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Double Claimed: Marked by Two

She is not your regular highschool girl, Neither is she your regular teenager, She is the first female head Alpha who was born to fulfill the prophecy. Ava had just turned eighteen and was eager to receive her birthday present only for her mother to tell her that she is a half wolf. And she has been mated to the Alpha of the Dark Moon wolves. But things take a hard turn when two marks of two head Alphas appears on her body. A mark that was meant to stay forever She has been fated to two Alphas. Now stuck in between the line, Ava is left with choosing between the leader of her pack or her celebrity crush who is the leader of another pack and her childhood best friend. She has been marked by two, yet claimed by three. As the full moon draws near, Ava's decision would change the course of her life and the two packs.
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Chapter 4

AVA

“Happy Birthday!”

The voices hit me immediately I walked into the house with Caleb, for a moment I just stood with my eyes wide open as I stared at all the glittering balloons and the pair of eyes boring into my skin.

“Woah!” I mouthed. “Hey guys.”

“Happy birthday sweetheart.” Mom said as a drop of tears fell from her eyes.

“Thank you so much mom.”

The party began, I greeted most of my cousins specifically from my mother's side, of course, no one from dad's family was here. I've never had any relationship from people from my father's side. Mom wasn't the type to always tell me stuffs about dad. So I didn't bother her.

I gave out my best smiles as I talked and answered everyone's greetings. It was really nice bonding with my family.

“Ava!” Aunt Maya called off out walking towards me with open arms.

“Aunt maya.” I responded with a smile as she engulfed me in a tight hug. Aunt Maya was mom's immediate elder sister, she was this type of family member you could always rely on when there's a problem. But she's a huge talker, once Aunt Maya sees you, you are in for huge hours of talks and advices.

“You’ve grown so much. I could remember how little you were the last time I came over.” she grinned and I could only let out a forced laugh.

I prayed for her session of disturbance to end and just like a miracle, I heard mom's voice call for me. “Excuse me, Aunt Maya, I think I heard mom calling.” I seized the excuse and moved out of her embrace.

“Mom did you call me?”

“No dear, is there a problem?” she answered as she laughed at one of the dry jokes and uncle of mine was telling her.

Weird, I thought I heard her call.

“Ava.” I heard the tiny voice again, I looked around but everyone seemed to be busy. I shrugged it off, maybe I was beginning to go crazy just like Caleb said earlier.

Finally, the party was over. I stood by the door as I thanked everyone as they left. Tradition.

“See you at school tomorrow, I've got soccer practice so I have to be early. I might not pick you up.” Caleb said.

“Way to go caleb.” I scoffed.

“I promise I'll make it be to you.”

“You better.” he said grinning.

Finally, people were gone and it was time to clean the whole house, it looked messy.

“Ava?” mom silently called. “We've got to talk.” This time with a stern voice.

I sat down as I faced her, giving her my full attention as she began, her hands strongly clasped together and when she looked up, her eyes had a glint of tears in them.

“You know,” she began softly, “when I look back at time, I smile and congratulate myself. It hadn't been easy raising a kid alone but here she is eighteen years old.”

“i've never told you a lot of things about your father,” she said, her voice trembling. “but I think it is best you know them now cause I can feel that time is almost up.”

“Mom.” I drawled, “I'm kinda confused here, what are you talking about, what time is almost up?” I asked with a furrowed brow.

Mom was beginning to give me the chills, she was acting like the letter I had received earlier.

She sniffed as she continued, “When I met your dad, my thoughts about a lot of things changed, and that is, about the supernatural. I got to find out that there are special breed of beings that have certain powers and your father Ava, was a part of it.” She took a huge breath as she continued, “Your father was a werewolf.”

I didn't know what was funny but I suddenly bursted out laughing.

“Mom, really? Dad, a werewolf. Mom, those things don’t exist, I think you've been watching so much movie and it has gotten the best of you.” I chuckled but mom remained still, she only stared at me.

My laugh died down, she can't be serious right?

“Ava, you are a half wolf and you have been fated to the Alpha of the Dark moon park. I didn't believe your father and his people, not until I saw them turn before my very eyes. But everything always had a consequence. Your father had slept with a human and that caused him his life.” Mom broke down in tears. I found all this so hard to believe, who would wake up and believe when you're being told that you're a werewolf.

I tried speaking but no words came out of my mouth. It was like as though a huge lump got stuck in my throat.

“I took you away from them and went into hiding for eighteen years. I thought they wouldn't find us but guess I was wrong.” she chuckled silently, “I was visited by a member of the pack about a week ago, I was warned to tell you the truth about yourself or I'll suffer the same fate as my husband. Their Alpha needs you. I am so sorry for hiding this from you, I thought I had saved us. I'm truly sorry.” Hot tears trailed down her cheeks as her voice cracked.

I finally found my voice but I just couldn't say anything. I imagined how hard it would have been for mom to take care of me all this while, I moved closer to mom and engulfed her into a hug. This was my best way of telling her that I love her. The hug held so much emotions.

After a few moments of quietness, we disengaged, I stared at mom, I had so much to ask.

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I fell on my bed as I recall everything I and mom had just finished discussing. This was like as if it was a movie, it sounded something similar to the movie Underworld. I was a half wolf and I was the mate to the Alpha of my park. It sounded all funny but it's just the real truth.

And just like the speed of lightening, I rushed towards the letter, it explains everything. This could have been sent by my Alpha, I chuckled silently as I called out “My Alpha.”

He had sent me the message but why write it in a weird manner.

I picked up my phone and dialed Caleb's number but immediately stopped, I had to ask mom before I could tell Caleb.

I growled and fell back on my bed with the letter on my hand, I silently drifted off to sleep, the words still whispering in my ears.

“You are a half wolf and you have been fated to the Alpha.”

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