Made For The Alpha

The funny thing about destiny is it is never quite what you expect. At one point you think you have everything figured out, the next you’re being pulled in a completely different direction. Should one just accept the fate that destiny has assigned for you; or should you fight it with every fiber of your being? Can anyone defy fate? Kaya POV Beep! Beep! Beep! “Ugh.” I mumbled as I rolled over to shut off my alarm. I’d woken up with the feeling that my life was about to be pulled in a different direction. I shrugged it off, I had no time to think about such things; I had more important things to focus on and take care of, namely my little brothers. I got up and pulled on my favorite blue pullover hoodie, it was well worn with age, but I still loved the sweater. I brushed my long black hair and put it in a messy bun on my head. I glanced around my room and looked at all my meager belongings, most of the things I owned were well worn and just a little holey. The mattress was yellow with age as were the once pristine white sheets that covered the mattress snugly. I walked over to the small mirror that sat on my short dresser and picked it up. It was a small compact mirror that I had found once when I was snooping in my mother’s room. It was barely big enough to see my whole face. I sighed and set the mirror on the dresser where I kept it and then left my room to go check on my brothers. My brothers all slept in the same room. The house we lived in was a small three-bedroom house, it was the house we moved into after my mother and stepfather got together. They had both lost their mate, so they found comfort in each other’s arms while also drowning in the loss of their other halves. Despite their grief they still found a way to be together, the boys were proof of that. I walked quietly into my brothers’ room and glanced towards the crib where I saw my youngest brother sitting up looking in my direction. “Good morning, my love.” I said as I picked him up from his crib and placed him on my hip. I held him close to me as I looked over at my other two brothers who were laying haphazardly on the bed with their blankets strewn across their little bodies. I smiled and walked out of the boys’ room towards the kitchen. “Time to go figure out breakfast.” I whispered sweetly to my baby brother Kwahu. He giggled and started to wiggle in my arms as we crept down the hallway in the direction of the kitchen. Before reaching the kitchen, I passed the opening of the living room and saw my mom and stepfather lying on both couches passed out after coming down from what I assumed was yet another drug binge. I sighed and continued on into the kitchen and then whispered, “You boys deserve better. I will do whatever it takes to protect you, promise.” I snuggled him close and kissed his little chubby cheek. Then I sat Kwahu in his highchair so that I could start on breakfast before my other two brothers woke up. “Alright baby boy, what do you think we should have for breakfast?” I said in a sing song voice. I opened one of the cabinets where we normally stored food and found it empty. It was the same with the next two cupboards, I sighed and shook my head and went to the other side of the kitchen where I hid a small canister of oatmeal from my parents. When they were high they ate whatever they could find and a lot of times the boys would have no breakfast after one of their binges. So, I hid a tin of oatmeal behind a stack of pans in one of the cupboards under the counter. I shook the can after slowly removing the stack of pans without making too much noise, there wasn’t much in the container. I opened it and saw that there was enough for the boys, just not for myself. “This will have to do.” I said with a forced smile on my face and put the pans back in their place. I spun around when I heard little gallops coming down the hallway. “Kaya!” my middle brother Tocho squealed excitedly when he entered the kitchen. “Good morning sissy!” yelled Diami, who had an equally bright smile on his face, came into the kitchen close behind his little brother. Diami is eight, Tocho is five, and Kwahu is 18 months old. Like myself, all three boys had almond colored skin and brown eyes with dark black hair. “Boys, be quiet!” I said sternly as I waved my hands in the direction they had come from, “You don’t want to wake up Mom and Dad, do you?” Both boys looked down the hall warily where our parents were, and then back at me. They both muttered sorry sadly in their inside voices. Even they knew it was a bad idea to upset mommy and daddy when they were ‘sick’.” “It’s alright, my love bugs, you just have to remember to use your inside voices.” I said softly to the boys as I brought them into my arms for a hug. I kissed the tops of their heads, released them, and told them to sit at the table. I made their breakfast and then I laid the bowls in front of each boy and sat in the seat closest to Kwahu watching him eat and play with his food. The other two boys chattered quietly to each other. I sat quietly listening when I felt my stomach growl. With difficulty I ignored it, knowing that it was best that the boys had food before myself. I said a silent prayer to the moon goddess, hoping that I wouldn’t find my mate at tonight’s ceremony. “Please, Moon Goddess,” I thought quietly as I watched my little brothers finish off the last of their meager meal, “who will take care of them if my mate takes me away from them?”