ages of eighteen and twenty-nine may attend. When a wolf reaches the age of 30, it’s typically considered that either their mate has moved on or is dead. However, most unmated wolves don’t survive that long. Most attendees at the mating ball are in their twenties or thirties. After age 23, the need to mate becomes so strong that most wolves choose a mate who is both convenient and acceptable. Although a chosen mating is not nearly as powerful as a true mating, it serves its purpose.

Concerning maybe meeting my mate tomorrow, I had no anxiety. I was aware that it wasn’t a guarantee. Sincerely, I’m not all that interested in dating. I tend to be a happy-go-lucky person who goes with the flow. Don’t get me wrong; I could absolutely dominate anyone. Simply put, I prefer to live with the belief that everything is going according to plan. I am confident in my ability to deal with everything that comes my way. It just isn’t meant to be if I don’t run into my friend this weekend. I’ll carry on doing what I’m doing and pushing myself to become the greatest female pack fighter. I won’t lie; I’ve experienced my fair share of heartbreak, but I keep reminding myself that happiness always comes after suffering.

I got out of bed after reading my texts and made the decision to get ready for the day. I always try to begin by going for a run around the outside to make sure everything is in place. My father, who leads the pack’s warriors, instilled in me a sense of pride in our country and its residents from an early age. He is both the toughest and smartest man I know. He has taught me so much over the years, and as a result, I am a better wolf. He could have broken down after Mom was abducted twelve years ago, but instead he grew stronger, and I admire him for his strength.

My typical gym attire was on my dresser, so I went there. I slipped on my sports bra and leggings and started to descend the stairs. This early in the morning, the pack house was still vacant, and it was comforting to breathe in the clean air of my deserted surroundings. The only scents in the space were those of the wolves from the previous evening. Like usual, I was the first person to ascend inside the pack house.

As I opened the big oak doors into the cold, sunny morning, a sense of total tranquilly overcame me. The distance between the pack house and the tree line is not great, and I could already smell the morning bustle in the forest. While not the largest, our pack is also not the smallest. We’re situated in the center of a huge forest on a sizable piece of land. We enjoy the seclusion of the location since it keeps us hidden from inquisitive human eyes while still being near enough packs to act as allies. We are a peaceful pack, yet when it comes to fighting, we have a reputation for brutality.

Before setting off for the pack border, I warmed up my body with a few stretches and exercises. I cherished the sense of liberation I experienced as I ran through the soggy woodland. As I pushed myself to the edge, I could feel the ground shifting beneath my feet. As I got closer to the edge of our pack, I leapt over shrubs and avoided trees.