The Alpha and His Perfect Beauty

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not as soft and shiny as hers. In my young mind, I believed no guy would want me because at the time I didn't possess such traits. It is a stupid thing to believe-that I am too ugly

are supposed to be beautiful, right? Flawless skin, vibrant hair, lush lips, soothing voice, perfect body-traits

ars, » my mother would tell me, pushin

breasts will come, you're jus

t aren't t

ce will c

ovely, people want brown

d me. Will I really grow into my ears? No. They'll always

girl's mothers than mine. She could have been an Alpha's Mate, that's how perfect she was. Only t

eel free. As the other girls prepared for gatherings-ones where packs would get

want to go. I couldn't imagine sitting in a room full of perfect people, all of them f

om! » I'd shout, frustra

us, Rae. You can't just give up like that. You don't even know what it's l

have a Mate; it doesn't matter if

air. She looked at me like I was breaking her heart. « Stop that. N

to one of those stunning, graceful girls. But I knew better. No matter how much I wanted to fit in, no ma

g to my body in the most unflattering way. I spent the entire night sitting in the corner, watching four girls my age find their Mates. One of them

heir faces glowing with happiness, while I sat there, invisible. My fingers fidgeted with the hem of my dress, and I found myself lost in thought

never find a Mate, but part of me was still jealous. It wasn't just about the Mates-they all seemed to fit together perfectly, like puzzle pi

e hopeless than before. My mother tried to comfort me, but I could tell she was disappointed, like she expected

lingered for weeks,

elf from that pain. My mother doesn't seem to mind after that one time. Maybe she has begun to believe my theory too. The thought of being alone does

der of everything I didn't have. And maybe, just maybe, it wasn't just about finding a Mate-it was about

ble with the silence, with the emptiness. There's a certain freedom in it, I suppose. I don't have to worry about l

re's someone out there who would see me, just as I am. Someone who wouldn't care about my i

l like the other girls. I'm not the perfect match for anyone.