Cursed To The Alpha
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Janie swears that she can predict things that will happen and believes in magic, however her best friend Rose is the biggest skeptic you'll ever meet and claims everything that has happened is just a coincidence. But just before Janie's 'Grammy' passes away, a family secret is revealed to Janie that changes everything. What will happen when Janie and Rose are put in a howl of a situation that leads them to their fated mates!
Chapter 1
May 7, 2025
Rose
As I adorn my ebony headband, perfectly accentuating my luscious long hair dyed in a deep violet hue, I nod with satisfaction. Quickly grabbing my bag, I sprint downstairs, eager to start my day. With a burst of energy, I dart into the kitchen, planting a quick peck on my mother's cheek before snatching the toast from my father's hand just as he's about to take a bite.
'Thanks, Dad,' I flash a mischievous grin and flutter my light blue eyes at him before dashing off towards the door, leaving him in disbelief.
'I swear she gets more daring every day,' my father mutters to my mother, shaking his head in defeat.
As I race out of the house, my mother's voice rings out, 'Have a fun day at the academy today!'
My heart skips a beat as I see Janie exiting her front door from across the road at the same time as me. I can't help but grin from ear to ear as her blonde locks cascade down her back in soft waves, bouncing as she runs towards me. Her fair complexion is flawlessly complemented by her mesmerising light green eyes, which seem to glow with excitement whenever she talks about something she's passionate about.
As we meet halfway across the road, I pull her into a warm embrace, the honking of impatient drivers jolting us back to reality.
'For the hundredth time, stop blocking the road each morning!' a woman shouts out her window, her frustration palpable.
'Yeah, yeah,' I mutter under my breath, grabbing Janie's hand and leading her onto the sidewalk.
'We should probably stop doing that, huh?' Janie suggests, a playful glint in her eye.
'Where's the fun in that?' I reply with a mischievous grin, causing Janie to shake her head and laugh.
'Let's get going before we're both late,' I say, my smile widening as we set off on our morning walk to our academy.
As we walk to our academy together, we take in the beauty of our lush neighbourhood. The houses, each with its own white picket fence, are immaculately kept with freshly mowed lawns and colourful flower gardens. Tall trees line the street, their branches forming a canopy overhead that filters the sunlight and casts dappled shadows on the pavement. Birds chirp and flit from tree to tree, adding a cheerful melody to the already idyllic scene. The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafts from the open windows of the houses, mingling with the sweet scent of blooming flowers. As we pass by, we can hear the soft hum of lawnmowers and the gentle trickle of fountains in some of the gardens.
As we make our way down the tree-lined street, I notice Janie's body language is tense, and her face looks conflicted, as if she is struggling with something. She is biting her lip and avoiding eye contact with me. Yesterday I told Janie she doesn't have to tell me each day who she thinks will ask me out that day. Now I can see she wants to tell me and is trying hard not to. She is so adorable like that.
'What's wrong, Janie?' I ask, smiling
Janie holds her hands over her mouth and shakes her head, but then her hands slip, and she blurts out, 'Brad is going to approach you at recess and ask you out.'
'Ha! I knew it!' I exclaim, laughing. 'You couldn't keep it to yourself, could you?'
Janie looks relieved I'm not upset with her, and a small smile creeps onto her face. 'I tried, but I just had to tell you,' Janie admits.
I laugh, placing my arm over her shoulders.
'Janie, I already knew you couldn't go a day without telling me. See, I have hindsight too,' I tell her and playfully stick my tongue out, 'Besides, it's not like I haven't noticed Brad's interest in me. I think the whole academy knows he's been trying to build up the nerve to ask me out,' I smirk.
Janie rolls her eyes, 'Yeah, well, you'd have to be practically blind not to notice it. He's been staring at you all week.'
Janie and I have been best friends since we were little. We were five years old when we first met. We were playing with our Barbie dolls and dumpster trucks in the mud in our front yards. We kept waving and smiling at each other, and our mothers introduced themselves and us to each other. We would take turns of whose house we would play at each day, and our parents decided to enrol us at the same primary school around the corner from where we lived.
We spent most of the primary school years in the same class, and our mothers struggled to cope with our constant crying throughout those years, that we weren't in the same class, but we made sure to still spend every recess and lunch together.
Even though we're both the only child in our families, we never felt alone because we had each other. We spent countless hours talking, laughing, and making memories we'll cherish forever. As the years passed, our bond only grew stronger. We supported each other through everything. We were each other's confidante, and no secrets were off-limits.
We chose the same subjects in high school, so we knew we'd end up in the same class each year. We always have sleepovers and spend hours experimenting with makeup, trying different outfits, talking about our crushes, and glamming each other up with different hairstyles.
Strangely, Janie would always tell me things that would happen, and they would always come true. Each day she would tell me which boy would be asking me out, or last week she said Ruby would accidentally spill her drink on me. Two hours later, it happened, or the week I was stressing out about my English test at school, Janie told me not to worry because I had passed with top marks, and she was right. I passed with flying colours. Janie believes it's magic, like she is some kind of fortune teller, but I believe it's all a coincidence.
Janie explained that sometimes when she touches someone or they bump into her, she will see something that will happen to them that day and can't explain why she sees what she sees. Janie said she asked her mother about it, but her mother responded by picking up the phone and booking Janie sessions with a psychiatrist. I thought her mother's reaction was hilarious, but Janie wasn't impressed and never mentioned it to her mother again after that.
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