The Alpha’s Fated Phoenix

Who am I? My name is Evalynn Rose, I am 25 years-old. I have a very light complexion, and am “long and lean”, standing at 5’8”, which makes me appear much taller than my muscular 5’2” sister. I have striking green eyes, and dark red hair that falls in gentle waves to my low back. My sister Lily looks nothing like me with her petite stature, muscular body, and voluptuous curves. She also happens to have a tan complexion, dark brown hair which she keeps cut in a bob that frames her face, and chocolate brown eyes.  I was born to my mother, a rare species of what humans like to call the supernatural, and my father - her human fated mate.  We lived a quiet life in Kalamazoo, Michigan before everything changed. Even as a child, me being what I was, would occasionally need to shift for my soul to refresh and renew. My mother often warned me that I had to be careful not to draw attention to us, and although I was careful, the traffickers found us anyway. When I was 8, my father died while fighting to save us, while my mother took off with me to the neighboring wolf pack of Cold Moon. The Alpha, who had lost his fated mate to traffickers recently, accepted us into his pack with conditions.  Alpha James Thornhill recognized what my mother was and became captivated by her beauty. He insisted that my mother take her place has his new chosen mate and Luna. My mother accepted the conditions so that we would have the protection of the pack. Life at Cold Moon wasn’t ideal, the pack members resented the sudden presence of a new Luna so soon after having lost their former, very beloved Luna. Alpha James immediately took my mother to bed, so she would be mated and marked to deter any rebellion. The Alpha mostly ignored my existence, he wasn’t cruel but he obviously wasn’t pleased that his chosen mate had another man’s child. My mother and I mostly kept to ourselves while she privately taught me how to use my innate gifts.  Within a few months my mother became pregnant with my sister, Lilian Rose Thornhill. My mother, who already suffered from a broken heart at the loss of her fated mate, and having been coerced into immediately taking up a new mate, struggled greatly during her werewolf pregnancy. Wolf pups, especially those of Alphas are large and can be very draining even to werewolf mothers. Perhaps under different circumstances, being what she was, she could have survived labor and delivery of my sister, but being so broken already diminished her chances. Three days after my sister was born, my mother died.  The Alpha hardened his heart against my sister and I, demanding that I raise her, and with the help of a couple of packhouse Omegas, I was able to secure donated milk and clothing for Lily. As I grew older, I wasn’t allowed to train or shift, while Lily was trained with the rest of the young pack warriors. While growing up, Alpha James treated me as his personal slave and would beat me when I angered him. The abuse continued until I turned 18, at which point he began trying to seduce me to his bed, saying that I reminded him so much of my mother.  My final breaking point came about 6 months ago when Alpha James stormed into my chambers in a drunken rage and tried to force himself onto me. The feeling of his hands on my body and his erection pressed against me still makes me want to vomit. Despite years of not shifting, I forced myself into it, injuring the Alpha enough to make my escape. Afterwards I went straight to my sister’s room, and together we ran from Cold Moon. Unbeknownst to the Alpha, my mother and father had a trust fund account set in my name with a large sum of money. I had been waiting until Lily became a legal adult to make our escape.