Claimed by the Alpha: Amber Eyes series 1

-If there is no spacing in the words, it is the app. I have edited the books over and over and from my side, the spacing is perfect.-  (This is the first out of five books series) May POV   I'm sitting here trying to eat my breakfast but all I manage to do is stare at it. I’m stuck in my head, looking back at my life so far.    My mother despises me and I don't blame her for it. My eyes are a constant reminder of what happened to her seventeen years ago.   She was on a morning run when out of nowhere a rogue appeared, my mother fought him but was no match for the much larger male. When she couldn't fight anymore, he forced himself on her and left her alive to suffer his torment... me.    Well, at least that's how I've heard the story.  Of course, she wanted to get rid of me from the beginning and tried a couple of times but her mate —Jackson Saltsman, the beta of the Waning Crescent Moon pack— convinced her not to. He assured her that she would grow to love me and that he would be a father to me. They already had a son, my half-brother Matt who was eight months old at the time.    Once I was born, she despised me even more. I had my father's eyes, bright amber. She couldn't look at me, she didn't want me. Jackson took me to his mother, Grand Pearl as I used to call her. She took me in and raised me as her own.   Besides her, Jackson and Matt were the only ones who cared for me and would visit me every time they could. To most of the pack, I was a rogue, the runt of the pack. Some of them despised me while others pitied me.   At school, the children would bully me but whenever they would physically hurt me, they were screwed, because they would have to deal with my brother who always stood up for me.    "What are you doing?" Matt's voice brings me back from my thoughts.   "Your cereal looks soggy, finish eating, we leave in five minutes. I can't be late for school again." He says staring at me with a blank look. He knows fully well that every time we're late, it's his own fault.   Only Matt and I live together now. When Grand died a year ago, I was sixteen years old, I had to move back with Jackson, Matt, and my mother. I had no one else. My mother couldn't take it and she left to live in the packhouse. Jackson is her mate so he left with her but Matt wanted to stay with me. Jackson agreed, Matt was already seventeen at the time, and in our world—the werewolf community—he was basically an adult. Jackson still comes around a few times a week to check on us.    "Hellooo??" Matt's voice startles me out of my thoughts again.   "Anyone in there? Dumb dumb." He says poking my forehead.   "Ow!! Yeees!" I whine, giving him an annoyed look.   "You didn't even finish your food." He says pointing at the bowl in front of me.   "Sorry, I was thinking about something."   "You know you need a brain to think, right? He gives me a teasing smirk.   If teasing me was a pastime, that would definitely be his but I tend to get my revenge.   I roll my eyes at him. "Yes, I have a brain stupid. If you haven't noticed, I use it better than you seeing as I have never failed a class before." I say with a wide smile.   He groans, probably thinking back on last summer when he had to re-take a history class.    "You know what?" He says, faking annoyance. "Get your butt in the car right now." He squints his eyes at me.   I giggle grabbing my backpack and head for the car while he locks the house.    Matt's baby, his nineteen-seventy red Cadillac. The one thing that he probably loves more than me. You would think that a teenage jock would want a much newer car to impress the ladies, but I think Matt's just an old soul.    We get in, he starts the car and we head out of the driveway. We live at the edge of the forest, two minutes away from the packhouse. This whole area is just for pack members to live with their families. Only those who wish to, or those that are orphans, live in the packhouse along with the Alpha family and some of the warriors that don't have families of their own yet.   Our school is fifteen minutes away heading in the direction of town. I put some music on while Matt drives. After a few minutes, he turns and looks at me giving me a look of disapproval.    "What?" I ask him.   He sighs. "You know, you should cover up a bit more." He says looking at my clothes.    "...Yea? Bet you wouldn't say that to Jessica." I say wiggling my eyebrows at him.   "Yea well Jessica isn't my sister." He says in a rapid sentence. "I might not have to worry about our pack members hitting on you but the same doesn't go for human boys. No matter how much I'd want to, by our pack rules, I can't touch them if they try anything with you."   "Okay dad." I say to him rolling my eyes.   He growls annoyed at me. "Take my jacket from the backseat."   "No, there's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing." I say getting annoyed at his overprotectiveness.   "Yea, except the fact that your top is missing some extra fabric on your chest area!" He says with an irritated expression.   I roll my eyes and laugh. "Nope, I'm perfect."   He growls angrily but doesn't push the issue anymore because he knows I'm not going to listen.   There is nothing wrong with what I have on. I'm wearing a black loose tang top that runs somewhat low on the breast area, tucked in my fitted dark blue skinny jeans, with black sneakers. With this top you can see the tattoo on my spine on my back, it's the moon phases that run from the top of my back to the middle of my waist, and it's the only one I'll ever have, EVER! Cause after that pain, I vowed to never again get another one, unlike my brother who has a few of them. I have short black curly hair, almost like a shoulder-length bob. But today I have it up in a messy bun with some strands coming down.   I really don't see what's so wrong with what I'm wearing.     "So..." I say trying to change the subject. "Are you and Jessica a thing? Do you think Seth is going to imprint on her?" Seth is Matt's wolf.    "Na, don't think so. She's hot and all but, I don't think Seth feels a connection with her." He says not really caring.   The whole mate thing is a tricky business, actually, I would rather say it's complicated. When our inner wolf feels a connection, interest, or attraction to another's inner wolf, he imprints on them, this creates the mate bond. But only male wolves can imprint on another, and you don't have any power over who to choose, your inner wolf decides who he wants to imprint on. Of course, we females can always reject them.   And then there's the claiming ceremony, and the whole marking thing and, you know what? It doesn't matter, I don't have to worry about any of this because no one in my pack wants me. I'll probably end up marrying a human anyways... if I'm lucky.