The Alpha’s Feisty Mate

Isabella POV Beep…beep…beep I rolled over in bed and slammed my hand over the alarm clock, which read 5:00 am. With a tired sigh, I sat up, rubbing my eyes, thinking just once how nice it would be to sleep in, have breakfast in bed, and do nothing all day but eat, sleep and maybe watch some Netflix. Of course, that’s just not gonna happen. ‘Ok, Isabella, let’s get this party started,’ my wolf, Brianna, said in my head, much too chipper for the early morning hour. ‘Don’t talk to me until at least 10:00 am, mutt!’ I replied, with a grumble, causing my wolf to chuckle. Werewolves can communicate with their wolf half when they turn 16 and shift for the first time. I got out of bed, grabbed a pair of black spandex shorts and a hot pink sports bra from my dresser, and made my way to the washroom. After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I dressed and tied my long blond hair in a high ponytail. Just as I was done getting dressed, there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” I yelled. I walked out of the bathroom and found my best friend, Clair, standing in the doorway with a big smile on her face. I grumbled “good morning” to Clair with a not so enthusiastic look. Clair laughed. “Wow, Bella. You don’t sound or look happy to see me. If I didn’t know how much you hate mornings, I’d be offended.” Clair said with a hand over her heart. I just grumbled and said, “Let’s just go train, so I can kick your ass and make waking up this early worth my while.” Clair chuckled. Clair and I left the room and made our way out of the packhouse and towards the training field. Clair was chipper, as usual, talking away about everyone and anything. On the other hand, I was still trying to wake up and was not paying any attention to the very ‘chatty Cathy’ Clair. It was basically the same routine every day. Clair was dressed in a pair of navy blue spandex shorts and a matching sports bra. Her gorgeous long raven-colored hair was up in a messy bun. She is 5’7, with tan skin and a tight, slim body. She has gorgeous big green eyes and thick long lashes. Her father is the current Beta of the Pack. Her look is very opposite to mine. I have long wavy blond hair, bright ocean blue eyes, and sun-kissed skin. I’m 5’5, with a slim waist but curves in all the right places. Thanks to all the training, I have a fair amount of muscle, not like bodybuilder's muscle, but muscles that make my lady bits pop, especially my booty. Those never-ending squats sure pay off. My friends and family would describe me as fierce, stubborn, strong, and loyal to the bone. I’m not sure I agree with all that, but arguing, has proven to get me nowhere when it comes to how my family describes my personality, so I gave up trying and just started owning it. As we approached the training field, I could see my brother Declan was already there. Declan is my older brother. He’s 23 years old and next in line to take over as Alpha once my father, Blain, decides to step down. Declan is tall, standing at 6’5, with a muscular build. He has short wavy blond hair and light blue eyes. I would describe him as serious, strong, loyal, and organized. He hasn’t found his mate yet but really wants to. He’s been searching for years. I, on the other hand, am not interested in a mate. It’s not that I don’t want one. I just don’t like the attitude of 99% of male werewolves. They are possessive, dominant, arrogant, and controlling. No thanks, I ain’t gonna be some submissive pup-making machine. That’s just not gonna happen. The crappy thing is, my 19th birthday is in three weeks. That’s the age werewolves can recognize their mates, but if mine is one of those guys in the 99% group that I mentioned earlier, he can kiss my pretty well-sculptured butt goodbye. Standing beside Declan were the future Beta, Jet, and future Gamma, Jordan. The three of them are in charge of the warrior training and do a great job at that. We’re considered one of the strongest packs in the world. Clair and I are both great warriors, thanks to our fathers, who believe in training us from a young age, just like the boys. My father, Alpha Blain, always made sure I was strong enough to defend myself. He never stopped worrying about me. After all, I am his baby girl, but knowing that I could kick some ass certainly helped put his mind at ease. As we approached, Declan, Jet, and Jordan all looked our way. “Oh, Bella, you're looking like a pleasant ray of sunshine this morning,” Jet teased me, with a huge grin plastered on his smug face. “Bite me, Jet! Your second-in-line for an ass-whooping this morning.” I spat at him. “Ouch, Bella, good morning to you too. I have to say. I’m a little disappointed to hear that I’m not first in line for an ass-whooping. Who beat me to it?” Jet asked with a smirk. “Your sister, Clair, and her I’m-so-happy-to-be-alive-at-5:00 am attitude. The apples clearly don’t fall far from the tree when it comes to you two.” I grumbled back at him, and everyone laughed. Like every morning, it’s the same routine. Everyone picks on poor ol’ me for my lack of morning personality. “Listen, Isabella, take it easy on my warriors today. I’ve had a couple of complaints of you going for the pup making sacks (AKA, balls) while sparing.” Declan said with a serious tone. I watched as Jet and Jordan, both cup their family jewels, looked at me wide-eyed. “I will make no such promise. Tell them not to play with fire if they don’t want to get burned,” I said with a mischievous smile before walking away towards the warriors waiting to start training. “Listen up. This morning I want you all to find a partner and take turns practicing your offensive and defensive techniques. You’ll be switching partners every hour, so you’ll get a chance to practice against different styles and strengths.” Declan announced to the group of warriors. True to my word, I looked at Clair with a smirk on my face, my index finger extended towards her, and I motioned for her to come to me. Clair chuckled before coming over and joining me on my mat. “Bring it on, sista,” Clair said with a mischievous look on her face. This time, I chuckled. We both took our position across from one another. I waited for Clair to make a move first, and as I predicted, she lunged at me full force. At the last second, I dodge her attack. She turned quickly to face off with me again, and this time, I lunged at her and landed a punch to her stomach. She let out an “Ow” before covering her stomach with her hands. It didn’t take her long to recover before she was back in her fighting stance. “You are one feisty she-wolf in the morning, Bella,” Clair said with a small chuckle, and I just winked at her mischievously. Clair lunged at me again and managed to knock me off balance. I landed on the ground with a thud. She quickly got on top of me and tried to pin me down, but I managed to get my knees between our bodies, and I pushed her off of me. I moved quickly and got on top of her, trying to pin her down, but before I could do it, she wiggled her legs out from under my body and managed to push me off. We both stood up quickly and got ready to fight again. Clair lunged at me, and I dodged her attack. Before she could turn around, I kicked the back of her knees, causing her to fall hard to the ground. She let out another “ow” on impact. Before she could get up, I hopped on top of her and pinned her with all my weight. Clair tried to wiggle free, but I had her pinned, real good this time. Clair had no choice but to tap in defeat. “Ok, ok, take it easy, tiger,” Clair said with a huff. I chuckled, feeling satisfied that I got my payback for her chipper morning personality. We continued to spar for a while longer. “Alright, everyone, switch partners,” Declan announced to the group. I turned around, feeling eyes drilling into the back of my head, and saw Derek eyeing me up, from head to toe, a smirk plastered on his face and lust sparkling in his eyes. A shiver of disgust ran down my spine. Derek is one of the head warriors. He’s around 6’3, very muscular, with ear-length brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. He would be considered dream-worthy if he wasn’t a complete arrogant asshat, the kind of guy that will never understand the words ‘I’m not interested.’ He’s cocky and knows he’s good-looking, so I’ve classified him in my 99%-I-won’t-touch-him-with-- ten-foot-pole group. Derek approached me on the mat, leaving me no choice but to fight him or look afraid of his silent challenge. That’s not happening, don’t get me wrong, I don’t want his filthy paws anywhere near my body, but I will never turn down a challenge. Maybe, I should take this opportunity to knock him down a few notches from his cocky, self-made pedestal. Clair looked at me with amusement in her eyes before she walked away to partner up with another warrior. She knew exactly what I was thinking. “Don’t worry, beautiful. I’ll end this fight quickly, and I’ll avoid bruising that pretty little face of yours.” Derek said, with a smirk, while assuming a fighting stance in front of me. I chuckled dryly. “Oh little fella, don’t you worry about me. I’d suggest you worry more about yourself because I plan on making your ugly face even uglier in the next few minutes. “ I replied with my own smirk. Derek’s smirk quickly disappeared, and I could see anger filling his eyes. I’d sparred with Derek before, and I knew one of his biggest weaknesses was when he fights angry. He makes moves without thinking and fights slightly sloppy. Since he’s much stronger than I am, this works to my advance. I was much faster and more agile than he was, so I should have the upper. Derek quickly lunged at me, trying to knock me down, but I quickly moved out of the way, not before throwing my leg out, causing him to trip and faceplant into the mat. In seconds, Derek was back on his feet and turned to face off with me again. Derek lunged at me again, with his fist extended. I tried to dodge, but I wasn’t fast enough. His fist connected with my side, it hurt like hell, but I wasn’t going to show him that. I pulled myself together, and right when I got back into my stance, he lunged at me, knocking us both to the ground. As we were falling, my fist connected with his nose upward, and I heard a sickening crunch on impact. I knew that I had just broken his nose. Derek covered his nose with his hands, and I took the opportunity to get back on my feet. “That’s how you want to play, eh? Rough?”Derek asked, anger clear in his tone as he realigned his nose, causing it to make another sickening snap. Werewolves heal fast. His nose will be back to normal in a day or so. “Maybe next time you should pair up with someone weaker, you know, more your level,” I replied with a taunting smirk. Derek lunged at me. His fist came into contact with my stomach, knocking me to the ground. Derek landed on top of me and pinned me with his body to the mat. “Submit to me, she-wolf,” He demanded, just inches away from my face. But, before he got too comfortable, I twisted my legs with his and spun us around, so now he was on his back, and I was on top. “Never,” I said, bringing my elbow down onto his abdomen. Derek let out a loud breath on impact but quickly threw me off. We both stood back up, ready to face off again. I noticed that everyone had stopped sparring and was now watching our fight, Including my brother, Jet, and Jordan. Derek was about to lunge again when Declan announced, “Ok, everyone, that’s enough for today.” I looked over at Declan, who was watching me with a serious expression. A glint in his eyes showed some emotion, pride maybe? It’s hard to say because it was gone the moment I looked over at Derek. “You need me to call your mom so that she can take care of you?” I taunted him while smirking. I could hear some of the other warriors chuckling at my comment. Derek looked like he was ready to kill. He was so angry. On that note, I turned around and met up with Clair. Clair was just staring at me with wide eyes. “Bella, your mouth is gonna get you into serious trouble one of these days.” She chuckled and shook her head in disbelief at me. “He got what he deserved,” I said with a shrug We made it back to the packhouse, and I told Clair I’d meet up with her later.