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Diary of a Teenage Alpha

Big-hearted and witty, Samantha Kingsley is the Alpha's daughter who grew up learning to meet everyone's expectations. But Samantha isn't a pup anymore, she's in high school now, and is just about to discover that her life is written by her choices. Not by dreams, or prophecies, or even the moon goddess. This girl is going to protect the happiness of her pack and everyone she loves. Read her diary here. Updated every night. Mon-Sat Volume Synopsis VOL 1 It's the first week of school. Despite my failed attempt to make a friend, I somehow ended up surrounded by a handful of wolf classmates, got accepted by the human "cool" girls, and became a vampire's guard dog? VOL 2 I think I'm just starting to get the hang of school. From navigating school halls, new friends, vampires, and school clubs... Back home it should have been the usual drill, but things started shifting. And I urm...might have been messing around where I shouldn't. VOL 3 I had to miss a couple of school days this week due to my ah, long term bout of "anemia". It's been pretty intense at home. My alpha position was challenged, rogues burnt down our home, I rescued my first fight dog, discovered the Lorent's secret oracle, almost rescued my mate...and accidentally stumbled into my Alpha Dad's secret. VOL 4 My worlds collide as some members from my pack come to my school to sell concert tickets. And when Grandpa Alpha shocked us all by dying, my dad's family comes together to pay their last respects at the Night Forest Pack. VOL 5 It's February and the Vampire Queen is celebrating her birthday. Would Rebel's plan to escape work out? Meanwhile, I'm stuck in school dealing with high school drama, an evolving wolf, and a new human sister. In the Red Packlands, war nearly breaks out. (This might have been a very little bit my fault.) VOL 6 It's the week of Valentine's Day, but I've got a highschool play, Lorent drama, Vampire slaying training, and an underground army to deal with first. And then warlock weather threw an extended snowstorm at us. The whole of Green Packlands goes into lockdown - but what about Valentine's Day? VOL 7 Exams are a week away, and it feels like my time at Winderhill is really coming to a close. I'm trying to be a good student, but there are paparazzi camped outside my school, I ran with rogues (I'm shocked too), Maria just had to enter her dark cycle in school...My life is too exciting to study for exams. VOL 8 It's exam week, but I've got far greater problems brewing at home. The prophecies are merging. River's stone had unlocked warlock trouble, the rogue king has moved in, and then there's Uncle Louis' economical problems... one at a time. Just let me survive Code Black and figure out what's going on at Heller's first, and I'm sure everything else will work out somehow. VOL 9 Its the last week of school and the exams are over. Its like for better or worse, all the big bad things are over now. At home, My pack works to clean up the aftermath of the rogue war, the warlock's defeat, and Jude's betrayal. In school, everyone treats me more or less the same... like a freak. Meanwhile, our school play is in dire straights, and as the Last Hurrah's debut draws near, I get ready to say good bye to Winderhill for good. VOL 10 We follow Dad to the past to stop the traitor (AKA Jude), from ever stepping into our Packlands. It would've been a good plan too - if it didn't change EVERYTHING. Now, I can't help but feel my life is ruined. Nobody understands me. Is it selfish of me to wish none of this ever happened? Why does my world have to be so magical?

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WOLVES OF THE PLAINS

-History and Family Drama

As I made my way along the upstairs corridor to our study group classroom, Jessica caught up with me, "That was pretty intense just now."

"Yeah, I guess." I answered vaguely.

"Are you feeling okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm just shaking off that last dream." I told her.

And I was. I understood why the other guys had radiated such strong emotions now. I was too. It was as if the only way to recall the dream, was to surface the emotions that came with it. A dream stored in the heart, instead of the mind.

Perhaps that was what Dean meant when he said, "you'd just know it."

Prophetic dreams were different for girls and guys. For some reason, I had both, but the first one was probably my mate's and I had glimpsed into his future. I remembered it took me a whole day to shake it off.

The second one was mine, and although I would imagine seeing one's mate covered in blood to bring about truamatic feelings, I can only imagine it because quite unexpectedly, recalling the second dream did not bring about the feelings I had feared. Instead, it was surprisingly soothing.

Even as I remembered it now, the intensity of the first dream was steadily rubbed away. When I remembered my mate in the forest, despite the copious amount of blood, his reassurance kept echoing in my mind, he's going to be okay.

Well, those were not the words he used. I forgot. Oh right. "This won't kill me."

And if something like that didn't kill him, I suppose he was not the kind to die easily. It was a twisted type of reassurance.

"Sam?" I realised Jessica was trying to tell me something.

Our tutor was already at the door of our study room. She greeted us with a warm smile. Today our tutor was the Beta's wife, Willow, or Mrs Beta as we grew up calling her. (I was told this nickname was my doing, but it was so long ago, I don't remember!)

I entered the study room and took my usual seat. Jessica slid in next to me. Dean's seat was opposite me, while Mrs Beta sat next to him.

"Yeah?" I asked Jessica once we were both seated.

"Nothing." I could hear Jessica's faint annoyance. I must have not heard her for quite a while.

"What?" I persisted.

"I just asked what you were doing after this."

"Shopping with Savy. Wanna come?"

"Ohhh..." Jessica looked tempted, "but I can't."

She didn't sound too unhappy about missing the shopping trip, but the reason for that was apparent when she explained, "I'm going to visit my cousin at the Lorent Pack today."

"Cool." I said.

"Have you girls seen Dean?" Mrs Beta had given up waiting by the door for Dean. She sat down in her usual seat.

I shrugged.

"He was at breakfast with us." Jessica was a little more helpful.

Mrs Beta nodded, "Let's wait a bit more."

While we waited, Mrs Beta asked us how our first week of school went. I found myself surprised that it had only been a week. Felt like a lifetime, or at least weeks by now.

"School makes time go by really slowly." I told her. When Mrs Beta laughed at that, I added, "When I come to the end of my life and want an extension, I'll enroll myself in highschool again."

I was gratified by amused chuckles from Mrs Beta and Jessica. Hearing them laugh around me lifted my mood. I felt better by the time Dean slunk in, I'm not sure how he managed to be late for Study Group when he was on time for breakfast downstairs.

"Sorry I'm late Mrs B."

"It's fine, take your seat, Dean." Mrs Beta told him. We started on our lesson.

Today, Mrs Beta told us the legend of the coloured mountains, where the first wolves originated from...

We've heard various renditions of this tale since we were small pups. But we were not small pups anymore, so Mrs Beta was showing us pages from ancient scripts that painted and wrote about it, in poetry...

Because it's not hard enough to understand those ridiculous pictograph words and ancient grammer as it was, they had to be in poetry, and include cultural and historical references from life on the Colored Mountain.

"The poet does not want us to forget our past." Mrs Beta had said, but it's more like he didn't want us to understand it.

And then she showed us a map and we played a quiz game with clues and markers to trace out the migration of the first wolves that came out to the plains. This was fun, almost like a detective game, but having to memorize it was somewhat unrewarding.

The migration paths didn't make all that much sense since the great war pretty much uprooted or decimated most of those packs.

After the great war, the remnant wolves rebuilt their packs, now demarcated by the various pack lands. So it's like we had to learn one map which showed the original migration paths, and then erase it all and relearn the map all over again for the postwar territories.

Many of the post war packs were considered new, like ours. We would be the second generation.

My grandfather was the Alpha of the Night Forest Pack. My Uncle Louis was the Alpha there now.

When my dad started our pack, he took a leaf from his former pack's name, quite literally, a leaf. That's why our pack's name is Night Leaf Pack.

My father was the eldest of four brothers.

My first uncle, Pierre, had mated an alpha's daughter in the next continent and became the alpha there. My grandmother, the Luna, was very unhappy about that move. She had wanted the girl to move over here. But their pack would have been left without an Alpha so how could she?

Still my grandmother had refused to see them again after that. And my first uncle could only kept in touch though my dad.

My second uncle, Andres, was mated to an omega from another pack, my grandmother felt she was beneath our family and objected too. How could you object to your own son's mate?

My dad used all his savings to pay for his brother's mating celebrations and their relocation into Uncle Pierre's pack across the sea. Grandmother was furious.

But maybe the Moon Goddess saw my dad's selfless act, because my dad met my mum soon after. He always said she was a gift.

My grandmother was at first also unhappy with this match because my mother was from a packless family. This was almost rogue, but not quite because her family was very large, and lived like a pack, just without an alpha.

After the great war, many wolves lived in fragmented packs for a time, so it was not uncommon or terribly unnatural, but my grandmother turned up her nose until she saw my mother's white wolf. This earned my mother a grudging acceptance from the Luna.

My third and last uncle, Louis, was probably the greatest disappointment. His mate was a mere human. My grandmother was so disappointed that she completely ignored the lady's presence for the earlier part of their mating.

But she didn't object loudly this time. My mum thinks losing two sons was hard on her, even though it was her own fault they left, and she was the one who still refused to even open their correspondence. Her pride wouldn't let her. So with her last son, even if his mate was human, she said nothing.

Later on, my dad started dreaming about changing the world. Dreams that my grandmother did everything in her might to thwart. In her mind, my dad must be the next Alpha and continue in the pack's traditions and ways, not forge new ones.

After a long struggle, my dad left my third uncle and his human mate to inherit Night Forest Pack. Dad took mum and they ran away to start Night Leaf Pack in a brand new pack land.

So our pack name didn't just take a leaf from my dad's former pack, it also signaled a change- to turn over a new leaf. The green pack land was considered a frontier for new packs. Although now, within a couple of decades, it had become one of the safest and most comfortable middle class pack land in our continent.

We've come a long way since our forefathers left the Colored Mountains. We were wolves of the plains- the ones ran away from the strongholds of traditions to build their own new world.

"It's in our blood," my dad had said, when I had asked him why he left, "to leave the old ways because we believed there was a better way. We were the mavericks. The rebels who were tired of being told it can't be changed."

I didn't have that kind of feeling in my blood though. I was quite happy with the life I had right now.

Well, I forgot about my mate covered in blood, or leading some sort rebel army, or stabbing Ben, or my parents and Jonah surrounded by rouges, or Dean, or Shannon, or the jacket I don't feel I can ask Dean to return so easily now... so I'm not that happy with the life I have right now.

When I study Lycan history, I'm always sucked into the familiar stories set in a more colorful time and world, and I can happily forget the bad stuff in the present.

Hahaha, if my dad was someone who ran away to the possibilities of the future, I was someone who ran away to the predictability of the past.