The dangerous alpha

Karen's pov

I rode down the eerie pathway that lead to my parents old house, according to my GPS it was situated in the farthest corner of the street. I had a solemn song on by one of my favorite singer–taylor swift, as I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel.

After I got admitted into college the first thing, my parents suggested was that I stay in their old house in Houston as a reward for my achievement. I was literally happy about it, my dad signed a document transferring the right of ownership of the house to me.

I hummed to the music as I pulled into the parking lot that was at the corner of the duplex and climbed down the car, a cool wind blew past my face brushing it tender texture around my face. A sweet smile spread across my lips as I stared at the building before me, despite the fact that it was an old house the beige and  white color that were use to paint the house was fascinating even thought it was already in faded display.

I walked toward the trunk of the car and pulled out my bags, dragging them toward the front door as I looked down to my pocket to fish out my keys, as I brought out the keys, I spotted a young man in his late forties sitting in his front yard with a news paper in his hands.

He looked towards my direction and waved to me, I nodded flashing a bright smile his way as I inserted the key. The door creaked open as a dusty smell welcomed me. I sighed as I stared at my apartment with the thought of so much cleaning I had to do, I made my way up the stairs.

After so much cleaning and washing I threw myself on the couch with a plate of pancakes and soft drink, I ordered from a nearby eatery. I sipped the orange juice as I swiped through my course lists and time schedule for the course list.

I dropped my phone next to me so I get a mouthful of the pancake, but as I brought it close to my mouth, my phone started blaring with an incoming call from my mom. I dropped the pancake and quickly grabbed the phone.

"Hello, mom," I said.

"Karen, how are you doing?" My mom asked in worried tone. "Haven't you gotten to the house?"

"Yes, mom."

"Okay, how'd see the environment, are the neighbors friendly?"

"I can't really say anything for now, mom. I just got here, I love this environment. It's peaceful and quiet."

"Okay, I'm sure you're going to like it. I and your father spent two months there last summer and we had a lot of fun, just try and avoid late night walks and early morning. Ensure you eat much and drink less."

I rolled my eyes as my mom continued her lecture about my daily schedule of, do-and-don't. She ended it with a sweet kisses sound which I assumed she was probably smearing her phone screen with her red lipstick.

As soon as the call ended, I stuffed as much pancakes in my mouth and lay my head on the couch while I chew on it, Slowly.