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THE ALPHA'S UNEXPECTED MATE

Lucia,An orphan abandoned by her parents and trained by werefolves. The age eighteen was very important to her but she was rejected by her mate. Dilemma unfolds as Lucia and her second chance alpha meets in a mixed school, but will he accept her? Or someone else . Will his pack accept a human Luna? Stayed turned my esteemed readers. And drop your opinions in the comments section,💬
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Chapter 4

Edward was surprised at what she saw , he quickly dropped it back. " Lucia, wake up I think you're home" he said as the bus stopped him right in front of his house.

" Oh, thanks" Lucia said as she puted the book inside her bags.

When she got home she immediately ran to the kitchen." Oh, goodness!" She exclaimed. There was no food at home which means she had to make another. She hated cooking . She quickly got some hot dogs and microwaved it . Atleast, that will keep her hold still she finishes her assignment.

She haven't heard from Draven since Four months now, she wondered about Eva and that silly Aria . "RING!!" the telephone rang but Lucia was up stairs. Some minutes later, she came down to turn up the air conditioner. It was an unknown number.

" Hello Lucia speaking" she said.

" Hello, it's Eva" a voice replied as Lucia's face brightened up.

" How you doing?" She asked as she played with the buttons.

" So how's life over there?" Eva asked her voice trailed off.

" Same as usual, all good " Lucia answered as she heard someone's voice from Eva's place.

" Who's that?" Lucia said as she heard Eva's voice.

" Who's that?" The person asked as Eva cutted the call. Strange! Lucia thought but she couldn't go there it's too far. Lucia kept pounding on what she heard on the phone with Eva, she couldn't try and call back they person might pick. Life was indeed cruel for Eva😓

The dark night was glommy as usual, Lucia could see birds flapping back home, the moon was already setting down each of all this brought peace to hear. She loved looking outside , she thought as the evening breeze blow her hair away from her eyes.

" Moon goodness, please show me my mate not the one that will reject me " she thought out loud as she awaited going to school tomorrow but not to show up late 😂

The regular morning but this time Lucia was up immediately it clocked sharp 5am, her uncle was still asleep. She made his favorite meal so that next time he will give her some money 😁. As she waited, she arranged her nook she came across her penpal letters but she just smiled and tossed them aside.

" Hmm, I'm actually in North Carolina now . Wonder if I could see my penpal one day, how will he even recognize me" she thought to herself.

" Maybe, you can carry a sigh board for that " a voice said as she turned it was her uncle. Up so soon, normally he gets up after 11. Lucia giggled.

" So how's the school going?" He asked as he sat down on my table.

" It's going very well, made new friends " she replied as she closed the door.

" Hmm, ..... have you found your mate yet?" He asked as he looked at her to see her expression. Lucia's face turned pale.

" Not yet" she replied as she picked up a book on the floor and putted it on the shelf.

" Is it because you got rejected?" He asked.

" Maybe that's why the moon goodness hasn't given me a new one " she replied as she sat down on her laundry basket

" No, She has already given you but the pass still controls your present" he added as he now stared at her with his Ocean eyes.

" But being rejected is a shame to the pack really right?" She asked .

" Yes, but it's not really something to hide about. I to got rejected twice " uncle Xander said as Lucia face didn't hide her expression.

" Yes, but I'm the one that decided not to go for love again" he added .

" But, you're a pretty werefolf she who would make any Alpha or werefolf happy " he said as he hugged her, she felt happy and had more courage to keep going.

It rained, the school premises were wet . Lucia walked to class as he bumped into Edward.

" Ouh, my head" Lucia lamented . Edward was heading somewhere he didn't know.

" Oh Lucia, I'm sorry" he said as he looked at himself as both of them noticed the fur that showed on hi arm. She pushed his inside the girls toilet so that no one would see him transforming.

The toilet was empty. Edward's clothes ripped apart as fur covered all his body. He looked at Lucia." Are you a werefolf? she asked wjile Edward looked at her puzzled. He didn't know se knew about him, that only means one thing.

" I saw your penpal letters, I'm Edward from third grade" he added as Lucia face brightened up as she hugged him

" OMG!, it's really you" she said excited as the toilet went pitch black. All the electricity was off. Edward looked at Lucia her hands were slowly looking like paws and behold they were hugging each other in their werefolf form. That only defines one thing, Lucia was his mate.

She was so happy and excited but she hide it just in case he rejects her. Edward hugged her.

" So , she's my mate" he thought to himself .

" I ... Edward.kings accepts Lucia as my beloved mate!" He announced as Lucia jumped with joy, finally the moon goddess answered her prayers and indeed her ways are UNEXPECTED.......

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